Chapter 24

Is that huge black shadow in the dream God?

Is it a god commonly known by the people of Liye, or is it some ancient, mysterious and dangerous existence like the great Cthulhu?

Cthulola doesn't know about the Supreme Fairy, Demons, and Angels, but seems to know something about this god related to dreams, so, it is the latter?

"Would you like to explain?" Miel asked tentatively.

"No."

Cthulora gave a one-syllable response.

"Why can't you tell me? Because of the oath? Or, to protect me?"

Maybe it was a bit self-indulgent, but Miel felt that Czulola might be hiding some information in order to protect him.

To stop him from risking his life in pursuit of the truth?

In fact, he doesn't want to pursue every truth...

Csulola was silent for a while, and then, no one knew what he was thinking during the silence. Although he had clearly blocked Miel's question with "no", he still gave a fairly complete answer.

"It's not so much that I want to protect you, but rather that I don't want to get into trouble," he said.

"Conflicts between the Old Ones can lead to unpredictable consequences, so we will try our best to avoid harming each other, but not all Old Ones think this way."

"I don't know what He wants to do, nor do I know how far He will go to achieve His goal. All I can do is protect you from being hurt by Him."

"So, I can't tell you who He is, nor can I tell you what He can do. And to protect you from harm, we must leave the church, the sooner the better."

"What about the priest? What about Father Dindel?" Miel knew that now was not the time to meddle in other people's affairs. He had his own things to investigate and solve, but he still couldn't help asking this question.

After all, the priest helped him a lot, and he sincerely hoped that he could have a good ending.

This time, Cthulola didn't remain silent. She answered directly, "I don't know what He wants to do through that elf named Dindel, but it's obvious that Dindel is very important to Him. Maybe not as important as you are to me, but if anyone tries to take Dindel away from Him, it will definitely anger Him. So I don't recommend you have too much contact with Dindel."

Miel suspected that Czulola had confessed her love to him again... Wait, why did she say "again"?

Although he was very happy, he knew that Csulola didn't mean that, so he stopped himself from letting his thoughts run wild and asked seriously, "Is Father Tyndall her agent?"

Cthulola: "I don't know."

Miel: "Perhaps He is just like you, wanting to understand humans through a spirit?"

Cthulora: "I don't think so."

Miel: "Father Dindel prayed to Him to guide me in my dream, and He really let a spider guide me. Perhaps He, like you, has no ill will towards the Liye continent?"

"I'm not sure." Czulola responded, suddenly reaching out to cover Miel's mouth to stop him from asking further questions.

"I'll answer you one last time, and then we'll end this topic completely." He said in a cold voice, his pair of crimson eyes emitting a faint but very strong light in the darkness.

"Perhaps my patience has left a good impression on you, but you must know that not all Old Ones have my patience. Whether or not to abide by the oath is entirely up to us. If I don't want to, I can turn you into a pool of blood right now."

As he spoke, he withdrew his palm that was stained with Miel's breath.

"It's true that Tyndall helped you, but he didn't risk his life for you. Are you willing to risk your own life to find out the truth behind him? What about Burrows? What are you going to do?"

"I only set one goal at a time. My current goal is to wait for you to allow me to study your desires when you deem it appropriate. Before that, I will fulfill some of your requests depending on my mood to speed up the arrival of this opportunity."

"You'd better develop this habit too—since you've decided to get the truth directly from Burrows, turn a blind eye to everything else."

"answer?"

Czulola finished, asking Miel for a response.

Miel's response was: "Yeah."

He wanted to save the priest. He didn't want to deceive himself, he just wanted to save him.

But if he were to go against the Old Ones, without the help of the great Cthulhu, he would be only one step away from death or madness.

In this case, we can only hope that the god is as gentle as Cthulhu.

At least the priest now has nothing unusual except that he firmly believes in the unknown existence and often mentions the word "dream".

…

Miel lay down and slept for a while. When it was daybreak, he went to the market to buy some things for Rocas.

A set of clean and comfortable clothes, a pair of sharp daggers made of black gold, a complete set of lock picking tools, and some daily necessities.

Rocas was terrified the entire time. "...My Lord, I must say, even my biological parents wouldn't be so kind to me. Are you really not planning on training me to be a professional assassin or thief, and then selling me off to someone else at a high price? - I'm kidding."

Miel ignored his joke because he understood his uneasiness and calmly comforted him, "There are many ways to make money, and the one you mentioned is the most thankless. Don't worry, I don't have such plans, but I do hope that you can become stronger as soon as possible, so that you won't be captured and enslaved again."

"Then I'll trouble you to protect me until I become stronger," said Rocas with a smile.

When he is not serious, he gives people a very sunny feeling. You can see that the real him is this kind of non-serious.

He was not serious with Miel, and even less serious with Cthulola, who acted as Miel's guard.

"Hey, Mr. Lola, where are your weapons and equipment? Didn't the master buy them for you? Looking at your perfect abs, you're not only a powerful mage, but also a warrior? Or a paladin? Should it be a warrior? Paladins only want to tie us wanderers to the stake. Warriors must wear heavy armor, of course. Let me guess, is your heavy armor stored in the master's space ring? Because it's too heavy? Will you have time to wear it in battle?"

Cthulora: “…”

Miel: “…”

How could the Akunila family have such a noisy member... But at least it's better than Bross who hurts women and children for his own selfish desires.

Miel coughed.

Although he felt a subtle sense of satisfaction when he saw others talking to Cthulola without any respect, he was really afraid that Cthulola would beat Rocas into a meat pie in a fit of rage.

He had to speak out to stop Rocas from his suicidal behavior: "Rocas, please be respectful to Mr. Lola. Although he is my bodyguard, but... I respect him very much."

"That's fine." Czulola said, refuting Miel's words, "I don't dislike such attitudes and words. On the contrary, I find them very interesting."

"Really?" Miel raised an eyebrow. "In that case, how about I communicate with you like this? From now on, I'll just call you 'Lola'. I wonder what kind of weapons and equipment my dear Lola likes? Perhaps you would like a knight's sword?"

Miel's tone was cheerful, but he was uneasy in his heart, afraid that this would anger Cthulola.

However, instead of being angry, Cthulora raised the corner of her lips with interest: "You want a knight? Tell me earlier, I'd be happy to help."

Eh?

Miel looked at him somewhat dazedly.

The black-haired elf raised the corners of his lips, and a bright and gentle smile appeared on his handsome face, which was completely different from the cold and domineering look he had last night.

"What should a knight call the one he supports? Your Highness?" Csulola said nonchalantly, which made Miel's heart beat faster.

Even if the great Old Ones have studied dignity, they are not bound by it and can easily lower themselves?

However, if anyone takes His words seriously and really rides on His head, he will definitely pay the price for it.

So Miel's answer was: "No, no, just call me Miel... If you want a sword and clothes, I can..."

"I only want you. You know that." Cthulora interrupted him, "There's no need to buy me anything. No amount of armor can compare to my body's strength."

This is...

Speaking of which... "I only want you" - although Miel understood that Czulola meant to study his body and his desires, please don't use such a misleading statement, especially when there are people around...

Miel turned to look at Rocas.

Rocas suddenly turned his head and looked away, then folded his hands behind his head and sighed, "What a nice weather today..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly seemed to notice something, his face changed, and his eyes became sharp, like a cat that discovered danger and its fur stood up.

Miel followed his gaze and saw people coming and going in the market. Apart from the elves, there were only humans, and he couldn't see anything worth noting.

But Rocas's reaction would never be without reason, so Miel still asked: "What's wrong?"

"Uh... maybe I saw it wrong? It's nothing important, but if the master wants to hear it, I'm happy to tell him."

"Go ahead." Miel couldn't suppress his curiosity.

Then Rocas confessed, "In fact, yesterday, before you, Master, came to me and rescued me from that damned cage, a man with a hood covering his face sneaked into the room where we were placed. Without saying a word, he came up and picked the lock of my cage. I think he might be trying to steal the slave."

"But he only has one arm, so it's very difficult to pry it open. If I didn't want to reveal my identity as a wanderer, I would have snatched his tools and done it myself."

"Then, before he could pry the lock open, he heard screams from next door. He immediately gave up and left."

"I seemed to see him again just now. I always felt that he was looking at me... or maybe it was just my illusion."

Rocas finished.

Miel immediately asked for Csulola's opinion: "Mr. Lola... No, Lola, what do you think?"

"I didn't notice anything unusual." Czulola responded.

"Well, that's okay." Miel readily put the matter behind him.

With only one arm, that man couldn't be Burrows, but probably just a wanderer who wanted to steal slaves to sell for money.

In contrast, he had something more important to ask Rocas: "Rocas, did you sleep in the church last night? Did you have any dreams?"

"Uh... well..." Rocas coughed guiltily before continuing, "Actually, I left the church right after taking a shower. I sold everything I could in my bag and made a lot of money... Then, I rested in a tree for the night. I didn't have any special dreams."

"No dreams about spiders?"

"Spider? No."

"That's good." Miel breathed a sigh of relief, then said, "Lola and I have something important to do tonight. I will entrust you to Father Tyndall and let him take care of you for one night."

"...Let me sleep with you?" Rocas was shocked.

Miel's lips twitched: "...Father Dindel is a kind and noble priest. He will not hurt you."

"Even if he is very gentle, I still... do I have to do this? I mean, although I am happy to obey all your orders, but..." Rocas looked embarrassed.

"That's not what I meant!" Miel raised his voice and interrupted him, then sighed helplessly, "Okay, let's just say I said something wrong. I just wanted you to stay in the church for one night. It's safer to stay in the church than in a hotel. Didn't you say that there was a man with only one arm and a hood covering his face who was secretly watching you?"

"Is that so?" Rocas responded, and after a moment's silence, he asked, "Master, do you really not want me to follow you?"

Miel hummed, not wanting Bross to know about Rocas's existence, even though there was a high probability that Bross would not recognize him.

"Okay, I understand." Rocas nodded in agreement. "I will stay in the church obediently. Remember to come and take me away when you are done. Whatever the master wants to do, I wish you all the best."

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