Chapter 74

Xita, a commercial city second only to the First City in size, has always been synonymous with splendor and luxury.

The latest and strangest trends are gathered here, and the gains from reselling goods a moment earlier or later are completely different. Therefore, everyone is in a hurry, with ambition or possessiveness in their eyes, giving birth to a unique landscape.

Far from suffering, this energy has quietly intensified recently, thanks to the troubles encountered by the castle's namesake family.

After coming forward to suppress and restore order in the troubled city of forging, competition and learning, the swift-moving Templar Sword arrived here before the travelers.

But he didn't have to wait in vain, because with the status of a commercial city, he could call on real big shots when he suspected he was under a curse.

Amara walked a few steps to the bishop in a long gray robe, bowed gracefully, and kissed the tip of the staff she handed over.

The entire process took less than two breaths of time. Others only felt that in the blink of an eye, they saw two tall and upright temple officials standing together. The focus quickly shifted from necessary etiquette to a formal conversation.

"Can I help you?" Amara asked directly to Sanni, who was dressed in a full bishop's suit and was obviously doing official business.

The elderly elephant turned sideways and looked at the child who was slightly taller than her. In the child's bright, iron-like silver-gray eyes, she found a clear and noble reflection of herself, as well as an emotion of trust that had never changed.

…Even at his age, he still refuses to admit that mud and mithril, linen and gold yarn not only have their own uses, but are also equally free and equally pure.

How long will this child maintain this fragile stubbornness?

As expected, I should spend more time teaching Taloya. His disciples are more likely to become people who can maintain a stable self after waking up than he is. I must have a certain status in the temple to ensure that this invincible sword will not be suddenly destroyed by the rust in my heart.

Suni thought a little worriedly.

But the bishop paused for a moment, then smiled and continued, "Of course, compared to an old man like me, everyone will feel more at ease with you here."

As a highly qualified elephant tribe member, if she had not served in the temple, she would have become the most trusted leader of the tribe. Even though she is now wearing noble clothes, her colleagues and younger generations will remember her glorious military exploits, not to mention Amara.

"Mammy, you mean..."

Seeing Suni calling himself an old bone with such a kind and harmless expression, even the Sword of the Temple subconsciously became nervous and asked in a low voice.

"The Xita family now feels that they are cursed and are so scared that they invited me here as a talisman. Now that they have you, they certainly don't mind changing the person they worship and pray to, so that I can get away and go back."

Shanni blinked, lowered her voice and spoke quickly, then raised her hand and patted her adopted son's shoulders, which were thinner than hers, indicating that you have a long way to go.

"Then, the next task of guarding the Xita will be handed over to you. I think everyone welcomes the Sword of the Temple very much, and you will definitely get along very well." She then announced with a kind expression and tone that everyone could hear clearly.

The bishop, who had accumulated power for many years and made outsiders feel suffocated, really withdrew like this. Her steps were as brisk as those of a seasoned soldier. It was obvious that as a high-ranking official with real power, she was really busy with all kinds of affairs and had long lost the patience to play house with a bunch of cowardly nobles who were immersed in wine, sex and money.

Compared with such big shots, although Amara's status in the church is actually not lower than that of the bishop, and his reputation in the outside world is even more so, he has always acted alone in all occasions, including wars. The appearance and posture of the Winged Clan are special, which makes people feel awe, but as long as they believe that they have not committed a capital crime and have not done evil, they are not afraid of what he will do.

As soon as Sanni left, a group of Xita family members who took pride in their bright golden hair surrounded Amara.

The scene was like a group of round-headed golden bears surrounding a tall gray-white falcon, and several hands stretched out from the exquisitely embroidered cuffs and scrambled to pull the hem or sleeves of the black and white linen clothes.

It seems that the crisis that made them feel that their family was cursed was indeed terrifying. Under the pressure of fear of death, this group of upper-class people no longer cared about their pride and rushed forward one after another. Although they did not actually push others, they squeezed the place so tightly that no one could move.

As the ruling class of the Third City, these members of the Xita family have no need to get their hands dirty. By any law, they can be considered good people of truth, kindness and beauty. Their lives are refined but far from extravagant. Family members are either smart and hardworking or work out hard. They often save money and donate to the poor. Any one of them can be a model of outstanding young citizens with virtues.

So Amara was surrounded like a group of baby birds huddling around his wings in the thunder, seeking a sense of security. However, he could neither draw his sword to warn them, nor could he use words or actions to force a group of ordinary people who were afraid of death to leave his vicinity at this time.

He stood there in silence for a while, then grabbed a person who seemed to be more sober, and used his usual steady tone and cold attitude to suppress the voices of the others, saying, "Let them all sit down, and tell me everything that happened during this period. After you finish, I will choose two more people to fill in for you."

Hearing that they were not being asked to let go of their lifeline, the Xita family members felt relieved. Fortunately, the hall was covered with high-quality carpets, so their clothes would not be undignified. They sat down obediently in the seats they had grabbed. Many of them looked up at Amara with their golden heads and round ears.

The ruling families of the Commercial City are as smart and sensible as businessmen. The members who stand up to seek protection are all good-looking, and they are not stupid or annoying. They are definitely carefully selected. If the tragedy happens again, they are the most suitable candidates to get help and the most likely to get mercy.

Amara is upright but not stupid. He understands the considerations involved and would not like to make such rational arrangements for the strength and weakness of himself and his peers in the face of survival opportunities. However, he would never allow these innocent people to be killed.

Such an open and aboveboard conspiracy. Yuan Qian would have applauded them.

From the perspective of a victim who inevitably exaggerates out of fear, someone has really completed the villain's mission very well, he thought.

However, he did not have much sympathy for these bear cubs. Although they looked quite pitiful at the moment, it was not clear that a group of privileged people who were born to call the shots were innocent. Previously, the Lord of Xita City had hired people to hunt down "Pan" because of suspicion. So he really believed that they were weak and innocent standard victims.

"Why don't you just not come over these few days?" Yuan Qian discussed with the adjutant.

[Hey. Don’t you want to fight? Let’s fight.]

"But I have to win..." To this day, Yuan Qian still doesn't understand the principle of the warmongering nature of people from other worlds. What kind of hobby is it for Meishi to like fighting for fun? Getting hurt is not fun at all. Even if his teammates are peace-loving, Meishi will not take the initiative to provoke them, but now he is actually eager to try.

When he created Amara, he selected all the possible points in combat except for the Golden Blood, which was equivalent to a top-level melee talent. Except that in a pure strength competition, he might lose to the top natural warriors such as the Tiger Tribe and the Elephant Tribe due to lack of stamina. Basically, he is the pinnacle in melee combat.

After all, fighting doesn't just depend on strength; speed and agility are equally important. Amara was able to dodge the full-force charge of the golden-blooded rhino warrior in an instant, but the opponent couldn't dodge his sword that pierced his eyes afterwards.

...But Nirvana is not a normal opponent, he is a monster.

So how can ordinary people who work hard possibly defeat monsters? The dragon king who was almost evenly matched with them has already left the stage. Now, unless the star god suddenly recovers from his illness, no one can deal with a real monster. You can win any way you want.

This kind of villain is not meant to be fought bravely from the beginning, so why would he just seek his own destruction? It's very tiring to act.

[Number Five's character is about letting the sea go, and it's not bad to have mutual sympathy.] The adjutant tried again stubbornly.

"It makes sense but I refuse."

[I will play along with you and pretend to be beaten back - this should make them feel that having you as their protection is worth it.]

"...So you just want to play. Never mind, I'll listen to you." Yuan Qian finally acquiesced, even though this meant that someone else would be "somewhat" frightened when the monster appeared.

The conversation was about to come to an end. Yuan Qian was thinking about how to respond to the people from the Xita family when he was suddenly gripped by a very familiar shock.

Before he could say anything more, Amara's eyes became sharp. He pushed away several stunned orcs, drew out his long sword and thrust it into the ground. He held the sharp holy emblem tightly, letting the skin on his palm and the old coil be pierced, and recited a few strange words in a deep voice.

Immediately there was a blinding flash of incandescent white light, which exploded to a size that almost covered the entire Xita and the surrounding villages, and then faded into beautiful and soft star-shaped glow, offsetting the most dangerous momentum.

The weeds on the street and the flowers and trees in the nobles' gardens all grew wildly, bloomed, bore fruit, and withered as the light faded, demonstrating a life cycle that was longer than a year several times in just a few minutes.

Then, Amara, still standing upright, loosened her palm and listened to the humming sound of the holy emblem with blood beads on its surface resonating with the big bell far away in the headquarters.

The Xita family members were in a state of confusion, watching the powerful protector's already tense and serious face change expression several times, and finally, in a state of almost swearing, he gritted his teeth and whispered:

"...the madman of Baroa..."

In contrast, the adjutant watched the incident, then applauded the casters with a little surprise and joy, as if he admired their horrific act of detonating another "Eye of Kalisai Foresight" spell in the second city close to the center of the orc territory. As expected, lunatics tend to be like-minded, although according to Yuan Qian's understanding, someone would not think so much, but just likes all kinds of shocking things that have nothing to do with massacres.

"What did they do?" Yuan Qian took a deep breath and asked his teammates.

[Hmm, maybe they are doing this out of filial piety to the Star God? You can't stop children from caring about their parents, even if the group of spellcasters seems a bit rebellious.]

Yuan Qian didn't have much like or dislike for the beastmen, but he also didn't want to bring disaster to them for no reason. When he was a spellcaster before, he had found a deep canyon in the wilderness far away from human habitation to cast spells, and he also took excessive protective measures.

So that time, only part of the biological structure of the familiar was injured, and the cathedral bell also swung for a while, so the impact seemed to be very mild.

But this time it was different. The spell just cast from the Mithril City had a predicted target that was definitely related to the Star God. Therefore, the aftermath brought about a spell that directly affected the Commercial City, which was closest to the Mithril City, without so many layers of obstruction.

The Star God is an absolutely high-ranking existence for the beastmen. No matter how devout a person is, he will suffer mental damage when he sees even a little bit of his distant figure or even the portrait that was casually scribbled by Duan Xing.

Even if he was terminally ill, he was still an orthodox god, and any influence from him had nothing to do with the curse, but was simply something extremely huge and therefore extremely dangerous. It could be said that if there were no people from the same origin of the temple to take action, even if they received timely assistance afterwards, the average life expectancy would be at least three to five years shorter.

In short, it is not unfair for Amara to call a certain group of people in Mithril City crazy.

"Or you should go and have a heart-to-heart talk with them. I'm not in a hurry at all. Really, look how obedient they are now." Yuan Qian said.

Indeed, the bear cubs of the Xita family witnessed with their own eyes the grand scene of how Amara, who was not known for his superb divine arts, successfully rescued them - even though Amara's action was more for ordinary residents - and in a short period of time afterwards they became the most devout group of people in faith, and they were just as well-behaved without being intimidated.

[Okay, okay. Then remember to buy the update later.] The villain who was given a job he was good at happily agreed to this new arrangement.

Yes, let the lunatics fight each other, and everything will be perfect... No, it doesn't seem to be much better.

Amara turned her head to look at the nobles who were gathering around to show their hospitality to the protector, some with tears in their eyes, some tearing off their sleeves, pulling out the powder they carried with them, or with faces full of expressions of brewing words of praise. She resisted the urge to change her mind and switch tasks with her mortal enemies, and remained silent and upright as she put the sword back into its scabbard.