Chapter 154 Reunion

A saint was born in the Gray Domain Alliance. The enemy launched a dark disaster on the city of Balando, but the forbidden spell was shattered on the spot by a mysterious powerful man.

Like a boulder dropped into a turbulent undercurrent, the entire Silver Iris Empire, and even the entire Ambrose Continent, was in turmoil. Countless high-ranking sorcerers rushed to the city of Barando. Some even claimed to have seen the figure of Sandra, the guardian of the royal court. She had been missing for nearly twenty years, and it was unexpected that she would reappear before the public. The Holy See, always fond of boasting about the achievements of the gods, remained unusually low-key, acting as if it were a secret.

Those in the know understood that the Vatican was acting entirely out of fear and dread - they thought they could play with the "God of Storms" at their fingertips, but ended up failing. Two cardinals died, while the other was seriously injured. A group of Sons of Life that had been secretly cultivated were slaughtered, which was a heavy loss.

To those uninformed, it looked more like a guilty conscience. Some thoughts that had been suppressed deep within their hearts surfaced once again, even beginning to boil over.

What is above the saints? Is it the gods? Some people inevitably think of the "History of the Gods," a book that the Vatican was so eager to ban and execute anyone who circulated it.

——Origin: Human Era.

Because it involves such a life-threatening matter as spiritual practice, the voices of dissatisfaction with the Church among the warlock community are getting louder and louder.

If the gods were not human, and if the mysterious and powerful man who suddenly appeared in the city of Barando was a new god suddenly born from the Okansele River after disappearing for nearly hundreds of years, why didn't the Holy See dare to use this as an example to fight back strongly?

If gods were human beings, then why would the Church be so furious, hurling itself into a rage and cursing, even causing such a disastrous incident as the White Tower townspeople attacking the Inquisition?

No matter what everyone's ulterior motives are, the most important thing now is to find the whereabouts of that mysterious and powerful man.

However, the two who had already returned to Baita Town didn't bother to care about how violent the shock caused by the Savior's attack in Balando City was - or perhaps this shock was also within someone's calculations.

The familiar White Tower Town had completely changed. Traces of artillery fire, collapsed ruins, and the Inquisition was patrolled and guarded by the Self-Defense Force. Those judges who survived the riot were temporarily detained there.

But the townspeople seemed surprisingly calm, with children even laughing and playing in the streets. It was as if the natural disaster that had been hanging over their heads had suddenly dissipated. It did not look like a city that should have fallen into panic and madness because of resistance to the Church and the killing of priests.

The reconstruction work was organized in an orderly manner. Students from the Trial Association formed various working groups. The injured were treated, the families of the dead were cared for, the homeless were gathered together for resettlement, and there were people responsible for helping to register the situation, collect and distribute food and supplies. Nova even saw several sheriffs helping, although they were not in uniform.

The young people at Baita University grew up quickly in the disaster, but they didn't know how much time the outside world could give them. The whole town was in an extremely strange and precarious balance.

The professor didn't reveal his return; after all, he was still a condemned inmate. With the Savior's help, he managed to quietly return to his beloved office. Thankfully, the damage wasn't too great, and he wasn't looted by the Inquisitors. Otherwise, he wouldn't have known who to vent his rage on, considering the cold body of the Cardinal in charge of the Inquisition was already lying there.

Nova was disgusted by the creepy look in a certain male protagonist's eyes when he was working, so he simply kicked him out and went to find the second male protagonist to "exchange feelings", and then began to patrol his territory carefully.

All the documents that should have been taken away were taken away, but there were a few faint fingerprints left on the desk, which made him quite dissatisfied. He thought it must be that Adrian who stole his cookies and didn't wipe his hands. He would scold him later.

When Maxine climbed in through the window, she saw someone still rummaging through boxes and cabinets to check the inventory.

She was startled. Her first reaction was that she didn't expect there would be such a bold thief in broad daylight. She frowned subconsciously and said, "Thief?"

The next second, a gun was pointed directly at her forehead.

Along with the sound of the gun being loaded without hesitation, behind the cold barrel were the smoky gray eyes that she would never forget even in her nightmares.

...To be honest, Maxine thought a little dully, she had imagined the scene of her first meeting with His Majesty many times, but she never thought it would be in such an awkward form.

First, she mistook the owner of the room for a thief, and then he put a gun to her forehead, as if she was the thief who sneaked in to steal - it was all Ole's fault, because she also got into the habit of climbing through the window.

The red-haired girl felt her whole body tense up, her palms slightly sweaty, and she didn't know whether it was anger, hatred, or nervousness - she clearly understood that this person was just an ordinary person, and the pistol in his hand posed no threat to her.

Those eyes that chilled her whole body looked her up and down uncomfortably, and then the muzzle of the gun, which was as cold and hard as its owner, suddenly dropped.

"...Mashlin." The tyrant said coldly.

Two men and one woman, the standard configuration for a hot-blooded youth comic—hello, Miss Heroine.

The other party's attitude was unclear, so he decided not to greet him first, in case he was another annoying bastard like Ole Asaqi.

The red-haired girl stared at him warily: "How do you know I'm Marcylin?"

As soon as she asked the question, she felt that she had asked a stupid question - with the tyrant's terrifying insight, how could he not know?

As expected.

"Your accent, appearance, and dress are typical of a maritime people. You must be from the Kasa Strait region and worship the sea god Odres." The professor had already unloaded his gun and placed it gently on the table. He raised his eyelids at the words and replied quickly and briefly, "Judging from the direction of the muscles in your arms and the bandages wrapped around your finger bones, you are a martial artist who excels in boxing. Your training is so intense that you're constantly injured—which is consistent with the mentality of someone who has just been reborn. You were able to enter and exit my office freely without causing too much damage. You are an acquaintance of Ole Asaqi."

Seeing the other person's clear green eyes widening, he paused and then reminded him coldly, "...One more thing, there are crow claw marks and feces on your shoulders. It was Ole Asaqi who called you from the Kasa Strait."

Mashilin: “…”

She jumped up in shock and turned her head desperately to look: "What?! Where is it?"

Seeing the other party spinning around in a panic, Nova was silent for a moment: "Right shoulder, lower."

"It's over, it's over, Ask is going to scold me again..." As expected, when she saw a small white mark, Marshilin's head drooped immediately and she muttered to herself.

Because she couldn't control the strength of her hands well, she always ended up ruining the clothes... Along the way, she had ruined almost all the clothes she brought with her, and had to steal other people's men's clothes to wear. Eske Rabbi, who was completely broken down, finally couldn't bear it anymore and chose to take over the "womanly" job of washing clothes.

When the other party got angry, he became extremely talkative and his curses were very unpleasant. Knowing that he was in the wrong, Ma Shilin had no choice but to endure it timidly.

"This is the fifth time this week! I remember Ole complained to me about it," she couldn't help but grumble in a low voice, "Why can't that crow be more patient? It's only for a few minutes!"

"Because birds have very short rectums."

"……ah?"

The red-haired girl looked up blankly, staring at the other person in the room in confusion.

...Compared to the tyrant in his memory, although this man was still tall, thin, and pale like a ghost, he seemed healthier, and his aura was not as crazy, strange, and neurotic.

"Birds' rectal structures don't easily store feces, and they need to rely on constant defecation to lose weight and adapt to flight." Seeing that the person stared at him blankly but didn't interrupt him, Nova kindly reminded him, "There's another possibility. That's that you accidentally offended a crow. Crows are very vindictive."

"...I understand." Mashilin thought for a moment, then said slowly and thoughtfully, "Maybe it's because it flew from Baita Town to Kasa Strait, but I didn't give it any snacks and let it fly back."

As a result, Ole probably forgot about this - and then the two of them incurred the revenge of the crows.

"There's a certain possibility." The black-haired young man nodded at her very seriously. "You can try feeding it some raw meat and then observe the situation."

...Wait, Marshilin suddenly came to her senses. Why was she discussing the defecation and diet of a crow with the tyrant here alone?

Just as she suddenly realized how strange the situation was, and stared blankly at the tyrant, Azuka finally returned with Orel. The trio of protagonists from their previous lives successfully reunited in the villain's territory, a scene that was both heartwarming and eerie.

"Mashilin, why are you here?" Orel looked at the red-haired girl in a daze, then looked at a certain tyrant who had been a scourge for thousands of years - Tsk, this guy seemed to be in pretty good mental state.

"We've run out of saltpeter again. I'm looking for some for an emergency... uh."

Marcyline suddenly realized that the owner of the saltpeter she had come to "purchase" was standing next to her, and she couldn't help but touch her nose in embarrassment.

"The saltpeter is on the third shelf, second from the right." The professor glanced at her darkly. "If you haven't looted all my stock."

These words made the red-haired girl even more uneasy.

She stammered, "I'll make it up to you, really."

"No need," Nova said calmly, "I've been mentally prepared for this, and this is the best way to put it to good use."

He nodded gracefully and said, "I forgot to tell you just now, good morning, Miss Marcyline."

Mashilin was stunned for a moment: "Ah, good morning."

By the way, does she need to lift her non-existent skirt and bow?

Ole, who was watching in amazement, said: "..."

No! Why does this bastard only pick on him and bully him?