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“God, Your Majesty…” Geeta’s mind was filled with a jumble of wishes, but for some reason she couldn’t utter a single one at this moment. It seemed that even she herself felt that those wishes were either too frivolous or too boring.
Sweat gradually beaded on her forehead. She gripped the hem of her dress tightly, glanced up slightly at the face of the statue, then averted her gaze as if electrocuted, nervously closed her eyes, and muttered to herself:
"Hoping everything goes smoothly in the family affairs? No, the gods certainly won't concern themselves with such trivial matters! Hoping for favorable weather? Even the gods can't control natural phenomena... Then hoping my brother won't make mistakes in the diplomatic corps? That's something that depends on human effort, and prayer can't change that... I've got it!"
Geeta opened her eyes, her face filled with a heroic expression. She pulled a handful of gold coins from her pocket, tossed them into the hand of the God of Light, then knelt respectfully, pointed at Leafa, and loudly proclaimed:
"My God, please make Leafa a Holy Knight! She desperately needs this power!"
Leafa, who had been gazing up at the statue in a trance, finally snapped out of her reverie. She looked at Geeta in surprise, then thought for a moment, took out the only gold white coin from her pocket, threw it into the hand of the God of Light, and knelt down.
“My Lord God,” Leafa said, her expression slightly relaxed.
"Miss Geeta says every day that she wants to bring light to the world. Please, help her become the person she dreams of being. Thank you for your mercy!"
"Hey, who asked you to say that!" Geeta, her face flushed, helped Leafa up from the ground. Then, looking at the God of Light's raised hands, she realized she couldn't reach them and hurriedly rummaged through her pockets. After searching for a while, she only managed to pull out two silver coins.
"I... I'll give you another gold coin when I get back!" Geeta said, her face flushed. "I forgot... I forgot to save some..."
“It’s alright!” Leafa chuckled, taking the silver coin from Gita’s hand. “After I finish the training I missed with the captain today, let’s go to that dessert shop in the outer city! I heard they just introduced Lundia’s ‘Latis-style egg tarts’ this week. If we each get one, we can still have some change left…”
Before the words were even finished, the chapel suddenly shone brightly again, much to the girls' astonishment.
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"It feels so good to fall asleep with anticipation!"
Latis opened his eyes, stretched and yawned, glanced at the morning scenery outside the window, and jumped out of bed.
"Let me see what the emulator has replied to!"
He excitedly activated the simulation panel and looked at the text below through the locked interface that had already begun its countdown.
【Dear Mr. Latis, hello!】
Because I am caught in the flow of time and space, each reply creates some overlap with the "present." Therefore, to avoid escaping the flow of time and space, I lock the panel to stabilize my state. I am neither a god, a system, nor a higher civilization; in a sense, I was once your friend.
The so-called "reality" means that everything is truly in operation, the only difference being whether it is "inside" or "outside." Please forgive me for not being able to explain it too clearly, because I am only residing here... Don't worry, the world you live in is of course real, so for the sake of your future health, let's try not to let Brother Niu die from overwork...
As for your past life... oh dear, I've reached the character limit for this reply (^^). This simulator is logging off now. Goodbye, Mr. Minion! Hehehe!
"?"
Latis's eyes widened, his mouth slowly opened wide, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time. He suddenly knelt down on the ground, pounded the earth in grief and indignation, and shouted with tears in his eyes:
"Damn it! Who taught you to cut things off like that?! Are you a dog?! Aaaaaah!"
Composing himself, he stood up, sighed, and walked out of the room. Looking at Torso, who had been waiting at the gate for some time and was covered in dust and sand, he cautiously asked:
"Is there something you need, Lord Torso?"
“I want to fight you,” Torso said with a smile, patting his shawl.
Chapter 210 Whose god will Brother Niu summon?
"Why? We shouldn't have any reason to fight, right?"
Latis asked calmly.
"It's hard to say," Torso said with a smile, still standing at the doorway, his hands tucked into his sleeves.
"Perhaps after the battle, there will be a reason to fight again."
"What do you mean by reversing cause and effect..." Latis pondered for a moment. He himself wanted to get more clues from his negotiations with Torso, but he didn't know how much information Torso had learned from the Queen, or how many clues he had revealed that would allow Torso to confirm his identity.
But it also depends on what clues the Queen remembered from the dream fragments. If the Queen even knew that the cow was 20 centimeters long, then there's no point in playing.
"Hey, Latis, you're up so early!"
Suddenly, Gan Gan's voice came from behind. Latis was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw that Gan Gan had already taken out her hammer and started preparing for her morning exercise.
"Dwarves?" Torso glanced at them, his brows furrowing slightly.
"Oh no, in the simulation, Gan Gan always gets up early to exercise. Last night she shared a room with Lingling. Now that she's awake, Lingling will probably show up soon too... No, even if this clue gets exposed, it has to be exposed during information exchange..."
Latis immediately stepped out the door, closed it under Gangan's puzzled gaze, and then exchanged a glance with Torso.
"I am only a mid-level mage. As a sixth-circle mage, surely you wouldn't bully someone so much?" Latis asked seriously, gathering his magic power in front of him.
The moment the magic, amplified by extremely high spell power, was formed, Torso felt a sharp aura. He instinctively pulled his hands from his sleeves, sensing the surrounding magical energy that was already vaguely under Latis's control, and murmured solemnly:
"This is... mid-level?"
“Genuine, without a doubt.” Latis patted his priest's robe.
Torso fell into thought, and he began to mentally distinguish between the hooded man with the great hammer and the goddess priestess in front of him, after all, the two had such different temperaments.
If we look at it that way, the person in front of us is more in line with the image described in the clues provided by that gentleman.
"Such powerful magical talent, may I ask which noble family you belong to?" Torso gave a slight mage's salute and asked cautiously.
"I'm nothing more than a weaver of mats and a seller of shoes," Latis said, shaking his head indifferently.
Torso frowned slightly. For nobles, they usually do not deny their noble status. After all, once they become nobles, their status becomes their surname. To abandon their surname without reason is undoubtedly a form of self-humiliation.
However, this would ruin his attempt to piece together the "newly emerged nobleman" puzzle, and perhaps the person in front of him wasn't the one that the lord had asked him to find.
Thinking of this, he breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to Latis. Only then did he realize that the powerful magical fluctuations had subconsciously put him into a battle state.
"Feeling excited at the sight of prey? It's been a long time since I've felt this way..." Torso stretched and said with a smile:
"I'll only use mid-level or lower magic, let's just have a casual fight."
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“Zeris, your alcohol tolerance isn’t what it used to be twenty years ago.”
A bald man handed a cup of hot milk to Zerris at the table, then sat down opposite him.
"Come on, I haven't drunk much in the last twenty years." Zerris glanced at the "Elf Research Association" sign amidst the pile of junk not far away, shook his head, finished his milk in one gulp, and complained:
"What are you keeping all these old things for? Your house is already small, and if you pile so much stuff on it, you can't even see the road in broad daylight."
The bald man glanced speechlessly at the sunglasses Zerris was wearing, took a deep breath, and explained:
"You've seen it yourself, I'm just living here to retire and grow flowers. Aren't all the flowers and plants in my yard made from these kinds of things? It's just that autumn and winter are coming soon. A few weeks ago, when you came here, you could still see a flower market in Guanzhuang City!"
"You've been running this flower market for so many years, aren't you tired of it?" After saying that, Zerris cast a "Brightening" spell on the bald man, and then finally nodded in satisfaction.
The bald man touched his head, which was shining like a large light bulb, and said with a chuckle:
"How could I get tired of it? You have no idea how happy I am to cultivate new flower varieties. When I was little, I watched the elves' flower market and thought that only elves had this ability. Now I can create new flower varieties too. My dream has become a reality. I'm just worried that I won't live that long!"
“Creating new flower seeds, huh? You really have a youthful mindset…” Zerris stood up, sighed wistfully, looked around with his hands behind his back, walked to the bald man’s desk, looked at the letters spread out on the table, and slowly read:
"Your Excellency Lansong, how have you been lately? Our new project has stalled for the time being. Although we have listed it with the association, we estimate that few people specialize in the breeding of magical plants... We have no choice but to ask you for help. We need to find a suitable plant variety for the youth-enhancing hybridization of Naiko Bud Flower... Hmm?"
Zerris turned to look at the bald-headed Lansong with his憨厚 (honest and simple) smile, and couldn't help but complain:
"That suddenly reminds me, you were the one who optimized that thing, weren't you? That Nako bud flower in the Lundia Daily that crushed several mage towers... you were the culprit, weren't you?"
"That's not how you say it," Lan Song retorted, scratching his bald head.
"I was just optimizing the degenerated bud flower in a more ancient direction. Who knew its maximum size would go from the size of a normal fist to the size of a house!"
"The elves described that ancient world in their songs, a place filled with towering trees. The plants back then must have been ten times larger than they are now," Zerris shook his head speechlessly and asked.
"So you're not researching plant reversion anymore, are you?"
“Of course there is,” Lan Song said with a puzzled look. “We haven’t found a direction for the ancient cultivation of mushrooms yet. After all, there are too many varieties of mushrooms, and we don’t know which one is suitable as the model for the ‘Ancient Giant Mushroom.’ Usually, we need to breed several generations before we can compare the shape of the experimental mushroom with that of the Bull Mushroom…”
"That's enough! If you keep going, it won't pass censorship!"
Zerris took a deep breath and couldn't help but complain:
"It would be strange if the Elf Mother Goddess turned her attention back to Atlantis because of this stuff. Damn it, what kind of god would be summoned by Naoko and Brother Niu...?"
Glancing at Lan Song, who remained completely unmoved, Zhelis abandoned the idea of delving deeper into the topic. He shook his head, dispelling the terrifying images of Niu Ge and Nai Zi that filled his mind. After a moment of silence, he pulled a jewelry box from his pocket and said:
"The main reason for my trip to Crown City, besides waiting for Princess Slingk to return, is this matter."
"Princess Slingk? Instead of returning to the capital, she's going to Lundia with you?" Lan Song asked curiously, watching Zerris carefully open the jewelry box.
"It has nothing to do with me. It's because a very impressive junior of mine kept calling me on the campus network, asking me to help find Princess Slingk. Apparently, he wants the princess to go to the vicinity of the Mountain Wasteland."
Zerris took the worn-out necklace out of the jewelry box, carefully placed it on the table, sighed, and asked:
"Speaking of which, do you remember my former apprentice? The one named Milut. She didn't come to see me in Lundia for a long time before she disappeared, but you were traveling between various elven settlements back then, so you must have seen her, right?"
"Ah, that woman."
Lan Song brought his glowing forehead close to the necklace on the table, examined it carefully for a while, and couldn't help but exclaim:
"It looks just like her, so much like her! It's a pity she's not as dazzling as the necklace she's wearing. This necklace is too worn out; it looks like something you'd find at a dwarf's market stall."
“It’s like this.” Zerris held the necklace in his hand and gently stroked it. For some reason, even though magic could easily restore the necklace to its original condition, he and Lansong tacitly avoided mentioning this method.
"Lord Milut..." Lan Song was lost in memories. After a long while, he suddenly touched his bald head and said:
"It seems that when I met her once, she was with a little girl and a middle-aged woman, whose identities I don't know... The little girl's name seemed to be Silvermoon, and the middle-aged woman's name should be... Norrige, yes, Norrige."
“Norreggie? 'The Twin Strong Old Lady'?” Zerris took off his sunglasses, tapped his nose thoughtfully, and then said:
"Then I'll ask the principal of Qing Teng Academy when I get back to Lundia."
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“My turn, draw a card!
"First, I cast 'Accelerate' on myself with my left hand, and at the same time, I cast 'Slow' on you with my right hand. Under the effect of Double Canyon Relativity, you will only be able to react to one of my next four spells."
"So here I activate my spell cards: 'Silence,' 'Counter-Spell,' 'Greasy,' and 'Fireball!' Finally, I place a trap card, 'Charm,' and end my turn!"
"Wha, what?!"
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Torso's expression changed drastically. Sensing the simultaneous surge of multiple magical energy from Latis, he couldn't help but shout:
"How can you cast your spell so quickly?"