86: Chapter 73 Why must a Goddess make things difficult for another Goddess 86: Chapter 73 Why must a Goddess make things difficult for another Goddess The sewers.
Wayne sat cross-legged, welcoming the holess Four Elents, his Essence of Life still stuck at 95%, the progress being excruciatingly slow.
As the perpetrator of several elental collapse events, Wayne was unaware that he had been the subject of investigations by several churches, including the Tri-Goddess Alliance, Heavenly Father’s Court, followers of darkness, death, and even those of Evil Gods, who were all very curious about the continuous elental collapses.
Respectable mages couldn’t guess—the so-called elental collapses were in fact the result of a mage apprentice sucking too hard.
Based on years of accumulated experience, they speculated that a divine/evil instrunt had appeared in Lundan, and its holder was brewing a terrifying plan.
Compared to the Death Knights who surfaced suddenly, the threat level of the mysterious mage causing the elental collapses was undoubtedly much lower; hence, various churches did not invest a lot of manpower and waited for the events to unfold further.
They marked the incident locations on the map to narrow down the investigation area.
Wayne’s Essence of Life was too exaggerated; The Book of Greed lifted him to a concept far beyond humanity, which also indirectly explained why the Void Lord was so insistent on not letting go of Wayne.
The loss was too heavy!
The Elental Space was of paramount importance, related to whether the Void Lord could make further progress on the plane of life.
He must capture Wayne to refine him into the Elental Space.
Years of accumulation were lost in an instant; such a huge cost was unbearable for him.
The protagonist of many events, Wayne himself was unaware of the outside world, squatted in the sewers, at peace with the world, determined to roll over everyone.
He multitasked, imrsed in ditation while providing the Four Elents with an open gate of convenience; his mind delved into the second minor goal, communication and exchange with nature.
This minor goal was extrely difficult; many mages wouldn’t even dare to contemplate it, yet Wayne, out of youthful ignorance, bravely embraced the challenge.
Intelligence stemd from diligence, and genius lay in accumulation;
Life prospers in diligence, without seeking, nothing is obtained;
The early bird is rigid.
The sages pointed the way; Wayne firmly believed that his repeated failures were due to not trying hard enough, not rolling enough.
Nature was always eager to communicate with him, and it was his own lack of ability that led to repeated failures.
Failure is not scary; what is scary is giving up, and Wayne was unwilling to give up.
Splash!
Splash!
Spla—
Damp footsteps ca from a distance, and Ah Bin, lying at Wayne’s feet, pricked his ears, growling to warn him.
Wayne opened his eyes, shook his head to put on the Death Knight’s vest, and raised a hand to pet the dog’s head, signaling Ah Bin to calm down.
Ah Bo was one of his own; he didn’t need to show his teeth every ti.
That said, Wayne was very satisfied with Ah Bin’s strong sense of protectiveness.
A surge of magic power flowed out, letting Ah Bin have a satisfying lick.
Ah Bo stopped in his tracks, looking enviously at Ah Bin; he wanted to have a satisfying lick too.
What’s talked about here is magic power; the Resentful Spirit longed for its master’s magic power.
“How’s it going?
How’s the case?” Wayne asked slowly.
“The evidence is conclusive, and the case has been settled.
Now it’s just a matter of going through the process…”
Ah Bo reported in detail.
Three days had passed since the Lundan police departnt sealed off the mansions of eight council mbers.
The victims had received tily treatnt and were out of mortal danger.
The bodies moved out from the basent were also claid by family mbers, confirming the specific death list.
Due to the involvent of special departnts, the case progressed rapidly, with an efficiency that made it difficult for one to believe this was happening in the Windsor Kingdom.
However, due to the involvent of special departnts, the case did not receive widespread reporting.
The eight council mbers were investigated for corruption issues, and because of getting high on silver parties, they collectively lost their minds and were transferred to the Red Leaf Forest Asylum for further interrogation and treatnt.
Ah Bo was not satisfied with this, but he knew it was the best result.
So things were better off not known by the average person.
“So, what are your thoughts?
Or rather, what inspiration did this incident bring you?” Wayne asked with interest.
“I want to help more people who have suffered injustices.”
“Oh, aren’t you afraid of exposing yourself, attracting more attention?”
“I’m already dead.
Now that I’m not even afraid of death, what else should I fear?”
Ah Bo shook his head bitterly.
Indeed, there were things he feared, like his girlfriend Tiffy.
Officer Green had assured him that a clerical job would be arranged for her at the police station’s office.
But Green couldn’t guarantee Tiffy’s ntal state.
To make Tiffy regain her healthy mind, Ah Bo needed to see her, even just a phone call to report safety would be good.
Ah Bo was quite hesitant and asked Wayne for a solution.
The master could do anything; he would undoubtedly show him the right path.
Wayne: “…”
He was a single dog owner, known as a bachelor dog, and even a bachelor dog who could dream of having affairs with three won at once.
Seeking relationship advice from him—what was that, if not seeking death?
Wayne couldn’t give a reasonable suggestion, but he knew what Ah Bo was struggling with.
He scoffed, “Just stop contacting her then; for her own good, take this opportunity to break it off completely.”
“But…”
Ah Bo’s face showed reluctance: “A couple of days ago, Perry was arrested for participating in my murder.
She couldn’t cope with it, and her ntal state is getting worse and worse.
I’m afraid she won’t last much longer.”
“Heh, since you already have a thought, why ask for my opinion?
In the end, you just don’t want to take responsibility.” Wayne shook his head.
Wanting sothing but not willing to take responsibility—where in the world did one find such a good deal?
“My master, I’m not afraid of taking responsibility.
I’m worried she might be threatened because of , and I won’t be able to protect her,” Ah Bo explained.
“Did you sleep with her?”
“A few tis…”
“Just a few tis?” Wayne curled his lip; who were they kidding here?
“Uh…”
Ah Bo guiltily lowered his head.
It was natural for young couples in love to do it several tis a night; they couldn’t do more.
There was work the next day, after all.
“Have you broken up?”
“No!”
“Is there another problem?”
“No more.”
Enlightened by his master, Ah Bo suddenly saw the light and knew what he had to do.
He needed to find Tiffy and give her a belated candlelit dinner.
It might be selfish, and Tiffy might get into more and more trouble because of him, but that’s how adults are; both opposing choices are right and wrong.
Kids want everything, but adults don’t have a choice!
“If there’s nothing else, get lost.
Don’t co looking for without my summoning you unless you run into so big trouble you can’t solve,” Wayne said as he saw off his visitor.
His main goal at the mont was to practice and to strengthen himself in every possible way.
Ah Bo wanted to help the weak and be a hero in the darkness, and Wayne was happy to let him do so; it was what he wanted to see.
When one doesn’t have the ability, they can only dream of being a hero; but if they still dream of being a hero even after gaining that ability, isn’t that ability wasted?
What difference is there between him and those bastards who have great power but only use it to satisfy their personal desires?
Ah Bo didn’t leave, saying, “My master, many people have been looking for you recently.”
“Who?”
“Mages, and so followers of gods, especially the followers of the Goddess of Death.
They’ve been very active, risking being caught and confined to the Asylum just to find you,” Ah Bo replied.
Ah Bo rembered his master ntioning that Death Knights worship the Goddess of Death and are knights who walk the earth on the goddess’s behalf.
Followers who also worshipped the Goddess of Death could be considered allies, and he thought it necessary to report this.
“What do the followers want from ?” Wayne asked as he stroked his head, roughly guessing the reason.
The followers of death and darkness had been suppressed by the Tri-Goddess Alliance and had not managed to establish a church in Lundan; they only had scattered strongholds secretly promoting their faith.
The appearance of the Dark Knight had given the followers of darkness status, while the followers of death could only look on in envy.
But now it was different.
The Death Knight had arrived, giving the followers a leader to look up to, and they were eager to fall at the feet of his mighty presence.
Ah Bo explained the reason, which was not much different from Wayne’s guess; the followers of death had been suppressed too harshly and longed to rise up and freely spread the teachings of death.
Wayne inwardly groaned; he didn’t have a bad impression of the followers of death.
It was mainly due to the first impression; the followers of the Goddess of Death seed like cowards, each one more fearful of death than the last, all surrendering with their hands up at the re pointing of Veronica’s little handgun, embarrassingly subservient.
But if one could get past that first impression, the faith in death had little to comnd it, especially embracing the teachings of death, which made it difficult for people to feel good about it.
The Glamor Lady teacher had also repeatedly instilled into Wayne the horrors of both the evil Goddess of Darkness and Death, whereas the Nature Goddess was the chosen one, embodying righteousness, selflessness, life, and compassion.
Hefei: Blah, blah, blah, nature is so beautiful.
Wayne: You are all goddesses, why should a goddess trouble another?
Have so empathy and don’t give the gods sothing to laugh at.
Isn’t it nice to have a sisterhood?
The Glamor Lady teacher’s evaluation of faith was highly subjective, and Wayne only half-believed it; he certainly didn’t swallow it whole.
He was a classic pragmatist and was willing to believe in anything that was of use.
The Liberty Mage Alliance said it well, “Faith makes people steadfast; religion makes people foolish.
Do not get too close to the followers as they will lower a mage’s IQ.”
Therefore, believing a little is fine, but total blind faith is out of the question.
At the sa ti, Wayne also realized another truth: the sa bread nourishes all kinds of people; not all followers of the Nature Goddess are good, nor are all followers of the Goddess of Death bad.
Expanding the scope to the entire God-chosen Continent, things beco even more complicated.
There are no purely good or bad people in the world; everyone fights for their own interests.
How should this problem be solved?
Wayne repeatedly stroked his head as an image ford in his mind.
A classroom, one-on-one tutoring between teacher and student.
The Death teacher in a black robe revealing her long legs, pointed at the blackboard with a cane, which read, “Religion makes people foolish.”
Teacher: See that?
That’s the key point.
Student: I see, the blackboard is so white.
“My master, do you plan to et with the followers?
They’re getting more and more active, and if not restrained, I’m afraid…”
“You contact them and tell them it’s the command of the Death Knight.
Tell them to select a few representatives.
Three days from now at dawn in the Grand Cetery of the West District, I will et with these representatives and convey the will of the Goddess of Death,” Wayne said with a sinister smile, thankful for the long-legged teacher’s guidance.
He now knew how to manage these followers.
Ah Bo received his orders and turned to leave.
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The night passed without incident.
Ah Bo t with his girlfriend Tiffy, whose emotional state was so poor that, overwheld with sorrow and joy, she fainted in her lover’s arms.
Late into the night, Ah Bo traveled through the sewers to find the active followers of death and conveyed the Death Knight’s command.
The followers could choose not to believe, but missing the eting in three days would be at their own peril.
Just as the intelligence system of the Windsor Kingdom had been infiltrated like a sieve, so too were the death followers gathered in Lundan.
Most of them ca from the lower classes, characterized by a lack of organization and discipline.
Before the news of the Death Knight’s call to gather could spread, several church leaders had already received the ssage.
The puzzle was about to be unveiled, and the Death Knight would personally clarify his purpose for coming to Lundan.
At that mont, everyone was waiting for the dawn three days later.
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