"What? You don't want to be a duke? "
The old duke couldn't help looking surprised after Angora refused to inherit his title.
That was a duke! The entire Silver Eagle Duchy was equivalent to his own territory, and he could do as he pleased. Apart from the Valla Royal Family, he held the highest authority in the North, and his status was so high that he could stand on equal footing with the archbishops of the Church of the Divine Fathers!
"I won't hide it from you now that things have come to this. I've long since abandoned my faith in the God of War and converted to the God of Games. "
Angora thought about it for a long time, and decided that his father's support was necessary if he wanted to develop well, which was why he decided to be frank with him.
"The God of Games …" Horan made a face of disbelief, which soon turned into a bitter smile. "So it's not some other god, but the God of Games of Tierra. Is this fate …"
Angora clearly didn't know that his mother was part of the Tierra royal family before he returned, and yet he still chose to worship the god who indirectly caused Tierra's demise. It was such a coincidence that Horan had to attribute it to fate.
"Fate? No, our teachings don't care about that. " Angora was strangely happy about that. "Our god provided us with a foundation to strengthen ourselves, but we can only rely on our own efforts (and liver) to become truly powerful. There's no question that he showed us that humans could change fate through their own efforts, and that's exactly why we respect that god so much. "
"Is that so …"
Horan looked puzzled. Why is this God of Games so different from what I've heard?
"But our Church is still very weak right now, and we can't show ourselves to the public just yet. That's why I hope you can stay as a duke for a while, father, while I have something important to do." Angora then continued to explain.
The lion guardian spirit slowly landed on the ground and vanished as the summoning time ran out, leaving only Angora and Horan who was being carried on his back.
"Put me down. I feel like I'm almost recovered."
Angora did as he was told and put his father down. He glanced at the man's HP bar and saw that a third of it was empty — it seems that a bottle of cola did not fully heal him.
Even so, the old man still didn't want to stay on his son's back. This was probably a bit of stubbornness as a father.
He looked at Angora, who was just a little shorter than himself and stroked his head kindly, a little worried. "Although I know that you've gained the favor of the gods," the old man said, glancing at the magic wand in Angora's hand. "But you should know that there's still a secret squad loyal to the emperor in the Valla Empire hunting down the remnants of Tierra even after so many years, and the believers of the God of Games are their main targets. To tell the truth, I'm not optimistic about this church."
His words stopped Angora from trying to convince his father to convert to the God of Games.
Angora knew very well that the fact that the old man could hold his dukedom so stably and rule over the Silver Eagle Empire was definitely because he pursued stability over many matters rather than visions of the future.
In fact, Horan's way of doing things was very dependable and had prepared for many possible problems. Only an idiot like Pompey who did not act according to common sense could mess up the old man's plans and force him into dire straits when he was caught off guard.
Moreover, Horan had been a long-time believer of the God of War since he was young and had even cultivated combat aura. Angora would never be able to convince him.
He might even try to persuade him to leave the Church of Games.
"I know very well what kind of predicament the Church of Games is in right now." As the owner of the Overlord System, Angora could see the big picture better than most idiotic Players. "But it is precisely because of this that I have the chance to unleash my abilities. The Lord God has bestowed upon me a gift that represents the future and hope, and I would never abandon him."
The old man could not help feeling a little awkward at Angora's words, unsure of where he should start.
At the same time, Angora's mind was elsewhere.
There was no sign of Edward and the others in the room, and the rampaging Lemures were now corpses — Angora could vaguely tell that the fatal wound on the Lemure Warchief's head was caused by a meteor hammer …
The roars of magical beasts could be heard from outside.
Angora could not help frowning. Why would there be magical beasts in Tunaya?
"It's the golems! Pompey has awakened the four golems by the fountain! " Horan immediately identified the source of the roars, and the old man's expression turned solemn. "Your retainers would never win against the golems. Hurry and get reinforcements from the Temple of Glory!"
On the other hand, Angora relaxed at once when he heard that it was the four golems.
While the four golems were difficult for normal people to handle since their exterior was made of some unknown sturdy stone and normal attacks would not be effective against them, the Players were merely average monsters that were around level 25 or 26 with slightly higher physical defense.
However, to the players, these monsters were only Level 25 or 26 Common monsters with slightly higher physical defense. It might be troublesome to fight them one-on-one, but it was a piece of cake for the players in a group fight.
Still, Angora suddenly thought of something when he saw the old man's anxious look.
"Dad, let's play a game." With a shake of his hand, Angora took out a small leather shawl out of nowhere and draped it over his back.
"A game? Now? " The old man's eyes widened as he stared at his only remaining son, thinking, 'Oh no, my last son is going crazy over the God of Games.'
Still, for some reason, he felt that Angora was brimming with vigor that he could hardly refuse his invitation. It didn't look like he was out of his mind.
"I say it's a game, but it's more like a bet …" Angora snapped his fingers. "Let's bet on whether my retainers could win against the golems. Of course I'm betting that they can. "
"What's the point of that bet?" The old man frowned, unsure why Angora would say something like that at a time like this.
"If I win. Dad, you'll have to allow me to join the Church of Games … and help us to a certain extent. Of course, I'll control the extent of my help so that you won't be troubled. "Angora smiled.
"Well, if I win, you'll inherit the dukedom tomorrow, and you'll have to spend at least two hours a day learning about being a duke from me for a year." The old man agreed to the bet, and then pointed at the wand in Angora's hand. "Also, you can't help them with that ability just now."
"No problem, it's a bet!" Angora gave a thumbs up.
The old man snorted coldly and headed for the castle entrance. "I don't believe that your retainers are blessed by the gods like you are …"
Angora shrugged and shook his shawl — it was his reward for completing this quest — before quickly catching up to the old man.
[Dragon Aotian's Little Cloak (Golden Legendary)]
[Basic Attribute: Defense + 1]
[Protagonist Aura: When you persuade, negotiate, tempt, or bluff, non-friendly targets you target will have their intelligence reduced by 20%. This effect is considered as a real skill (Effect will only be weakened by divinity and rule resistance)]
[Kingly Aura: Dignity + 10, you are also immune to most Spirit Shock]
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