Chapter 9 I feel bad. Why do I have to go to work again tomorrow? Oh my god, I’m going crazy! ...
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The next day, I was unable to say I wanted to resign during the meeting.
After all, Odysseus's condition was quite miserable. Although his innocence was confirmed, there were still guards at the door when I went to visit him, staring at the two of us.
I felt a little ashamed for a moment: "I'm sorry, I've caused you trouble."
"Don't apologize, I was inconsiderate."
Odysseus shook his head, looking a little tired. His thin hair stuck to his cheeks, making him look like a wet animal.
I guess he wasn't implicated by this, but it was clear that I had to take half the blame. This immediately made me feel guilty.
"You look tired. Are you okay? If this is because of me, I'm really sorry."
I haven’t said sorry to anyone so sincerely for at least hundreds of years. Usually, my believers kneel down and say it to me.
I am sorry, my Lord, that I could not offer you a suitable sacrifice.
I am sorry, my Lord, that I could not achieve victory for you.
I am sorry, my Lord, that I have not been able to continue your glory and keep your faith evergreen.
Mortal guilt always comes easily. I never asked them for anything, but they gave everything to me.
It's silly in a way, but also cute.
They taught me a lot of things, one of which is to learn to say sorry when I feel guilty.
"...It's because of something else, not you."
When I came to my senses, I heard Odysseus say this. For the first time ever, he touched my head and ordered the other elves to take me back.
I was immersed in the shock of being touched on the head. The words of goodbye were stuck on my lips, but before I could say them, I was pulled away by the elf.
...Okay, never mind, I can tell him about this on the third day.
On the third day, I didn't see Odysseus early in the morning, and I missed him. On the fourth day, I didn't see Odysseus, and I missed him. On the fifth day, I still didn't see Odysseus, and I missed him.
My daily mission was to run to the tree house and try to meet him. I had already made up my mind that as soon as I said goodbye to Odysseus, I would run away.
Unfortunately, the elves' perception is too strong, and the patrol team always appears when I am about to climb the tree and takes me back to my room.
The female elf in charge of patrolling went from being vigilant to suspicious and then to pity. After my persistent harassment, she probably felt that the Son of God was more innocent now.
Finally, after my attack failed again, she sighed and negotiated with me helplessly.
"Master Saint is not here right now, so don't go to the cabin again."
If I remember this voice correctly, when I first met Odysseus and he brought me back, there was a female elf asking about the situation. It should be the elf in front of me. She has long hair like moonlight like Odysseus, and obviously belongs to the same race.
"Where did he go?"
"This is a secret and I can't tell you. If you weren't such a good runner, I wouldn't tell you."
"Then let's discuss something. If you tell me where he went, I won't come out to give you extra training anymore."
"How did you know we were going to have extra training?"
Of course, I overheard it when I ran out. Even elves can be gossipy and secretly complain about the extra training behind people's backs.
I smiled and said nothing until the female elf pinched her nose and asked me what to do. I immediately told her the plan. She looked at me with strange eyes, and after a long while she slowly nodded and took me back to the house.
On the fifth day, I finally saw Odysseus again. As soon as he entered the door, he looked at me with complicated eyes. It took him a long while to speak.
"I heard that you have been looking for me. You couldn't sleep, eat, or drink water, and you even called my name in your dreams."
I:"......"
Thank you, elf. You are even a better liar than I am. I only wanted you to help me attract Odysseus, but you, my friend, want me dead.
Me: “Let me explain…”
Odysseus interrupted me: "No, I know what you mean."
I retorted: “You don’t know!”
Odysseus countered my objection: "I know."
"I just wanted to tell you that I'm leaving here."
"Aini said you were worried about my condition and felt sad about it. She asked me to come and see you more often."
We both blurted it out at the same time, one big and one small overlapping to form a perfect duet.
The air suddenly became very silent. We stared at each other in silence, as if someone had just died here.
I changed my words abruptly, using up all my brainpower: "...She is right, I am indeed very sad. Now I am just a burden to you, and you will never see me in your eyes. When I become a strong man, I will come back. Then, please let me be your friend."
When the time comes, please let me complete my side quest. Otherwise, I can't even imagine what that stupid optical brain will do to me.
Odysseus stared at me in a daze. I felt that I had said something very noble, and if he was still not moved, then I could only -
Sneak in a handful of chopped onions on him at night!
I expressed myself in a rhythmic way while keeping my eyes open and observing secretly. The elf's expression was indeed gentler, and his voice was like the wind blowing through the forest, blowing clear and crisply by my ears. So much so that I almost ignored his words.
"I see. Come to think of it, you are a follower of the Lord of Light."
“…”
I wanted to say no, but I finally nodded. After all, there was no need to hide if I was recognized.
Odysseus kindly patched it up for me: "After all, the image of the followers of the Lord of Glory is easy to identify, and your temperament fits it very well. If you want to leave now, I can contact the Church of the Lord of Glory."
After this statement it was clear something was wrong, so I asked, “What happened?”
"A group of dark followers have come to the Elf Forest. They are sworn enemies of the Lord of Light and will definitely attack you if they see you. Don't worry, they have come several times before. We will handle it."
The elf comforted me with a few words and handed me a green leaf.
"Don't run around recently. If you run into them, crush this immediately."
I took it quickly and nodded like a chick pecking at rice. When Odysseus realized that he had given enough instructions, he turned around and left in a hurry. I immediately started packing my luggage and prepared to escape overnight.
First of all, I need to explain one thing. The Lord of Light and the Lord of Darkness are mortal enemies. This is a well-known fact.
It is also known that their followers can sense each other.
Now, the cheap believers are mine, so I have lost my ability to perceive the dark believers. But the mark of the God of Light on this shell has not disappeared.
In other words, as long as I am in this forest, I am like a huge fire for them. As long as they are close to where I have been or where I am, they can immediately find where I am.
If I want to escape after being caught by them, it will be impossible with my small body.
It just so happens that these dark followers are best at sneak attacks, stealth, and forced sales. These upright elves may not be able to defend against them. It is better to run first.
I sneaked out of the cabin and made sure no one noticed me before I crouched and ran into the forest.
When casting a spell, materials, gestures, and incantations are all indispensable, and this requirement can only be waived after obtaining the immunity ability. As the god of death, I have the authority to cast most spells in seconds.
However, once the breath of death appears in such a place, it will definitely be discovered by the elves. Then I headed to the bad end. In order to prevent those dark believers from discovering me, it became very important to conceal my identity.
Exactly. I know a way.
I wiped my eyes with my fingers. As the breath of death absorbed me, countless colorful lines appeared before my eyes.
Green symbolizes life, gray symbolizes death, and the color of faith floating in the world. The various colors are mixed together, like a ball of wool being played with by a cat.
All life in the world has a destiny, and only the scythe of death can cut it off.
So-called death is nothing but a state after the thread of life is broken. New life will still sprout above death. In this way, the world will continue to cycle.
This is the kind of thing I'm looking for. It needs to absorb enough death energy in a place full of vitality. The two are positive and negative, and they collide with each other to cultivate it. This forest is very suitable.
The most dazzling green area naturally points to where the elves live. Of course, I can't go there, so I chose the other side.
The life force there is weak. Fortunately, there is no spirit breath, so there is no need to worry about bumping into people. I walked quietly under the tree, and everything fell into rest wherever I passed. They did not wake up again until I left.
At the same time, the status bar in the upper right corner was constantly jumping. Every time I walked a certain distance, I could feel my body temperature drop by one degree.
The life of a living thing cannot bear the weight of death. Anyone who uses the power of death will inevitably die gradually. But fortunately, before that, I successfully arrived at the place I wanted to go.
The scenery in front of me gradually opened up, and the sound of rustling leaves came into my ears.
It was not until I saw those old trees that were tens of meters tall that I realized why there were no elves guarding this place.
As long as there is a trace of reason, no one will provoke these terrible war trees. Their anger is enough to tear all invaders to pieces.
Passive talents: [Root Recovery], [High-Speed Regeneration], [Active Plants], [Natural Armor].
Active skills become more numerous as age increases.
A sufficiently old ancient war tree can wrestle with an adult dragon. In front of me were three thousand-year-old ancient war trees and four young ancient trees over a hundred years old.
This does not include the various magical beasts and plants that have advanced due to the rich breath of life. The object they are guarding is also very simple, which is the peaceful lake behind them.
The lake reflected the sparkling moonlight, bright and beautiful. On the lake, clusters of crystal clear flowers were blooming.
The crystal-clear petals are wrapped in balls of light mist, exuding a rich breath of life.
This is the Moonlight Flower. It can transform moonlight into vitality and store magic power, thereby increasing the level of surrounding creatures.
The goddess of nature likes this flower very much and regards it as her sacred flower. However, when this guy fought with me, the main battlefield was in the main cultivation area of Moonlight Flower. I thought it was extinct, but I didn't expect it to still exist now.
I groaned and determined the enemy's distribution. I can't beat these guys, but sometimes you don't have to beat them.
After all, in front of a god, those below the same level are all ants, even if I am not even as good as one of my original fingers. It is not a problem to sneak in secretly.
I took two steps back, found a safe place to activate the summoning circle, and then used my own blood as a sacrifice, dripping it in the center of the inverted hexagram summoning circle.
A strong smell of death emanated from it, and a familiar laugh was heard.
"Hahaha, I finally got out of that unlucky place. Who is calling me? Why does this smell seem familiar? Wait, where is this place?"
The soul floated out of the summoning circle and its eyes fell on me. The bearded man asked dully, "Why is it you?"
I finally came out, why is it you who summoned me? Where is my contractor? Where is my tribute? You just use this thing to perfunctorily deal with me?
His eyes were filled with these words. I quickly cast the stealth and levitation spells on myself, and spoke nonsense without even looking up.
"They are just a few bastards. Hold on for a while, I'll bring them back to you."
The bearded man was overjoyed: "Is it true? Are you sure?"
I didn't answer him because I had already hidden in the shadows.
A stone passed through the bearded man's head and hit the ground. He turned around impatiently and said, "Who is it? Are you looking for death?"
The monkey on the tree squeaked twice and continued to throw stones at him. The stone fell to the ground alone, and the bearded man's laughter stopped abruptly.
He stared blankly at the group of ancient war trees and said slowly, "Fuck."
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