Chapter 87
The dragon said that Earl Reed was seventy or eighty, which was a gross exaggeration. Veris sighed helplessly, but did not correct him.
After breakfast, the two of them, one human and one dragon, took another stroll around the vicinity of the city lord's mansion. Veris said that the magical artifact was in the city lord's mansion, and the dragon enthusiastically suggested that they go and steal it.
Veris laughed and scolded it, "I don't care for that kind of thing. If you like it, go get it yourself."
Upon hearing this, the dragon fell silent, having assumed it was something valuable.
Veris also said that the Lord of Mar City would not amount to anything. He had captured most of the mercenaries in Salem, which would definitely have an impact on all sides. He didn't know whether those mercenaries were lone wolves or had relatives at home.
Long then thought of the mercenaries that Veris had transformed into honest men, and shrank back.
After returning to the inn from the lord's mansion, Veris packed his luggage. On his way to the market, he bought a mule. There was no other way; there weren't even any decent horses in Mar, so a mule would do.
The dragon looked at the animal curiously and protested, "Why don't I have any?"
Veris glanced at him, then climbed on top of him and said, “The moment you sit on it, the mule will turn into a meat pie.”
The weight of a dragon is so great that even a high-level magical beast couldn't withstand it, let alone an ordinary mule.
Besides, dragons are quite fast runners.
The dragon grumbled and followed Veris out of the city. After Veris gave it a general idea of the direction, it stood there, tilted its head, and pondered for a moment before figuring out the direction.
Pointing to the road, Long said smugly, "We'll be there by noon tomorrow."
The man and the dragon ran in that direction. Meanwhile, the Lortheran army had completed its troop replenishment in the northern part of the Lortheran Kingdom, entered Salem, and headed north without stopping, intending to go straight to Phoenix.
Duke Salem was startled when he received the urgent message from his subordinate, but before he could react, the Lord of Mar sent a letter asking the Lortheran army to rest in Mar, as Mar would reward the army that had quelled the rebellion.
Count Reed looked at the seemingly humble yet threatening words in the letter and couldn't help but sneer. He then handed the letter to the officer accompanying him. After reading the contents, the officer's expression also changed.
He muttered "idiot" under his breath.
On the surface, however, he still respectfully asked Earl Reed how to reply, thinking that since the entire army had entered Salem, it wouldn't be good to disrespect the Lord of Mar. He had heard that this man was related to the Duke of Salem, and he was worried about offending the Duke of Salem...
Unexpectedly, Earl Reed scoffed, "A reply? No need to reply."
"The army will proceed as usual, heading north straight for Phoenix."
The officer was truly stunned. His colleague pulled him up, and he quickly spurred his horse to catch up with the count's troops. His family had a good relationship with the count, who was considered his elder, so he mustered up his courage and voiced his concerns.
Earl Reed glanced at his still somewhat childish features, frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed, and explained to the young man, "Why should I, a great nation, fear a mere prefecture?"
The young officer was taken aback, then heard Earl Reed say, "If he comes to interfere with the army, I'll change the name of Mar City to Reed City today."
There was a chilling intent in those words. The young officer broke out in a cold sweat and stammered in agreement.
Earl Reed walked ahead, and his colleague, a few steps behind, patted him on the shoulder and chuckled, "You've been led astray by those civil officials. What's the use of all that worrying? Look at the Salem garrison we've seen, which one of them has been any good?"
The young officer gave a wry smile, but his previous worries were gone.
Veris was unaware of this little incident in the army. When Lortheran's army passed through Mar, he and the dragon had already arrived at their destination.
Vast fields of roses are in full bloom, a sea of vibrant red. The manor standing amidst the floral paradise is incredibly romantic. Windmills emerge in the distance, and even the dragon, with its eyes wide open, can't help but marvel at how humans truly know how to enjoy life.
The estate didn't even fence off the roses. They also saw nearby villagers coming to the perimeter of the rose estate, laughing and picking roses. They probably wouldn't be so happy without the owner's permission.
Several winding paths meander through the sea of roses, while there is only one main road, which looks like it's for carts.
Veris and the dragon, of course, also followed this path.
The villagers nearby noticed the two young men, but assuming they were relatives of the host family, they didn't pay them much attention.
The rich, sweet fragrance of the flowers wafts over, making one feel refreshed and relaxed.
Only when you get close to the manor do you see a fence surrounding the house, which is covered with climbing flowers like morning glories, and the house itself is also covered with ivy.
The yard has a lush green lawn that the owner takes good care of.
Veris rang the bell at the door, and soon the door to the inner room opened. An older maid with gray hair came out and asked Veris through the iron bars who she was looking for.
“I’m looking for Mr. Milestan.” Milestan was Uther’s surname. Veris pulled out a badge and said, “I’m from the Church.”
The old maid smiled warmly, gave Veris a simple bow, and went back into the house. Soon after, a middle-aged man came running out.
Mr. Milstein did not know Veris, but upon hearing that he was a member of the church, a hope immediately arose in his heart; he hoped that his son had sent them news.
So he acted very enthusiastically, of course, he was always a warm and hospitable person, and at this moment his face was full of smiles as he opened the door to invite Veris in, greeting him with auspicious words.
Veris was also very polite, but he could see the anxiety hidden beneath Mr. Millersdan's enthusiasm. As he followed Mr. Millersdan into the house that resembled a small castle, he said, "Uther is doing very well in the High Church. He is currently in charge of the execution department and is highly respected by everyone."
Mr. Millersden breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that his only son was safe and sound, while Mrs. Millersden, who came out of the kitchen carrying freshly baked pastries, was also beaming with delight.
More than his wife’s delight, Mr. Millersdan did not forget to inquire about Veris’s identity and the young man who had come with him.
Veris smiled. "I am Uther's teacher."
"Oh my!" Mrs. Milesdan exclaimed as soon as she placed the pastries on the table. The dragon standing beside Veris stared at the pastries that were emitting a sweet aroma.
“You, you are…” Mr. Millersdan was also greatly surprised and stammered.
Veris nodded, then said, "I've come to visit you about something that happened in the past. I heard that before you became pregnant, you insisted on going to church to pray."
A single sentence stirred up Mrs. Millersdan's memories. She stood there somewhat awkwardly and said, "Yes, I received your letter and was greatly encouraged. So I went to church every day, rain or shine. When Uther came to us, we couldn't believe it."
A nostalgic look flashed across her well-maintained face, but then she seemed to remember something and couldn't help but laugh, "Perhaps the God of Love couldn't bear to see his believers suffer so much. One night I even dreamed of the God of Love."
Veris's expression changed slightly, but then he heard Mr. Millersdan's surprised voice: "You also dreamed of Cupid?"
"I've never heard you say that!"
Mrs. Millersdan looked puzzled: "Didn't I say that...? Did you forget? I couldn't possibly not tell you. Oh, how come you remembered now?" She paused slightly.
Even her husband was stunned.
Veris listened to their conversation, formed his own judgment, and continued to ask, "Is there anything else in the dream?"
Mrs. Millersdan snapped out of her reverie, tried hard to recall, and said, "I can't quite remember what God of Love looks like, but I remember He was very kind and said that if I ever met His child, I should tell him—"
"Please plant the Demon King's favorite roses all over the Demon King's abyss," the two suddenly said in unison.
After speaking, a look of fear flashed in the couple's eyes. They looked timidly at Veris, who remained silent with his lips pursed. This was Uther's teacher, and the letter sent by the High Church had mentioned something about him... They had the answer in their hearts about the young man's identity, but they dared not think any further.
As for the fact that Cupid had children, they didn't even have time to think about those things.
Veris felt a slight pain in his temples and, seeing the couple's alarmed expression, smiled slightly and said, "Don't be afraid. This is Cupid's favor towards you two. He does indeed love roses, and perhaps it's because your tastes are the same as His."
The couple looked at each other, their fear fading and replaced by excitement.
The gods' favor!
Veris did not stay at Rose Manor for long. After telling the Milsteins about Uther's recent situation, he prepared to take his leave.
Mrs. Millersdan quickly packed a large bag of pastries and handed it to the dragon, showing a gentle smile: "The two gentlemen probably don't need money or anything like that. These are pastries I just made. Please accept them."
The dragon's eyes widened. It was no wonder it insisted on accepting the treat. If Veris hadn't given it a sideways look, it would have loved to pop it into its mouth right now. It had been craving that sweet and soft pastry for ages.
The gray-green-haired boy immediately beamed and nodded repeatedly. Then he took out a ruby and, without saying a word, stuffed it into Mrs. Millersdan's hand, saying, "You are a kind lady, this is my return gift!"
Mrs. Millerston was startled and quickly waved her hand. Veris stood up and said, "Madam, there's no need to refuse. This gem is just a toy to it. It's just a child's sentiment, so please accept it."
Hearing that it was just a toy, Mrs. Millersdan assumed it was just an ordinary stone, only a bit pretty, so she smiled and accepted it. Her gaze towards the dragon was exceptionally gentle; she always had a great fondness for young children, perhaps because her only son was never close to them.
The man and the dragon took their leave and walked along the main road of Rose Manor. It was afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly and warmly. The dragon couldn't wait to stuff some snacks into its mouth, while Veris led the mule, frowning in deep thought.
If the Mother Goddess's consciousness still exists, why would she go to such lengths to get rid of two ordinary people to tell him this news? And even create a child that shouldn't exist.
Indeed, Veris had always felt that Uther's existence defied common sense.
But only gods can make things that defy common sense seem reasonable.
Salem was still within the sphere of his faith, and he couldn't possibly have been unaware of the emergence of the Mother Goddess's consciousness, even though he was on the other side of the continent at the time.
What does it mean to plant roses all over the Demon King's Abyss? Veris was puzzled, so he turned to look at him and asked, "Have you been to the Demon King's Abyss these past few days?"
The dragon's muffled voice rang out: "No, there's nothing good to eat over there, and I don't like demonic energy either."
Throughout the entire continent, the only place where the Pope's faith is weakest is the Demon King's Forest.
Veris recalled the remnant of the celestial being in Arnold's soul, which was like a leech clinging to his bones. That guy had probably already obtained godhood. Arnold was the hero of astrological prediction, and he would definitely have to fight the Demon King Vesper in the future. At that time, when he was in the Demon King's Abyss, Yannis would most likely make his move then.
He sighed softly.
Well, although he had less control over that place, it was still relative.
Moreover, in the realm of the demons, the worship of the goddess of love is sparse, but if there is one, that is absolutely powerful.
—The progenitor of the demon race, the demon Sylvain.
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Author's Note: A mixed doubles match between husband and wife... [glasses]
See you tomorrow! [kiss]
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