The sky soon turned dark. The three did not have the energy to travel any further, so they found a quiet village near the Red Sea and settled down.
Asha'ria was going back to Greece. Mofan would have to go with her if everything went as planned. He had to comfort Xinxia, whom he had not seen for a year, and tell her everything about the trip to the Dark World.
Sharjah had to return to the Sacred City.
Once her identity was exposed, she would have to return to the Sacred City. She would no longer be a student of the Aorus Sacred Institute, an intern of the Magic Tower in Canton, or the sister of the leader of the Brown Rebels.
It was unchangeable. It was the fate of an Archangel after she was chosen.
The village was filled with Date Palm Trees. It seemed like the place had just experienced a rainy season. The vegetation was dense, like a beautiful tropical island that had yet to be developed.
Mo Fan was lying behind a wooden hut, with white, clean sand in front of him. His gaze passed through a few Date Palm Trees, and he could see the green sea and the river. Mo Fan could not help but relax as he sniffed the fragrance of some unknown plant.
It was still better to be alive. In a place like the Dark Dimension, he was living in a nightmare all the time. He breathed in poisonous fog, miasma, and the murky aura of death. Even if he was not threatened by any terrifying creatures, his body's organs would slowly decay and decay.
"Here, have a taste." The Saintess personally cooked a plate of crispy roast chicken that was sprinkled with spices. Before it was even served, one could already smell the aroma that made their mouths water.
Every piece of chicken was delicately cut. She had also placed a piece of raw vegetables under the roast chicken to keep it from being too greasy.
The Saintess wrapped the roast chicken with the bones removed and took a bite. The taste immediately made them forget the hardships they had gone through. Their faces were filled with happiness.
"Come, let's celebrate our narrow escape from the jaws of death and the elimination of the biggest cancer in Asia!" Mofan raised a wooden cup filled with fruit wine. The wine was a little strong, but Mofan drank it all in one go.
There was no fridge in the village. The wine was placed in a cold river. The wine that was "chilled" by the river tasted just right. It was not cold enough to make their teeth ache. It was a great way to relieve their boredom!
"Cheers!"
The two heroines didn't waste a single drop of wine. They followed Mofan and drank it all in one gulp. Soon, the two beauties' cheeks were flushed red. After their pale complexions were moisturized like this, they once again radiated their unique charm. It could be said that they were pleasing to the eyes.
Not long after, Mofan got drunk and put his hands on Asha'ria and Sharjah's shoulders.
Asha'ria and Sharjah looked at him at the same time.
In the end, he still revealed his true nature!
"We can be considered to have gone through life and death together. Let's not talk about anything else. It just so happens that there are three of us. How about we become sworn brothers?" Mofan said while hugging his left and right.
"…"
"What does it mean to be sworn brothers?" As a foreigner, Sharjah was unfamiliar with this term.
"It means the first kowtow to the Heavens and Earth, the second kowtow … no, that's not right. Have you heard of the Three Vows in the Peach Garden? That Asha'ria, haven't you read a lot of famous novels? Explain it to her in your Greek way," Mofan said.
"It's similar to the vows the priests made before. Regardless of whether he's poor, sick, or old, we have to treat him like our husband, except for sleeping with him," Asha'ria explained to Sharjah.
"It's quite interesting that your country has such a ritual. Sure, I can swear in the name of the Archangel that we are sworn sisters from now on … "Sharjah said.
"Brothers."
"We have two ladies here," Asha'ria smiled.
Sharjah nodded.
"…" Mofan's face darkened. He felt like he had dug a hole for himself.
The minority obeyed the majority.
Mofan had become a member of their sworn sister group. At first, Mofan was quite proud of himself. He could tell others that the Archangel of the Sacred City and the Saintess of Parthenon were his brothers, but now, he felt like he was being taken care of by the two women. He no longer felt as domineering as before. He no longer felt like he had accomplished something great!
He was getting dizzy from drinking too much.
Mofan climbed onto the bed.
The room was simple, with a wooden bed and a quilt. It was simple but comfortable. He thought it would be dry and rough, but it turned out to be soft.
…
Early in the morning, Mofan woke up to two screams and two slaps in the face.
After washing his face outside, Mo Fan turned his face around and realized that he could not remove the two handprints no matter how hard he tried.
No wonder they were unexpectedly soft. With their sexy bodies and soft breasts, how could they not sleep well?
Unfortunately, he was too drunk and nothing happened. Otherwise, this trip would have been completely worth it.
…
"It's time for me to report to the Sacred City," Sharjah said in disappointment.
She did not want to become the Archangel Gabriel. She only wanted to be Sharjah, a student of the Aorus Sacred Institute, focusing on the things that interested her.
However, she could not disobey the Sacred Order. She had to return to the Sacred City and face everything as the Guardian of the world.
"What about Su Lu …?" Mofan asked.
"I'll take care of it. Teacher, you don't have to worry about it," Sharjah said.
"That's good. My country is in trouble. The people need me. The organization needs me. I have to go back as soon as possible," Mofan said.
"Aren't you going to the Parthenon Temple with me?" Asha 'ria asked with a confused face.
"Ye Xinxia is in the country. Why would I go to the Parthenon?" Mofan said.
"Who knows? You're a responsible man. You won't let any mistress down," Asha 'ruiya said, implying a deeper meaning.
Mofan reached out his hand and patted Asha 'ria's head. He said with a smile, "Don't worry, you're the only mistress of the Parthenon Temple. We've spent a year in the Dark Plane. It's time for us to part ways."
"I have a lot of lovers," Asha 'ria pulled Mofan's hand away. She did not back down.
"I've heard about it," Mofan nodded.
Asha 'ruiya frowned.
"Why don't you come with me to the Parthenon Temple? I have something to give you," Asha 'ruiya calmed down. Her mood had changed rapidly.
"Can you tell me first?" Mofan said.
"We've been away for a year. A few more days won't make any difference," Asha 'ria said.
"Sure."
"In that case, I'll be going to the Holy City from here." Sharjah stopped in place and pointed at a mountain range that crossed half a snow mountain.
The mountain range was sacred blue, and the snow was as white as a painting. There was a winding valley leading to the Sacred City.
"Alright, goodbye, Sharjah," Mofan waved his hand.
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