Xie Mulang handed a jade pendant from his waist to the hidden guard who had suddenly appeared beside him. "Shadow Seven, this is my token. Go back to Bili City now and tell them what happened here today. I have already told my uncle about Brother Yun's contributions to Bili, and he will make his own decision."
"Yes." The guard accepted the token respectfully and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
In the Zhuyuan Continent, where productivity is extremely low, very few territories can be self-sufficient in all industries. Almost all the territories on the continent have been able to operate normally to this day thanks to the hard work of the Bili Merchant Guild. If an order is rejected by the Bili Merchant Guild, their family territories will soon face the predicament of their people leaving in droves.
By this time, Hagrid's back was soaked with cold sweat. He wished he could go back ten minutes and slap himself twice. Why did he have to go looking for trouble and show off like this!
"Phew... I wasn't asleep just now!" Before the senior students could recover, a childish voice rang out again. It was Baler Terry with sleepy eyes. As the sole heir to the Duchy of Troy, even the senior students knew of his illustrious status.
The chubby little boy lazily glanced around at the upperclassmen whose faces looked like they'd been over-washed, and smiled in an unusually friendly manner: "My cousin recently wrote to me saying that Claude is his best friend in life. Well, my cousin is Sid from the Gilded Family, you know, he went back to Goldwyn to marry the Grand Duke of Bethlehem, didn't he?"
However, before he could finish speaking, another angry roar erupted from the crowd: "What did you say?!"
A blond, buzz-cut young man appeared almost in a flash, his eyes bloodshot, and asked incredulously, "A marriage alliance? How is that possible... No, I absolutely refuse to agree!"
"But why do I need your consent?" Barr scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. He said slowly, "The Grand Duke of Bethlehem controls the three most prosperous commercial ports on the west coast of the continent. His wealth is comparable to that of the Liujin family... Besides, my cousin's laboratory expenses are already quite high. I think they are a good fit!"
Aeneas, enraged, yelled, "You son of a bitch... are you doing this on purpose?!"
The scene quickly spiraled out of control amid Aeneas's furious roar.
The topic of conversation smoothly and strangely shifted in another direction. Even the arrogant guards seemed to have lost their usual arrogance at this moment, staring blankly at the chaotic situation in front of them.
As he sheathed his sword, he cut his thumb. His mind was preoccupied with worrying about his precarious career; he had no time to manage the chaotic scene before him.
Just then, Yun Weichao looked at Vivian with concern and Xie Mulang smiled gratefully. He took a deep breath to prevent himself from shedding tears.
For some reason, he started to cry more and more often after meeting Isaac.
He squeezed Isaac's hand tightly, then whispered in his ear, "Let's go to Alchemy City in a month. I'm still a little worried about Sid..."
Unbeknownst to him, he had also made so many friends who were willing to lend a helping hand in times of crisis.
The feeling of being remembered by others is so wonderful, as if he is no longer a drifting duckweed without purpose, no longer a kite with no fixed abode.
He no longer needs to be constantly on guard against a cold arrow coming from behind; perhaps occasionally, they can even share a drink together, sharing each other's joys and sorrows.
He knew all too well how hard-won these sentiments were, and that was why he was eager to repay their kindness.
Although clumsy, it was very sincere.
Isaac gently turned his head and touched his master's head, smiling as he replied, "Okay. Wherever you go, I'll follow you."
Although his tone was incredibly gentle, his gaze was icy. Isaac coldly surveyed his surroundings, silently memorizing every single person present who had wantonly harmed Yun Wei.
One day... her smoky gray eyes darkened, taking on a touch of Empress Catherine's ruthless and decisive aura.
Al, standing to the side, had witnessed everything that had just happened. His face was extremely grim, and he was still thinking about what Yun Wei had said to the peasant woman earlier.
He shook his head disapprovingly. Aren't all necromancers like this? They are selfish and indifferent, lacking any empathy that normal people should have.
So he turned to the priest beside him, who was enjoying the gossip, and said, "I'd like to trouble you, Mok. The child has a wound on his arm; it would be best to treat it as soon as possible."
After saying that, he gestured to the other knights, "Boys, get your spirits up! Be on high alert!"
"Yes, alright, leave it to me with confidence, Captain Al." Mok glanced longingly at the two men, Bale and his companion, who were still locked in a standoff, before slowly walking over to the still terrified peasant woman.
The tense atmosphere between the students earlier eased his anxiety. When they rushed into the thick fog, they only saw a few lost knights who stammered and couldn't explain what had happened.
Then, Captain Al took the mother and child, who were said to be the only survivors, from a blood-soaked knight who had just died, and they fled in a panic.
He was a dignified fifth-level priest, how could he have made such a disgrace? He belatedly blamed himself.
Perhaps he should make a good impression on Al and ask him to put in a good word for him with Bishop Nicholas.
With that thought in mind, he forced a very kind smile at the dry, lifeless eyes of the peasant woman in front of him.
He quickly glanced at the dark wound on the child's arm, then expertly made a gesture in front of his chest as if praying for the mercy of the Lord of Light, and comforted him, "It's alright, little one. Such a simple wound can be healed in just one level one 'Prayer of Compassion'."
Perhaps it had been too long since he had used such basic divine magic; his usually serious face remained tense as he tried to recall the incantation for his prayer. He continued muttering to himself, "What was his name again? Oh, El Niño? That's a good name. If I remember correctly, it means 'Holy Infant.' The little fellow is truly destined for our Radiant Lord!"
“Oh! Bless me, Lord of Light! I remember now…” Mok exclaimed with relief, his two fingers quickly pointing to the ornament he wore on his chest. He closed his eyes devoutly and began to chant scriptures:
"If the light is good, the darkness hides behind it. If the light is loving, the darkness festers the wounds. But the love of our Lord is immortal, and in the radiant and merciful gaze, all wounds will be restored to their former state."
A gentle divine light seemed to descend in response to the solemn voice, shining upon the tender, lotus-root-like arms of the child whose eyes were covered by his mother.
It was like a drop of water rolling into a pot of oil, or an oil droplet falling into a raging fire.
The dark scratches, like living, decaying flowers, spread across the entire arm in an instant, turning it gray and black, amidst the sudden, furious opening of those blood-red eyes and the frenzied roar of that beast.
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