Chapter 131: Tsunami (1/2)

After winning that gamble in which his victory was assured, Angora had thought of agreeing with his father’s request to stay two more days in Tunaya.

After all, the Overlord System would probably judge that Tunaya was his new domain since he realized that his father had the thought of having him inherit his dukedom.

All he needed to do after that was put up a Lifestone in the Silver Eagle Castle to teleport back to the unnamed town, unlike having to spend days on the road like now.

For the players, the perfect completion of their last quest rewarded them generously along with substantial EXP. Although they should be holding wild parties as is tradition, Horan, Angora’s father had just lost a son—it wasn’t right to celebrate regardless of what transpired.

Moreover, Horan had decided to gather nearby nobles and spread news that his eldest son had succumbed to an illness while promoting Angora. As such, the Players could only hold back their festive mood and temporarily take over the security duties of the fallen guardsmen in that incident.

Angora was fine with that since he didn’t have to worry about not knowing what was happening in the unnamed town with their real-time communication forum.

Be that as it may, relearning nobility manners were rather troublesome for Angora after he had become too relaxed in the unnamed town. Moreover, he was never groomed as the duke’s successor, only learning basic conduct. As such, he had to go through many remedial lessons for utterly complicated norms, with the old duke even hiring an instructor which only made things worse for him. In fact, Angora began to think that those who set these complex ceremonies were basically bent on having their successors die.

Aside from all that, Angora also had another problem in Kinley’s… bugging.

It would a little incorrect to call it bugging, however. Kinley was certainly very interested in Angora, but she was even more interested in Angora’s domain, that is, the unnamed town that had developed those Players who were fearless even against death.

After witnessing firsthand how the Players had unleashed power that went beyond common sense, and worked in tandem to take down the Lemure Warchief and the four golems, she had become very curious about the existence of the Players.

As such, she had kept following Angora around after the crisis was over, voicing her hopes to visit that small town and live there for a while.

Nonetheless, once Angora remembered those crazy Players’ horrific tendencies for assimilation and what sort of problems a crazy version of Kinley would bring him, he determinedly refused.

Still, she continued being persistent, leaving him utterly exasperated.

“But you’re obviously always smiling at that,” Edward said, having observed all of Angora’s reactions as a bystander.

“Don’t even joke about it. It is clearly a look of anguish on my face,” Angora said with a straight face. “By the way, are you on patrol?”

“It’s a trifle that needs doing, and your father did pay us.” Edward shrugged. “And we’re just waiting until the Temple of Glory sends someone to take over.”

“Well, I did think about having the Players take over the castle defense as new daily quests, but we’re still too few, and diverting too many at once would affect the Church’s development.” Angora sighed regretfully.

It was fortunate that Horan had promised to help the God of Game’s Church develop in secret. Eventually, when Angora had made all arrangements and succeeded Horan as the new archduke, he would be able to formally have the Players take the place of the Temple of Glory as the strongest faction in Tunaya.

However, all of that must be built upon the smooth development of the Church, and the foundation of an explosive rise in Player population.

The two of them hence chatted away idly, with most of their conversation related to the Players and the System.

[Marni Wilf died in a tsunami. Revival in 71:59:59]

A System notification appeared into view then.

“Pfft. Uncle Marni’s dead… again…” Edward could not hold back a chuckle.

“Now that’s a record. I remember not seeing him die for almost three days.” Angora’s lips curled up in a grin too.

They couldn’t laugh, however, with what happened next.