165: Chapter 2: The Fifth Recruitnt 165: Chapter 2: The Fifth Recruitnt “So you’re scared?”
She hesitated for a mont, finally nodding.
She was afraid of bringing calamity to him; she liked this person very much and didn’t want to see him hurt by misfortune.
Otherwise, how would she face him in the future?
She felt she couldn’t stay here with any self-respect, only run away to the deep mountains, where the mountains could gather her bones, and solitude was her destined fate.
But humans cannot understand each other; Roman had an impulse to punch her.
This was a kind of weakness, a kind of evasion.
Roman didn’t like that.
Everyone can be weak, everyone can evade.
But his Angel Envoy cannot.
He had decided that she was to be his support; how was a weak Angel Envoy to face the storms in the future?
Roman thought for a long ti and realized he had neglected Gwivelle’s thoughts; he couldn’t ignore them anymore.
So he said, “Do you want to go on like this forever?”
The words seed familiar; Gwivelle observed Roman’s expression and found him calm, yet she inexplicably sensed so hidden displeasure.
That hidden expression wasn’t obvious; she felt she saw it wrong.
Roman’s attitude towards her had always been like a warm spring breeze.
She just wanted to maintain the status quo.
She’s like a rabbit; doesn’t bite when not provoked.
Also sowhat like a little deer, becoming timid and fearful after setbacks.
Roman guessed her thoughts; wanting to settle for the status quo is sothing most people long for.
But the tranquility of life is proportional to bearing burdens and moving forward.
They’re all suffering, all enduring hardships, all waiting for his rule; what right do you have to tranquility in these tis?
Do you believe I might give you a slap?
So his words carried a bit of severity.
“Gwivelle, you can’t expect to be a turtle and everything will be fine!
“If you refuse to face it, how will you bear the pain of loss in the future?
Once you lose, it will tear your heart apart, destroy your mind, and turn you into a slave of fate.
“There are no slaves on the land I govern, and if you dare to beco a slave, I will exile you, do not doubt my determination!
“You must face it, resist it, and eventually conquer it!”
He spoke these words in a tone Gwivelle had never heard before, and they were definitely not empty words.
She could tell from his face, which seed to have changed, that he was serious.
“I don’t understand what you an…” Gwivelle said despondently.
With limited culture, unable to recognize all the words, she couldn’t grasp the aning behind Roman’s words, only finding them profound.
Roman said, “If I hadn’t brought Sanna back and she died because of it, how would you face Kao?”
The question hit straight to the heart.
Gwivelle fell silent because of it.
If Sanna died, she would never make friends again in her life, grieving alone, further rejecting that power.
“Release your power, don’t suppress it.
It’s your life, you must step on it!
Ta it!
Restrain it with your will!
“Don’t waver, and you shouldn’t waver either!
“You should rember—I am standing right behind you, and if your destiny dares to retaliate, I will punch it!”
Roman shook his fist, which was as large as a sandbag, at Gwivelle.
Almost lost control and almost hit Gwivelle’s face.
She recoiled a bit, rembering the rumor that Roman once kicked soone to death, starting to sowhat believe his words.
There’s really nothing to fear, after all, soone has her back.
She thought hiding would keep her safe, but she almost killed Sanna, she couldn’t be a turtle, she had to co out.
“Go check on Sanna; her foot injury hasn’t completely healed…”
He watched Gwivelle leave his side and head towards the door, asking a little worriedly, “Gwivelle, you’ll respond to my call, right?”
Gwivelle didn’t quite understand, turned to look at Roman, but saw him serious and lightly nodded.
“I’m right behind you,” he said again, a bit uneasy.
Not until Gwivelle repeatedly nodded did he finally let her leave.
…
Roman sat in the hall for a long ti, got up, and paced back and forth, feeling anxious.
He waited for quite a while.
Finally made up his mind!
Ten draws!
Swipe!
The pool rippled with waves, ten beams of light shot up like they were escaping from the mist, rushing up, getting brighter, and Roman’s eyes widened more and more!
His eyes went blank because one bursting color was too intense, completely overshadowing the other colors.
It was a scene that had never appeared before.
Not white, not blue, not purple…
But dazzling gold!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Golden legend!
Roman, unable to contain his excitent, fiercely punched the air in victory!
Sothing has co out!
But the next mont, as the golden glow gradually faded, revealing the card’s true appearance.
Roman was dumbfounded.
It was a scene with a tanned-skinned, fit girl leisurely strolling on the beach.
…
[Five-star Sanna (assignable Angel Envoy code)
Attack: E, Defense: E, Speed: E, Constitution: E, Energy: D
Talent: Stand Out—Comprehensive enhancent of body attributes
First Skill: Five Senses Open—All senses enhanced
Second Skill: Focused Enhancent—Can greatly enhance a certain physical ability]
…
Roman’s heart stopped, short of breath, tactically leaned back.
Didn’t understand, but was hugely impacted.
Good news, first five-star Angel Envoy, it’s a golden legend!
Bad news, it’s not Gwivelle!
Roman felt a weird sense of a wedding night, wrong bride mont!
Two people in red wedding dresses, phoenix crowns on their heads, faces covered with veils.
Can’t tell them apart!
Really can’t tell them apart!
Could this five-star really be Gwivelle?
Was Sanna a fake?
Did she not exist from the start?
Roman really couldn’t figure out why Sanna was five-star!
She’s five-star?!
How can she be five-star?!
Roman really felt like spitting out old blood, had the feeling of a poor man digging a piece of gold out from his ho.
But what about the Gwivelle he was thinking about?
Right after—
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Another golden light burst forth, almost blinding Roman.
…
[Five-star Gwivelle (assignable Angel Envoy code)
Attack: E-, Defense: E-, Speed: E, Constitution: E, Energy: D (C-)
Talent: Hand of Destiny—The power of manipulating the degree of destiny
First Skill: Turning Misfortune into Blessing—Transformation of luck and calamity
Second Skill: Horror Curse—Curses born from the heart]
…
“…”
What can I say, the emotions were too intense just now, but now not so excited.
Roman felt weird.
He longed for a high-star Angel Envoy…
But didn’t expect to get two five-star Angel Envoys from ten draws—he was even ntally prepared for Gwivelle sinking.
The reality exceeded expectations.
This is a good thing, and a good on!
Roman thought.
His mood cald down.
Nowadays, with so many subjects in Sige Town, surely soone would surprise him, which is very reasonable.
He waited for Gwivelle for a whole year, so it was bound to happen sooner or later.
And Sanna was a pure surprise.
“That pair of siblings is indeed talented!” Roman said to himself.
He originally thought Kao was invincible, not expecting his sister to be even braver.
Coincidentally, both are his subordinates!
It’s so exciting!!
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