Chapter 254 (1/2)
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
In the following few days, Leon actually had a good time. He secretly visited a few close acquaintances who were not affected during the coup back then. Even though the environment was the same and the people were different, everyone still welcomed his visit. Of course, there were inevitably some who welcomed him initially but wanted to report him to the king behind his back. And yet, how could that thought fool an expert from the top of the legendary realm? Leon did not kill them but instead cast a forgetting spell, making them forget everything about seeing him.
Of course, he was not a professional legendary magician. His spell was not perfect and was likely to cause some side effects such as headaches, lowered memory skills, and so on. Maybe they would forget too much. But those side effects were short-term, and forgetting some things did not seem to be a bad thing either. These were small matters compared to the action of betraying him. If these people had known the cause and effect of it, they would choose to forget over being slashed.
A few days later, the new batch of soldiers had finally gathered in the scout camp. After they were properly equipped, they departed under the leadership of Leon.
Coincidentally, the day they left the city was exactly the day Baron Keane finally finished arranging his troops and left for the capital city.
Before they left, Crick directed his (possibly final) matter for the Keane family.
Both the flags of Duchy of Thunder and Baron Keane were lowered on the castle’s flagpole. Then, the jellyfish flag of the church of Void Mask was hoisted up, followed by the former two flags. But they were both underneath the jellyfish flag. Machee, who was snooping from the balcony of the hotel, suddenly became angry. She broke a big chunk of the balcony railing with her palm.
But however furious she was, she didn’t dare do anything more.
The name of Void Mask was well-known. This was a God who had super strong battle skills and was not bound by clerical duties. Although the way he did things was unconventional, his wisdom and martial arts skills were effective among the many Gods. As a high-level priest of the Church of God of Aristocracy, Machee was well aware that her own Highness definitely didn’t dare to get involved with this fierce God. If she were to take the risk of agitating Void Mask and kill Anna Keane, who had obviously turned to this God, she might not even have to wait for Void Mask to kill her. Her own Highness would probably beat her ’till she was half dead, wrap her with wrapping paper, and send her off as a peace offering.
Without a doubt, the God of Aristocracy was one of the more important members of the Human God System. He was backed by a big tree. But Void Mask even dared to bombard Master of Mystery, and even caused the Master of Mystery to be at a disadvantage. Although the Human God System was strong, they could not deter Him at all. To say nothing of the others; what if he bombarded the “Country of Light” where Human Gods lived? Then what?
The God of Aristocracy would never take that risk!
Thinking this, her heart could not help but fill with powerlessness and defeat. Endless rage rose within her. If it were not for the training and upbringing that helped her suppress her anger, she might have growled.
“Seems like it is a no-go.” The female magician who was quite close to her looked at the jellyfish flag waving in the air and sighed deeply. “Let’s wrap up. We cannot afford to offend that one.”
Machee gritted her teeth as her body trembled. And yet, she could not tell them to “Just do it.”
After quite some time, she finally calmed down and waved her hand powerlessly. “Wrap up the team and let’s go. There is no point staying here anymore…”
The whole gang came aggressively but left depressed. They did not even see Crick.
Soon Crick, who was leading his troops on the road, got the news. He could not help but smile.
This was the only good news for today. He hoped that Anna would learn well and be a good territory leader.
That was the only thing he could do for her.
After, he remembered his own trip.
Without a doubt, this trip would have a 90% chance of ending in death. If exaggerating, it would be a 100% suicide mission. From the outside, there were Orc armies who were insanely strong, from the inside there was His Highness Grand Duke who secretly wanted to stab him. His teammates were a bunch of stubborn old-fashioned knights. There was a saying that said one should not be afraid of opponents as strong as Gods, but of teammates useless as pigs. And if his opponents were like Gods, his teammates useless like pigs, and the boss supporting him was plotting his death without any conscience? If he still didn’t f**king die, then he was not a normal traverser. He must be a traverser of novella protagonist.
“Come to think of it, that’s not impossible. First of all, Crick is more handsome than I was. That means it was self-attached plastic surgery. Then there is self-attached language, self-attached system, several self-attached loyal subordinates. When I lacked money, I could earn enough with a spin in the casino… it seems like I do have some qualities from a novella protagonist…”
He was talking to himself. As he raised his hand to touch the goatee that he had kept for some time, he could not help but feel much better.
“If I really am a novella protagonist, then surely I will not die at such a place. Instead, I might even get the chance to earn credits and reputation. Maybe after this war, my experience level will be high enough to become a legendary expert…
“No; maybe I will be heavily injured and run away during the war. Then I may discover a secret book and elixir left by some senior expert in a secret cave. And then I will be successfully trained after ten years of penance, and become invincible after exiting the cave and be able to suppress all sorts of enemies. In the end, I might even wed a fair, rich and pretty woman, become a CEO, and be at the top in my life…
“Maybe this body of mine actually hides the bloodline of a noble of light and a lord of the darkness, which will only be exposed at the brink of death. Then I will either transform into a destructive devil or twilight angel, with a scythe or a holy sword in my hand. I’ll kill kill kill all the way, not caring whether it is red bean paste or green bean paste, just killing them all until there is no more brightness and only darkness remains. In the end, there is only time left…
“Hmm… or maybe there is some hidden mystery in my system. I might suddenly get a system upgrade at the crucial moment I save up enough experience. Then, I could have task assistance and upgraded abilities. Hence with the help of the system, my abilities can advance rapidly. My name will stun the world and I’ll become invincible. Then I can rush all the way to the higher realm until I become a God…
“Or maybe I will just die in the war, and find that I have not completely vanished after dying. Instead, I might go back to the time when Crick was young, and get to refresh the system. This school of thought seems likely too. But it would seem like using my gold fingers as cheating. This storyline seems difficult to hold on to.”
He had constructed several possibilities in a go, each of them linked with some famous work of literature. Suddenly he felt that his future had opened and brightened up. He felt that the sky, water, wind, and his heart were clearer.