Chapter 670: Chapter 244: Back View (Part 2)
D100 30=d100(56) 30=86
[Saintess’s Precepts]
D972=d972(325)=325
[Hero’s Charm]
D120=d120(68)=68
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The hero, with her hair still slightly disheveled, casually straightened her nightgown and initially intended to rush out of the room—
But hesitating for a few seconds before the door, she turned around and began to wash up in an orderly manner.
‘Isn’t it a bit too much to fuss over this at ho?’
“Hmm, it’s better to prepare a little, it doesn’t take much ti.”
The hero nodded, then shook her head.
Her current body of flowing water inherently possessed self-cleansing abilities, as long as she activated the magic power within, she could be as fresh as new.
So the hero tidied her hair slightly, took off the nightgown, changed into a spare nun’s clothes, and then opened the door again, walking lightly towards the living room.
She could perceive that her brother, the Gleaming Scale Serpent, and another person she didn’t recognize were there, seemingly discussing sothing.
“…So, Lord Bishop, as I said…”
“Viscount, please consider this again…”
“I’m just acting on behalf, I’ve also ntioned this…”
Inside the door, ca her brother’s voice, flat with a hint of helplessness, and another person’s persistent words.
The hero stopped outside the door, curiously blinked her eyes, knocked lightly on the door, and then entered.
“Good morning, brother. I haven’t disturbed you, have I?”
Everyone in the room turned their gaze toward the hero simultaneously.
The Gleaming Scale Serpent bowed its head in respectful delight, and her brother glanced at her, his eyes landing on her nun’s clothes with a aningful hum.
“At last, eting you!”
anwhile, the urban bishop, also wearing the sa [cleric robe], upon seeing the hero, his eyes lit up and he stood up excitedly.
1. Nun’s Clothes♛
2. Cleric Robe
D2=d2(1)=1
[Urban Bishop’s Intent]
1.5. Candidate of the Candidate
2.6. Holy Knight Guard Group
3.7. Faction Propaganda
4.8. Simple Investnt
9. Conflict with the Holy Snake Sect
10. Critical Success/Extre Failure
D10=d10(1)=1
♛: Candidate of the Candidate
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After the sowhat chaotic greetings ended, the hero blinked her eyes in confusion.
“Candidate of the Candidate…so that ans?”
Even though this senior nun was the bishop of their city, the hero was not acquainted with her, and after listening to her enthusiastic speech, she remained a bit puzzled, casting a seeking glance at the Gleaming Scale Serpent and her brother for help.
“It ans that she hopes the young lady can join their selection team heading to the Holy City as a leader.”
The listening Gleaming Scale Serpent quickly provided an explanation.
“Lord Bishop believes that following by your side can grant their candidates richer experience.”
Her brother leaned against the back of the chair, casually adding, “In other words, she sees you as quite likely to beco a saintess, probably because yesterday’s commotion reminded her of things in the Capital.
“Wouldn’t it be suitable? It prevents you from recklessly causing more Great Demons again.”
Upon hearing this, the hero glanced at the urban bishop, who had an expectant expression, and then implied:
“Brother, you’re not against going to the Holy City?”
Her brother shook his head calmly.
“I’ve never opposed anything. I’ve only done what I wanted and needed to do; the rest is up to you.”
The Magic Origin Secret dicine was exhausted, the ritual site completely destroyed, and the stock of scrolls and arcane artifacts at ho was running out.
Arguably, it was thanks to yesterday’s victory that he stood just a step away from the true palace. The doors were wide open, rely waiting for his preparation to step through.
But even if the entire Viscount Mansion was offered up, he could hardly replicate that victory.
Before the battle, he never imagined he could keep clear mory now.
He witnessed the clash of forbidden curses, comprehended the changes at that ti, and returned to the Viscount Mansion imdiately afterward, to prepare until today, which allowed him to weaken the blessing on the hero.
But that was already his limit.
With his strength, he couldn’t entirely undo the influence of the forbidden curse.
“If you’re unwilling, you can naturally refuse. But if you’ve made a decision, I naturally have no reason to oppose.
“Your path can ultimately only be walked by you.” Her brother said plainly.
The hero, half-understanding, nodded.
Although her brother didn’t say it directly, his attitude indicated that the outfit wasn’t anything harmful.
What he did was only help her loosen the binding slightly.
Whether to forcibly take it off, or continue wearing it, was entirely up to her.
The hero withdrew her gaze, turning to look at the urban bishop beside her, who had a slightly apprehensive face.
[Do you want to join the urban bishop’s team?]
1. Yes
2. No♛
D2=d2(2)=2
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“I thought you’d join their team, considering that for a saintess, connections are an important evaluation criterion.
“Besides, don’t you enjoy traveling with other won?”
As they watched the urban bishop leave with a regretful face, the ti approached noon.
At the dining table, only the hero and her brother were present, and the quiet room was filled with the faint clinking of knife and fork on porcelain plates.
Her brother, after setting down his knife and fork, dabbed his mouth with a napkin, looking at the elegantly moving hero opposite.
Sensing her brother’s gaze, the hero quickly chewed and swallowed her food before responding:
“I simply like being with friends. But I don’t know the saintess candidates of this city, and suddenly asking her to be my candidate seems rude to her.”
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