Angora finished his first family dinner after months without tasting the food.
Unlike the farce at the entrance at the beginning, during the family banquet, he was like an invisible person. He barely participated in any of the conversations and just quietly ate his meal. At most, he shivered for some reason when he was eating the dessert, milk pudding, as if he had forgotten something.
Horan, Angora's father, did not pay much attention to his youngest son, and instead had a lively chat with Kinley. Even though he was a grand duke of the Empire and would never shamelessly become a bootlicker, it was clear that the duke, who was usually high and mighty, valued the disciple of the greatest alchemist on the continent who almost became his daughter-in-law.
Even Angora's eldest brother, Pompey, was eagerly courting the girl while trying his best to flaunt his wealth and talent, not forgetting to compare Angora without leaving a trace. He looked just like a male peacock in heat who was spreading its tail feathers.
And Angora, who was innocently being called out, was like a man standing behind the peacock's tail feathers, staring at the ugly buttocks of the peacock in its entirety. His ugliness even left Angora a little disillusioned. 'Is this how my eldest brother, the representative of the' perfect noble 'that I dreamed of when I was young, looks? Has his intelligence dropped recently, or has his life in the town matured him? '
That was also why Angora believed that his eldest brother was not the mastermind who had been targeting him all along. His hostility was clearly written all over his face, and he would not stop finding fault with Angora. Pompey was so weak that he was no different from a clown in a knight's novel that would not survive past three chapters. How could he be the mastermind who had ordered a behemoth like the Society of the Secret Eye to attack Angora and the town repeatedly, even silencing Angora's second brother who was involved in the matter so that he could not find a single trace, and could only remain doubtful about the existence of the mastermind?
As for the fourth person at the table, Kinley, the young lady of the Ainsworth family, was uncharacteristically interested in Angora. If Horan and Pompey had not been trying to find something to talk about, she would have found a chance to run to Angora's side. Naturally, Pompey became even more envious of Angora's reaction, and while there was no anger on his handsome face, there was a hint of gloom in his blue eyes that were of the same bloodline as his father's.
After the meal, Angora was about to meet up with the Players in the side room.
It was a very unusual experience. He had clearly been living in this castle until a few months ago, and even considered it his home.
But now that he knew that someone was out to kill him, his so-called home became unfamiliar, even making him uncomfortable. He subconsciously wanted to stay with the Players whom he usually regarded as idiots but were reliable in critical moments.
However, he had only taken a few steps when his big brother overtook him from behind. The moment he passed by him, he spoke in a voice that only he could hear.
"I know your secret."
"!" Angora was stunned, and looked up at his eldest brother who had been acting like a peacock at the table just now.
When Pompey saw his surprised expression, he was even more certain of his suspicions — the 'god-given treasure' of the Faust Family that his father had mentioned in his secret letter was in his hands!
Why?! I'm clearly the heir to the Silver Eagle Duke and the Faust Family! Why would his father give that thing to Angora, a bastard that he had never even looked at properly since he was young!
Angora appeared to realize that he was overreacting as well, and did his best to act nonchalant after some reflection. "I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Do you need me to make it clearer? It's a topic related to the 'gods', "Pompey said with a low voice and a sinister smile.
Angora frowned. 'Could he have learned about the God of Games?'
Now that things had come to this point, Angora knew that the God of Games was considered a heretical deity by several religions and that Tierra had fallen because of it. If news of the God of Games' revival spread, the same fate might befall the Unnamed Town. After all, the Players were still young and inexperienced, and could not compare to the major churches that had almost a thousand years of history.
If it had been before, Angora would have panicked and exposed himself. But after coming to the Unnamed Town, Angora had experienced much as an overlord Player, and those experiences became food for growth. Now, Angora was no longer the cowardly punching bag that Pompey remembered him to be.
In that split second, he had already prepared for the worst.
There were at least two or three years before his eldest brother would inherit the dukedom. After all, his father was still healthy, and before that, the major churches would not go on an expedition just because the son of a duke had no proof.
As for how far the Players could develop in two or three years, Angora was very optimistic since he had seen how the Players had developed from scratch to where they were now. Not only were the Players' levels rising incessantly, but their numbers were also increasing under the stimulation of the weekly quest 'Our Lord's Light Illuminates the Land' and the Players' spontaneous preaching. Now, the total number of Players had exceeded two hundred, and was steadily increasing …
However, that was when his brother had 'no proof'. On the other hand, if he had proof that the Church of Games had revived and was rapidly developing, it was foreseeable that the major churches would destroy the Unnamed Town!
There was only one solution if that was the case.
Unfazed, Angora turned on a System page that no one else could see and opened the Player forums, entrusting them to Gou Dan's post in hopes that they could infiltrate his brother's castle and confirm if he had proof that could threaten the safety of the Unnamed Town.
"That divine relic isn't something you can touch. It's best that you give up." Pompey said smugly when he saw Angora's long silence, believing that he had the upper hand.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" With that in mind, Angora coldly told his brother, "But you don't have to worry about me (my faith), Brother."
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