Chapter 78

"So your original name wasn't Pan?"

After Amara put away her sword, she looked up at Xiaoman, and then turned her back to the moonlight that poured in after the wall collapsed.

He couldn't help but frown when his eyes fell on the solid armor that almost covered his entire body.

"So what?"

Xiaoman looked at his empty sleeves fluttering in the night breeze. He did not let down his guard like Amara did, but remained armed. The blue flame even condensed into the shape of a spear and pointed it at the man with whom he had fought with swords not long ago.

"You're hurt...but if you still want to lock me up, I'm sorry," she said.

It is difficult to make a difference when two guys with similar tempers meet. Even though Amara is more than 20 years older, Templar Sword is the kind of person who never knows what it means to bow down and give in.

Finally, a priest in a lace robe came and tried to mediate, and finally they managed to move the two gods from the dilapidated and drafty ruins area to other intact rooms to rest.

"You brought her back here. You are the only one who can take care of her, whether it's her detention or her reception." The priest smiled earnestly.

Amara's expression froze when he heard this, perhaps because he remembered that some people had come to break the prisoner under heavy imprisonment before, and almost succeeded, so he agreed to the arrangement of putting him and Xiaoman together.

After regaining her freedom, Xiaoman would certainly not agree to wear those anti-magic shackles. She casually gestured, took out a set of clothes from her personal space, went to the next room to change into them, and wiped her face with the basin used by the nuns for evening prayers.

Because this was someone else's territory, Xiaoman didn't waste time. When she came out, she was still simply fixing her hair.

The still slightly damp gray-black hair brushed over the clear outlines created by a carving knife and ink, and the skin that looked even paler due to injuries, and was then pushed back. Those hair that were long enough were tied into a small braid at the back of the head that was slightly longer than a finger.

When she pulled back the curtain and returned to the Sword of the Temple's sight, the young nun quickly said:

"Oh, I'll go get some more food. Remember there's half a pot of soup for dinner, some stew from the Xita family, and a basket of freshly made, salted and baked wheat cakes in the storage room... What else do you want to eat?"

Just a moment ago, she had been acting extremely cautious in front of Amara, like a student looking at her homeroom teacher checking her homework in person.

Seeing that Amara was sitting in silence, Xiaoman did not criticize the nun for her slightly lively behavior, so he said to her, "The soup is enough, thank you."

The armor that appeared naturally had already dissipated along with his thoughts. Perhaps because he thought of Amara in black and white, Xiaoman picked out a set of clothes with some colors when he changed clothes. He no longer dressed like he was going to be a fellow traveler with him.

The large area of ​​dark red was divided into multiple groups by dark blue that was only slightly different from black, and the edges and patterns were made of unsaturated silver. This outfit looked inexplicably solemn even on a 17-year-old girl.

At the tailor shop, Xiao Man readily accepted Long's gift because the clothes he had prepared, whether dark or light, were easy to wear and not too ostentatious. Apart from the fact that the materials and designs were obviously expensive, they were styles that she could accept and liked.

Although she was sure that Amara was an absolutely kind person, she did not want to share the therapeutic medicine given by the teacher with him. She just sat down in the chair farthest from Amara without saying a word.

If torture is used to extract a confession, someone like Amara would probably have many ways or experiences to put pressure on the prisoners to speak.

But she was now able to move freely, so Amara couldn't make her say anything as long as she was still worried about her destructive power and didn't want other people in the city to suffer unnecessary disasters.

Xiaoman is very clear about this.

She was intuitive and had dealt with many smart people, so she understood the interests involved and the things that the other party would be afraid of.

"You were helping me. I'll at least thank you for that."

Before the nun came back with the food, the middle-aged Winged Clan member with the sword across his knees spoke first to break the deadlock.

"You're protecting me, too. It's even."

Xiaoman raised his eyebrows slightly and revised his impression of Amara again - he was very old-fashioned and self-righteous in deciding what kind of life path others should take. But judging from the fact that he would directly admit this, he himself did not seem to be very arrogant.

Another person who doesn't love himself.

Xiaoman thought about what her teacher had said about her.

But she has the responsibility to take care of her mother and needs to be vigilant and protect herself in dangerous places. It is normal for her not to have those delicate thoughts. Why is Amara like this?

He should be like Eleriretna, with power, wealth and beauty all within their reach. However, Eleriretna may be the one who loves herself the most, while the Winged People in front of him are just the opposite.

"Neither you nor any other criminal deserved to die at the hands of that monster."

Amara's face showed that this was what he really meant, and he said it firmly.

Obviously, no matter who was facing Nirvana at that time, he would step forward and stand between her and the monster.

"You called him a monster. So you know what he is?" Xiao Man recalled the completely unreal scene that was like a nightmare because of these words.

But facing the familiar outline that came to her mind at first sight, and the eyes that she had looked up at countless times, she couldn't help but pay extra attention after being shocked, and think about that face over and over again.

"I don't know." Amara said, with a deep frown between her brows. "He is... incredibly strong and very cunning. Even though he has caused damage to Jino and Flora, the royal family has not yet decided how to deal with him."

"At present, he poses no threat to the nobles and those who voluntarily block the way, except you. Because he is demanding sacrifices from all city-states, and the sacrifice is the heart of the Incomplete One."

The silver-gray eyes stared at Xiaoman, and under the shadows of the candlelight and the brow arch, they seemed worried:

"After what happened to Bronze, the nobles did secretly collect the disabled among the people in order to appease the monster. But after succumbing to violence, there will definitely be a deeper conspiracy."

"——So I will never let you be taken away by him."

His hand was placed motionlessly on the center of the sword on his knee, his expression was extremely solemn, and he spoke in a deep voice as if he was taking an oath.

Xiaoman recognized that it was a very common military-style long sword, and the previous one was the one she broke during the fight.

...It turned out that he was a very dangerous guy. But he knew my name... He came late at night to destroy the prison where I was imprisoned, and spoke to me as if he knew me.

Xiaoman lowered his eyes silently, and with mixed feelings he did not respond to this heavy promise of protection.

So the conversation that had finally been harmonious was interrupted again.

"Come and help me think of a topic..." Yuan Qian had never felt that the days passed so slowly.

Although he himself has been living a life where he rarely leaves the house except to go to the hospital due to mental problems, he is not as socially awkward as Amara. At least he has no problem with the basic skills of showing concern for others.

It's not easy to be a cool and handsome uncle... Especially since Amara is a good guy, unlike the arrogant and mean Dragon King who lacks patience and treats the whole world equally. At this moment, Bernaludos could at least make a few sarcastic remarks and still open up the situation.

[Don't worry, I'm enjoying the feeling of being snatched away by the protagonist.]

“…”

[Okay, the turning point will come soon. 10——9——8——]

"What are you counting?" Yuan Qian had a bad feeling and made an exception to activate the "Nirvana" that was on standby somewhere to search everywhere to find out what bad things were going to happen.

[3——]

An unusually large drop of water fell on the back of Xiaoman's hand.

Xiaoman subconsciously thought it was rain water leaking from the roof, but then she found that the blood scab on the long wound that had already scabbed over and healed was rapidly drying up and breaking into several small, wrinkled lumps that flowed away with the water drops.

The new skin under the blood scab is moisturized and stretched, and because the color difference is not obvious, it looks like it has completely recovered its smoothness.

[1]

"Good evening, everyone. I'm sorry for the sudden visit."

A woman with a light green and slender figure appeared in front of her.

She was wearing a tailor-made robe that was unique to high-level wizards. Her long hair, as soft as seaweed, fell over her shoulders and behind her, making her look very beautiful.

Against the backdrop of the pale blue color that permeates her body, her skin is neither pale and damp nor blindingly white, but rather has a subtle texture that is moist and transparent.

This appearance is very similar to the lithe-armed water fairy in the story. Only the wizard robe and the badge representing the identity of the Mithril City can bring the witness' consciousness back to the world of dust.

"We have something to discuss with Pan. Your Excellency Amara, would you be so kind as to let her go with me?"

Yolutina asked softly, her eyelids lowered, a faint smile still on her face. Her social attitude was quite polite for a strong person of her level.

"Okay, but wait until you get a warrant." Amara did not soften her attitude at all because of her stunning beauty.

"Of course I have brought it." Yolutina immediately took out the copper letter with the temple seal and left it on the table, then turned and stretched out her hand to Xiaoman.

"I'm Yorutina. Would you like to come back with me to visit the Mithril City? This is a very powerful fellow student who has studied foreign subjects. Your name is 'Pan', right?"

Yorutina whispered.

People outside may never see a spellcaster of her level in their entire lives. The disciples of the disciples of the pedestals can be regarded as big figures on par with the powerful nobles.

But Xiaoman was the exception. He was not excited at all and just nodded. He was still wondering if older spellcasters liked to speak to people in a coaxing tone?

Of course, it was the first time she met Yorutina, but she felt close to her.

Amara glanced at Xiaoman and happened to meet his eyes.

The two of them reached a silent and brief promise based on moral tacit understanding. Amara then withdrew her gaze without saying a word, showing an attitude of not being used to communicating with the caster. After verifying that the warrant was correct, she said briefly:

"Please."

After saying this, he completely pretended to be a white stone statue sitting upright without a mouth, and didn't care about anything.

Xiaoman took the finger that Yorutina handed over, stood up and followed her into the easily deployed teleportation spell. Before leaving, she looked back at Amara and said silently in her heart:

Thank you for not revealing my real name to others, which you already knew... Your Excellency the Troublesome, Stubborn, Overly Righteous Sword of the Temple.

[Ding Dong, the update is ready. Oh poor nun, she didn't know her Romeo was just kidnapped by Titania. Her love was betrayed...]

The adjutant didn't care about Nirvana's control at all, and sighed in a pretentious manner.

In fact, Yuan Qian didn't want to touch No. 5 at all. His sudden attack could scare the person so much that his soul flew away. This face and his temperament that was completely shaped to be crazy contributed a lot.

So it's normal for an ordinary person like him to feel that the more contact he has with Nirvana, the more danger he'll face. In short, except in emergencies and when trying to gather intelligence like he did just now, he will never interfere with Operation Five.

But in order not to waste the nuns' hard work, Amara ate all the food. To solve the problem of the bread, he also invited other members of the church who got up late at night because the prison was destroyed to have a meal together, which unexpectedly increased his impression of being approachable.

"Although Lord Amara looks stern, he actually ate with us."

The badger priest came home in the morning and boasted to his daughters at the breakfast table that he was one of the lucky ones. His face, which always had a kind and gentle expression towards the people, was now beaming with joy, and he looked like just one of the most ordinary residents in the city and a father.

"He doesn't even mind the simple food! The soup Dafen cooked was as watery as hot water with salt and oil, and it had no fragrance at all! Even His Majesty invited him to the most luxurious banquet, but he liked our wheat cakes."

"Aren't you going to auction off the tableware used by that adult?" asked the eldest daughter.

"…Oh, this is not good."

As the priest spoke, he honestly lifted up the corner of his robe and stood up, intending to go back and see if the tableware in the kitchen had been cleaned in time.

But his wife said, "You are not allowed to sell it. Bring it back with you. Do you understand, Rody? The objects that Amara touched must be very sacred. I feel safe keeping them at home. These are sacred objects that cannot be bought with money."

"Stop making trouble." The second daughter put down the spoon, and taught her parents and eldest sister a lesson, so that the family could sit down and eat again.

Fortunately, "Amara" did not know that after years of building momentum in the temple, these ordinary people who were extremely timid, humble, fragile and obedient in front of him could actually have such a degree of personal worship for him. Otherwise, he would never dare to walk in front of the crowd calmly in the future.