Chapter 133
"I suggest you leave as soon as possible." The swordsmith looked at him and sighed helplessly.
It was inevitable that she would sigh, because she wasn't in a good mood.
The main reason is that these guys are really too unpredictable, and the church is quite disgusted by them, since they are outside its control.
Compared to that, those disobedient fellows in the church are much easier to manage. Even if the high priest discovers that someone is doing something inhumane, the final result is simply a punishment according to procedure. Everyone will accept it, and he won't throw a tantrum.
But these guys are different. They're a group of people trying to break free of control, and not one of them is obedient. In this kind of world, these restless individuals are extremely annoying. Their inability to control them is secondary; the main reason is that they possess the ability to change many things.
Like the guy in front of me, this guy named Ark.
I really don't know why this guy's rating in the church is the lowest level, the kind of rating a really useless demon would have. He's safe as long as someone is willing to protect him.
But those in the know understand that this rating is a joke, just like what happened earlier. Those in the know understand that the timeline of this world is locked by the Guardians, and anyone trying to manipulate time is futile.
But this guy can make time stand still for a moment. It's just that such an ability doesn't warrant such a high evaluation.
The swordsmith simply couldn't stand Ark; in his mind, this guy's values were completely incompatible with his own. He only came to see him because most of the people he knew were about to die. Although this guy didn't hold any deep significance for him, he was still considered a friend.
Since we're friends, it's necessary for us to meet.
That's why I'm here now.
But she hadn't expected things to turn out this way at the church. The sudden crisis forced her to look at these people with normal, conventional thinking.
The only answer we can get from those people in the church is that these guys should be purged; that's the only thing that needs to be done.
But looking at this guy, I suddenly felt that perhaps it wasn't that dangerous at all. He seemed to take it very lightly.
He was still injured and had come to find Benny. The church here needed to be thoroughly investigated, and these people had to move to other cities. This was not a place where they could stay.
But now, when I see this guy...
Perhaps there's no rush; there's still plenty of time. One of these guys is sleeping, while the other is enjoying a nap with his girlfriend's head on his shoulder. They both look very relaxed, as if they're on vacation.
Perhaps they're just here on vacation. This is a market, a rather large city. Who knows how many sorcerers live in this city? It's hard to believe that such a large safe zone still exists in the world. Here, there's food, clothing, and people can live like human beings, with the energy to do what they want.
This is wonderful; it's a perfect place to relax.
The swordsmith looked around and often saw mercenaries and students taking classes here. The carriages outside usually carried what they needed, so these people would wander around the market for a very long time.
Here, money has its uses, unlike in other cities where having money is just having money; it doesn't represent any tangible wealth. True wealth is always measured by food reserves.
Perhaps I should sit down and think carefully about what exactly happened.
Thinking this, she climbed into Yak's carriage and leaned against the wooden wall behind it without asking for permission.
She needed to close her eyes and rest for a while; she was really tired. She had just finished a fight and eaten something. Now was the time when she felt drowsy.
If you don't rest now, you won't have a good chance to rest later.
Yak glanced at her, shook his head helplessly, and then continued to wait for his guests.
After all, this guy hadn't been in his team for very long, and most of the people from his cohort were already dead.
It seems there's still one alive, but perhaps I'm just out of the loop and haven't heard that the guy is still alive.
In short, seeing this guy reminded him of that time. She was like that too; back then, she was someone who had killed someone in the church and wanted to repent. Just a sinner.
At first, she was a very manic person, Ark thought, back then she seemed to often just lean against something behind her to sleep.
Of course, she was also very capable in combat. Her skill in using various weapons allowed her to deal with almost any monster. That period was also a relatively easy time.
Later, they had a fight over something, and then this guy went back to church.
Although he encountered something very troublesome not long after that incident, and met Benny after everyone in the carriage died.
That's another story.
As Yak thought this, his memory became somewhat confused, and he couldn't remember many things.
I've lived too long, to the point of sadness. A monster like myself is still alive; without someone to keep me company, I might just want to die alone.
But now, even when I think about how the people around me will die one day, I can only feel lonely.
But perhaps, as the knife maker said, as long as she is alive, she will be fine.
"Boss, how much is this?" Yak heard someone calling him, looked up, and saw a pair of young students.
The men were slightly taller and the women slightly shorter; they all appeared to be students here, wearing sorcerer's robes.
They are now holding a corrupted magic core. This kind of thing cannot be sold as an energy source; it is usually sold in packages. So, after Ark carved it slightly, he placed it here to sell as an artwork.
"That one?" Ark glanced at it and realized that he had indeed carved a pair of bracelets. It was the magic core of the thing blocking his way. Even though it was contaminated, it was still a large piece, so making a pair of slightly tainted bracelets actually made it look somewhat aesthetically pleasing.
“If you buy them individually, one is 100 scrap boards, so two together would be 150,” Yak said after a moment’s hesitation.
This is a very cheap price. First of all, even if this item were sold for three times the price, it wouldn't be expensive. Secondly, this item might not sell even if it were kept for a long time.
"Really?" The girl's eyes lit up when she heard the price.
“But if you all want them to fit properly, I can make some adjustments for you based on your wrist size.” Acton paused. “It will take about ten minutes, and the labor cost is fifty pieces of scrap board.”
In the end, he not only adjusted the size, but also engraved the other person's name on it. He also decorated it with many detailed patterns.
The two students thanked them and left happily.
Yak piled the rotten boards into a small heap in front of him and stared at it in a daze.
That's wonderful. If I were a sorcerer, having a soulmate at this age would be something to be proud of, right?
With that thought in mind, Yak threw all the broken boards into the bag.
If they really can't be sold, they can be sold to the church at a low price. Their purchase price was already incredibly low. Either way, they'll make a profit, so there's no problem.
After all, they're basically running away now; they're not thinking about making money during this special period.
Is there really any point in making this kind of thing anymore?
Suddenly, Yak heard the person leaning on his shoulder ask softly.
“These are all the things I know,” Yak said. “I don’t know how I would survive in any other place.”
“You don’t have to do anything. I’ll give you a legitimate identity, and then you can live in that city forever, with plenty of food and clothing, and you’ll always be safe.” Benny said softly, “I’m worried about you. You’re always moving around in dangerous places, which makes it very difficult for me to protect you.”
"I should be the one saying 'I want to protect you' to you."
“You’re protecting me too, aren’t you? I can only sleep peacefully when I’m by your side. You’ve always been protecting me, from the moment I was in your carriage until now.” Benny said softly, patting Ark on the back. “I’m not that little girl who couldn’t even speak anymore, nor am I that girl who struggled to even wield a dagger. I am now a Guardian of Honor, which annoys me, but in their eyes, I am Eight-Colored Glass, the one who inherited the power of the angels.”
"So you're saying you can protect me now?" Ark sighed helplessly. "It really makes me feel inferior. After all, when my fiancée said I could be a kept man, it made me feel like my value wasn't very clear. You'd better just be a princess, and I'll protect you. Although I am indeed a bit weaker than you in terms of combat strength, I'm not weak either."
"Stop being stubborn, your body is full of injuries." Benny suddenly said, "I can feel that you are in very bad condition right now, extremely bad. I have never felt that you are in this condition before."
Yak didn't say anything, but simply took a crystal from the front and casually used his fingernail to carve on it.
This thing is a very hard crystal, theoretically as hard as metal. But Ark could easily leave a mark on it with his fingernail. It was as if he had a sharp carving knife, and this thing was tofu.
Benny glanced at him without saying a word and sighed helplessly.
“I’m not really a demon,” Ark said softly. “I’m a monster, I’ve never lied to anyone about that. I’m just an ordinary monster.”
"But you have the ability."
“That’s because I used a demon’s mark. That was a long time ago, when I found a demon.” Acton paused and said, “That demon was almost dead. I took care of him for a while, but he didn’t recover. The corrupted wounds were too severe. Without a way to suppress them, he would die.”
"So you removed the magic mark from him."
“Well, it’s a simple matter. He agreed; he’s willing to give me his magic mark.” Ark smiled helplessly. “Actually, in terms of race, I’m considered an undead, a type of zombie or something similar. I just look a bit like a human. That guy gave me his magic mark, and after I absorbed it, I became what I am now.”
Yak casually said, propping his head up with his hand, "This thing has side effects, didn't I tell you?"
“After all, it’s not yours.” Benny glanced at him. “Don’t tell me you’re going to die, or I’ll be very sad.”
“No, that’s not true. After all, this thing has stretched my life to an unpredictable extent. In short, I’ve lived for a very, very long time, and I can live for a very, very long time.” Acton paused and said, “It’s just that this thing is imprinted on my soul, and it’s a malevolent ability. It can destroy anything that comes into contact with me, and to be precise, this ‘me’ is a demonic mark. And the soul it’s imprinted on isn’t the original one.”
"So you get hurt by your own abilities?"
“Smart, she won’t be my fiancée.” Acton paused and said, “It’s not good for you to have someone like me in the church. They’ll gossip a lot, and they might even say that you forcibly put a magic mark on me to keep this monster alive or something.”
“It doesn’t matter what others say, it’s none of my business.” Benny closed her eyes again: “Forget it, it’s not too late to think about this after your trip is over. We have a very, very long time ahead of us, there’s no need to think about these things so early.”
“Yes, we still have a long time ahead of us,” Ark said softly. “Who knows what will happen next?”
He suddenly paused, looked at the two guys standing opposite him, and smiled helplessly.
"Perhaps you two could consider patronizing my business?" Ark called out to the other side, "You might find the treasure you're looking for."
The two men shuddered the moment they heard the voice, and slowly turned around to look at Ark sitting there.
Deedri and Krissen were quite difficult to recognize now, as they looked very different after completely changing their appearances. However, as a monster, Ark relied on scent and other non-visual means to recognize people, so identifying these two was obviously not difficult.
"It's you." Dedeline put down what she was holding, her expression much better than when she left in a huff. "Do you have any good business here now?"
"It's alright, it's alright." Yak tilted his head. "You all look like you're making a good living. Chrison, this outfit looks great on you."
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