What happened? The sudden change left Hazel, who lacked experience, momentarily at a loss as to how to deal with it. She was stunned for a few seconds before she pushed the door open and rushed in.
When she came to the side of the charred rat, the self-proclaimed demigod had already flipped over and stood up.
"You forgot to close the door."
"Ah …" Hazel wore a blank look before realizing that she was in a rush to figure out the situation. She didn't close the door like she usually did to prevent the maid from peeking inside.
Seeing that Rat was fine, Hazel pursed her lips, turned around, and walked back to the door.
During this process, she did not forget to glance at the full-body mirror. Everything was normal, and there were no problems. The mirror clearly reflected the scene in the room. There was not a single person or thing missing.
Amid the clicking sounds, Hazel took the initiative to ask,
"Teacher, what happened just now?"
The rat with charred fur faced her sideways and cast its gaze out the window.
"In the World of Mysticism, any place that involves supernatural powers is filled with danger. We can't be careless.
"I tried to use the mirror to do a divination, but I ended up attracting the attention of an unknown existence. After an intense struggle, I finally resolved the problem and prevented the danger from spreading to the entire street."
The mouse spoke fluently, without the slightest stutter or stutter, as if the lightning strike just now was just a trivial matter.
Is that so … Why didn't you remind me about this before … Hazel couldn't help but frown. She could vaguely smell the mixed smell of burnt hair and decomposed oil in the air.
Without waiting for her to respond, the rat turned to face the balcony, its back almost to her.
It's no longer suitable for me to stay here. Otherwise, I'll be easily discovered by the Church of Evernight.
"Yes, find a chance to send me to your manor in the suburbs."
Looking at the rat's charred fur and smelling the roasted meat fragrance, Hazel fell silent for a few seconds. She suppressed her puzzlement and nodded.
"Alright."
…
160 Boklund Street.
Klein, who was sitting in the reclining chair, saw the surface of the full-body mirror ripple like water waves, and silver rays shot up.
The silver words formed one after another, forming a sentence:
"Great Master, your puny servant, Arrodes, has already followed your instructions and warned that Marauder pathway demigod and gave her a tiny punishment."
Her? Just as Klein was ruminating over the pronoun Arrodes used, the mirror's surface shimmered, reflecting a scene.
Silver-white lightning fiercely struck down, and the gray rat twitched and fell.
Isn't this … too weak? Klein suddenly realized that this demigod's condition might be worse than he had imagined.
"Are you satisfied with how I handled it?" The silver lines wriggled quickly and turned into a question.
"Not bad." Klein gently nodded.
Considering the demigod's state, he paused for a second and probed.
"Why didn't you just kill her?"
Arrodes outlined silver words on the mirror's surface:
"If I can't guarantee that I can kill the Demigod target, it's best not to force them into a corner.
"Once they stop suppressing themselves and completely give up on themselves, they will mutate into incomplete Mythical creatures that have lost their rationality.
"Most of the time, when they aren't in the right state and can't unleash their full power, it's because they're fighting against the tendency to lose control.
"I-I'm not here, so I can only give her a tiny punishment."
As the last line appeared, the full-body mirror's aqueous light shimmered twice. Klein suddenly felt like a creature was looking at him.
He didn't respond to it as he nodded and said, "That's all for today.
If there's anything else, I'll summon you again. "
"Alright, Master ~" The mirror immediately reflected a simple drawing of a hand waving.
After tidying up the room, Klein ended his afternoon nap and walked out of the master bedroom.
Before long, the white-gloved butler, Walter, came to the third floor and entered a half-open room with a balcony. He said to his employer, Dawn Dantès, "Sir, the Church has sent a letter.
"Sir, the Church has sent a letter, inviting you to become a board member of the Loen Charity Bursary Foundation's board of directors. You can choose to directly take up a post and receive a decent salary, or you can use it as an honorary title. You can only participate in discussions and votes when there are important matters.
The Church is very efficient. They've already set up the framework … Klein thought for a moment and felt that since he had already donated more than ten thousand pounds, there was no need for him to receive a salary. It was better to do things more thoroughly.
He deliberated and said, "Treat it as an honorary title, but I wish to occasionally participate in the actual operations of the foundation and contribute to its promotion to help more people."
"I will convey your thoughts to the Church," Walter replied seriously. "If you don't have any other questions or matters, it's best you witness the official establishment of this foundation on Wednesday morning."
Klein raised his porcelain cup and drank the black tea.
"Alright."
...
On the Golden Dream, Dhaniz stood in front of the deck, looking melancholically at the undulating blue sea.
After being urged by German Sparrow once again, he felt that he couldn't delay it any longer. Otherwise, it might turn into a bounty at any time.
I don't want to become a pile of cash while I sleep … So what if I'm suspected! Dhaniz grimaced for a moment before mustering his courage and heading straight for the captain's cabin through the hatch.
Since he wasn't able to find Anderson Hood in a short period of time, he could only face Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwards.
After arriving at his destination, Dhaniz took three deep breaths before raising his right hand to knock on the door.
At this moment, Vice Admiral Iceberg's voice sounded from inside.
"Please come in."
"…" Dhaniz paused his right hand, forced a smile, and opened the door.
He then saw his captain sitting behind a desk, holding a dark red fountain pen and writing something.
"Captain, I have something to ask you." Dhaniz leaned over, bowed slightly, and said with a smile.
Edwina put down her fountain pen and tugged at her sleeves with a lace bow tie that resembled a flower. She glanced at Dhaniz.
"You wish to ask about West Balam?"
"Huh?" Dhaniz's expression turned sluggish.
The captain already knows?
It must be Iron Hide, Dog Shit, those bastards! They must have told the captain!
I knew it. On this ship, no secret can be kept, even more so for the captain!
After cursing in his heart, Dhaniz put on a smile again.
"Yes, you know, I'm very interested in history and geography."
Edwina's limpid eyes darted about as she looked out the window.
"This is international politics."
Without waiting for the suddenly stiff Danitz to find another excuse, she continued, "Don't worry.
"In West Balam, there are cities managed by Rouen, valleys belonging to Intis, native generals supported by Rouen, tribes that follow Intis's orders, and there are relatively independent first-level factions that rely on the balance between the two major countries. They are secretly in contact with different factions of the Charismatic Order, vying for power or claiming to be descendants of Death. In addition, Rose School and the Feysac Empire have a very strong influence in West Balam. On the surface, no faction belongs to them, but in fact, many generals and chiefs have submitted to them.
"Among them …"
Dhaniz listened in a daze. He suddenly laughed dryly and raised his hand.
"Captain, I-I need to make a note."
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to remember them!
Edwina, who had been interrupted, wasn't angry. She pointed at the pen and paper on the table.
"It's a good habit.
"I don't think German Sparrow wants to get the wrong information either."
"Huh?" Dhaniz was stunned again.
…
West Balam sure is chaotic. Even if it's an average-sized warlord, it's hard to tell which faction he belongs to on the surface and who he's supported by … Rose School has a lot of influence here? That's a sudden rise in danger for me … Klein took Dhaniz's letter from Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr and opened it on the spot, quickly reading through it.
This made him feel that he shouldn't head to West Balam personally unless he went with Mr. Aztec.
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