Chapter 720 - Angels Are Better Than Fairies (2/2)

Curious, Roland reached over and tried to squeeze it.

As a result, just as he reached over, Nia snapped her right hand off with her left hand, and then happily placed it in Roland’s hand.

Roland took her hand and was quite speechless.

It still had a temperature, quite warm.

“Can it still be put back?” Roland asked.

“Sure.”

Nia smiled as her severed hand moved in Roland’s palm, then she brought it over and reattached it to the stub of her right hand.

After a faint blue glow, the palm reverted to its original form.

She shook her hand and was quite proud. “It’s impressive, isn’t it?”

Roland nodded his head vigorously.

He couldn’t help but think that angels were quite interesting beings. They were obviously creatures of energy, but they had almost the same tactile sensations as humans.

I really want to study her internal structure, as well as the energy sequencing.

Of course, he merely thought about it.

After showing Nia around Wetland City, Roland took her back to Delpon.

When Andonara saw Nia, her expression soured immediately.

She found it somewhat unbelievable that he had managed to woo a new woman after she had milked Roland so cleanly and thoroughly —had Roland been hiding?

Then after listening to Roland finish speaking about Nia’s identity and where she came from, Andonara finally sighed with relief.

She also remembered that she had seen this angel once before.

Only then the angel had wings… Then again, an angel with wings and an angel without wings felt like two different people.

After placing Nia in Delpon, Roland gave Andonara some more things to handle and then teleported to Fareins.

Now, he had to go on a quest from the Goddess of Magic.

The Croatian Plain was in the northeast area of Fareins.

It was also inland and rich in cows and sheep, making it an important source of dairy and meat products in Fareins.

The Croatian Plain was quite large, and after so many years, the grassland changed along with the climate and temperatures. The Goddess of Magic wasn’t even sure where the prepared sealing point was.

Roland could only find it himself.

The Croatian Plain was quite beautiful.

The grass in a typical grassland would be dark green.

But the grass of the Croatian Plain was light green, a rather bright shade.

Then once in the period between summer and autumn, the grassland would be covered with pale pink flowers.

This flower had a light fragrance, but when many bloomed, it was just right.

It was fragrant but not overpowering, sweet but not overwhelming.

Roland came just in time to see the whole grassland covered with flowers, and a large number of digger wasps and butterflies were flying around the meadow gathering nectar.

Then more insect-eating creatures were drawn in.

For example, small lizards and various birds.

This formed a unique Croatian Plain ecosystem.

Roland hired a guide to bring him over.

If there was an exact target, Roland could find it directly.

But the information and clues given by the Goddess of Magic were so scattered that he had to take time to find it himself.

This was when a local guide could make a big difference.

This guide was a middle-aged man, dark-skinned, with a large, sun-burned, reddish-black, rough, and thick-looking face from years of farming outside.

“I tell you, Master Mage, there’s nothing like coming to our Croatian Plain at this time of year.”

Roland nodded. “Indeed, the sea of flowers is beautiful.”

At this time Roland opened the system’s recording function, intending to take pictures of the surrounding sea of flowers and then save them to his network cloud as a souvenir.

After all, this place was truly beautiful.

“More than that, Master Mage.” The guide turned back around and said with a smile, “There are girls from the town looking for a man at this time.”

Hmm?

“It’s not surprising that young women of marriageable age are looking for husbands.” Roland quirked his head to look at the guide. “Is there something special about them?”

“Of course there is.” The guide revealed a smile that any man would understand. “This event is a local custom. The girls will wear beautiful clothes to participate in the bonfire and drag men who they see eye to eye with to a dark place. You won’t have to be responsible afterward. If they have children, they’ll raise them themselves.”

“That’s not a very reasonable custom,” Roland said, a little puzzled. “Wouldn’t their lives, without men, be affected?”.

“It’s because they believe in the Goddess of Love.” The guide laughed mischievously.

Roland was speechless.

It all made sense.

The Goddess of Love not only advocated liberating desire but also defended that women didn’t have to rely on men.

Men simply had the role of providing seeds for the followers of the Goddess of Love.

In reality, the Goddess of Love was generous to her followers.

Even for partial believers, she was willing to lend her power to women. So the women who believed in the Goddess of Love, more or less, knew a few spells.

And most of them were strength enhancement, stamina enhancement, light healing spells, and so on.

Roland smiled. “I guess you attend the festival of these villages every year.”

This guide lost his smile at once, and said, with a repentant air, “I used to go there a lot when I wasn’t married. But now… my wife will break my legs if I dare go.”

“Is your wife a believer in the Goddess of Love?”

“No.” He shook his head. “She’s a believer of the Goddess of Storms.”

Roland couldn’t help but laugh.

The Church of Storms had a unique tradition; their priestly robes were the shortest of all.

It was short to the point of being flush with the private parts.

Moving around casually, they would reveal their bottoms.

More importantly, the Goddess of Storms’s followers and clerics all valued chastity.

They would only give away their virginity after marriage.

Because of this attitude and faith in chastity, they had a lot of confidence after marriage. Unlike the majority of women in this world, they dared to shout at their husbands.

Because in their eyes, respect went both ways.

Giving them the best of themselves was to live as equals seriously.

And the men who married the believers of the Goddess of Storms were also quite into this.

For example, the guide in front of him.

Seems like he’s also a “victim.”