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Chapter 131

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After winning the bet that he was sure to win, Angora had intended to stay in Tunaya for two days at his father's request.

After all, he realized that the Overlord System had judged Tunaya as his territory after his father had the idea of letting him inherit the title, and the construction system could be used inside the city instead of in other churches.

After that, he just had to plant a Lifestone in the Silver Eagle Castle to teleport back to the Unnamed Town at any time, and he wouldn't have to waste days on the road like when he came here.

To the Players, the quest had been completed successfully and the rewards and EXP were substantial. Going by past experience, they should be celebrating, but the problem was that Horan, Lord Angora's father, had just lost his son. Regardless of what had happened, it would not be right to celebrate so wildly now. * * *

Moreover, Horan had decided to gather the nobles nearby and spread the news that his eldest son had 'passed away' to push for Angora's ascension. That was why the Players could only hold back their desire to cause trouble, and replace the guards who had died in the previous incident to temporarily take over the defense of the Silver Eagle Castle.

Angora was fine with that, since he had the forums that allowed instant communication and didn't have to worry about being kept in the dark about what happened in the Unnamed Town.

Still, it was troublesome to pick up noble etiquette after getting used to it in the Unnamed Town. Moreover, Angora wasn't groomed to inherit the title in the first place, and all he had learned before was basic etiquette. He had to make up for the many new and incredibly complicated etiquette, and the etiquette teacher that the old duke had hired was giving him no end of trouble. At one point, Angora believed that his predecessors had come up with such complicated etiquette to torture his juniors to death.

Moreover, there was something else that troubled him: Kinley's pestering.

While Kinley was very interested in Angora, she was more interested in Angora's domain: the Unnamed Town that raised those fearless Players.

She had become immeasurably curious about the Players' existence after she had personally witnessed them killing the Lemure Warlord and the four golems with power that defied common sense.

That was why she kept pestering Angora after the crisis was averted, hoping that he would bring her to the town for a tour and stay for a while.

Angora, on the other hand, decisively refused her after he recalled the terrifying assimilation ability of the Players and imagined how much trouble Kinley's transformation would cause him.

Even so, the girl kept pestering him relentlessly, leaving him with no words to describe his misery.

"But you've been snickering all along," Edward said, taking in Angora's reaction as a bystander.

"Stop it. I clearly look like I'm in pain," Angora said with a straight face. "By the way, are you patrolling?"

"After all, I've taken your father's reward. I still have to do such a small thing." Edward shrugged. "It's just until the Temple of Glory sends someone to take over."

"I was planning to have the Players take over the defense of the castle as a new quest, but there are too few of them right now. It would affect the development of the Church if we were to transfer so many of them at once." Angora said regretfully.

It was fortunate that Horan had promised to help the Church of Games develop in secret. Once Angora made all the arrangements and ascended to the throne as the new Duke, he could arrange for the Players to replace the Temple of Glory as the greatest faction in Tunaya.

Still, that was all built on the foundation that the Church developed smoothly and the Player population exploded.

Hence, the two continued to chat about random topics, although most of their topics were related to the Players and the System.

[Marni Wilf died in the tsunami. Resurrection time: 71: 59: 59]

That was when a System notification appeared in front of them.

"Pfft. Uncle Marni died again …" Edward couldn't help chuckling.

"That's quite a long time. I remember it's been three days since I last saw any news of his death." Angora's lips curled up as well.

However, what happened next caused them to be unable to laugh anymore.

[Ivan Narain died in the tsunami. Resurrection time: 71: 59: 59]

[Boris died in the tsunami. Resurrection time: 71: 59: 59]

[Jane Gildan died in the tsunami. Resurrection time: 71: 59: 59]

[Carter died in the tsunami …]



In that split second, both of them reached the same conclusion: something had happened at the Grey Fjord!



A few minutes ago, at the Warty Tidal Flats, Frogmen Village.

Many Players were walking around the village. Some of them had accepted quests from the Frogmen Elder, and were planning to explore the Grey Fjord's inland waters after completing the quests. Some of them were holding seafood that they found somewhere and were trying to get the frogmen to cook for them. Others had not given up on trying to convince the frogmen to become their followers, and were still trying their best to convince them.

"Boss, when are we going back to town?" Ivan, who was acting as Marni's bodyguard, asked as he watched Marni try his hand at the beach.

"Let's push the exploration rate by another 1%. We should be able to finish it by today. What do you think of my posture?"

"But I'm sick of eating fish soup." Ivan sighed. "I can smell the fishy smell even when I drink water now …"

"Is that so? Alright, we'll go back today." Marni was not the kind of boss who wouldn't listen to others. He stood up from the knee-deep water, and probably for the sake of warming up, he bent his body backwards and stared at Ivan in that weird posture. "Let's go for some roast meat tonight!"

"Oh, that sounds good. The roast meat at the Iron Cauldron Tavern is top-notch. By the way, are you treating us, boss?"

"Ivan, you are already a mature man. You should shoulder the responsibility that belongs to you!"

"Damn it, you're still being so righteous when we're sharing the bill equally … Eh?" Ivan was about to retort, but he couldn't help narrowing his eyes at the surface of the sea. "What's that? A white wall? "

Marni straightened his body and looked into the distance.

"Why would there be a white wall on the surface of the sea? It's probably a mirage," he said nonchalantly.

A white wall had appeared out of nowhere on the surface of the sea in the distance.

The wall extended infinitely to both sides, just like the vast sea, with no end in sight.

It would have been fine if that was all, but as time passed, the wall seemed to be getting taller and bigger …

After a moment, Marni's face paled when he finally understood what it was.

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