1567 We Are Used to Courting Death (1/2)
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
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When Mo Fan was tearing the young Medusa apart with brute force, the proud creature burst into tears in fear and pain. Mo Fan used her Tears to get rid of the Curse on himself and the others.
Heidi took pity on Zoey, Sofia, and the others. She ended up sharing the Tears with them so they could get rid of the Curse, too.
Mo Fan gave the rest of the tears to Anna, handing them in for the quest's reward pool.
Mo Fan could not have cared less about the reward pool for now. He waited a few days for the undead of the Pyramid of Khafre to finish their first wave of attacks before departing for Gisele.
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Gisele had three Pyramids; the most powerful among them was the Great Pyramid of Giza.
As a matter of fact, it was normal for the Great Pyramid of Giza to dispatch their undead when the deathlight was around to attack Cairo together with Khafre's army. However, the Great Pyramid of Giza had suffered great losses during the battle at Beijiang in China. Khufu had surprisingly behaved himself this time. He did not send even a single undead to attack Cairo.
Cairo should have thanked China for sharing the burden of fending off the terrifying undead army on their behalf. Unfortunately, it was unlikely the people would ever learn about it. Not many people in China knew about the battle, let alone the people in Egypt!
Mo Fan was a lot more at ease after taking care of the Curse. However, when he saw Apas sleeping in the ward, he realized that he was about to be placed under enormous pressure.
Since when was it so difficult to protect an innocent little girl? Sometimes, he wished that humans would just go extinct when he realized how twisted mankind's beliefs and mindsets could be.
Mo Fan shook his head with a wry smile upon having the thought. Why would he think the same way as the Black Vatican?
Both the Black Vatican and the corrupt authorities deserved to go to Hell. If the whole world was so disgusting, he would walk the right path alone!
He did not need anyone's worship or respect, nor did he care if most people despised or hated him. He just needed to listen to his own heart as it was cleansed by his own tears!
”Big brother...” a soft voice spoke up.
Her voice immediately dragged Mo Fan out of his thoughts. He put on a smile and patted Apas on the head.
Apas was now bald. Her dark blue hair was eaten away, but it did not necessarily take away her beauty. It actually made her more adorable, together with her delicate and vulnerable look.
”You are going to be fine soon.” Mo Fan was relieved after seeing that the little girl had recovered so swiftly. His beliefs remained firm, too.
Mo Fan felt like everything was worth it when he saw the little girl's bright eyes.
”Rest here, no one is going to hurt you again,” Mo Fan told her.
”Am I very ugly now?” Apas asked.
Mo Fan chuckled. Were all girls the same? Was that seriously the first thing that crossed their minds after escaping death?
”You'll be the same again after a week,” Mo Fan promised her.
”Can you visit me before then? I can take care of myself, I'll eat more food so I can recover as soon as possible...” Apas pleaded like a little kitten.
”I'm leaving the day after tomorrow,” Mo Fan said.