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“Any recent news?”
Kusa, behind Mary, unfolded the scroll in his hand, his eyes quickly scanning it.
“Some of the distant sightings described by the Administrator and the Autonomists have aroused great interest among many feelers.”
“The Doomguard are still promoting their corrupt philosophy.”
“…”
Mary hummed in her lounge chair and said nothing.
At the end, Kusa’s expression became very strange. He pondered for a long time before he slowly said, “Uh, recently, many feelers have left Sigil.”
Mary sat in her rocking chair with her eyes closed. She said, unconcerned, “Are they going to some plane to attend a banquet?”
Feelers often roamed the various multiverses, looking for new feelings, so the number of people at the Sensates’ headquarters was not very large. But this kind of large-scale departure from Sigil generally only happened when a super-large banquet appeared on a certain plane, such as a plane’s celebration.
“Cough, cough, cough…”
Kusa hesitated for a moment, observed his wife’s expression, and then cleared his throat and said, “No.”
“They have returned to their respective Material Planes to…”
“Preach…”
The rocking chair under Mary stopped. Mary opened her eyes and looked at her husband with an inquiring gaze.
Can you say that again?
A little afraid to look at his wife’s confused gaze, Kusa sighed and said, “Yes, you didn’t hear wrong.”
“They are preaching for our… the God of Half-Elves.”
“Cough, cough, the number is not very large.”
“About only a hundred people.”
Mary lay on the chair in a daze, looking at the ceiling and muttering, “Hasn’t it been two months since that incident?”
“How come they haven’t gotten over it?”
Although Mary’s own heart would often think of the shock she had received at that time, she really had not expected that so many people would be so immersed in it.
Are they not crazy? They’ve all gone back to their hometowns to preach?
…
“Uli, give me three speed potions.”
Roy walked into Uli’s potion workshop and sat down at the table with familiarity.
“Well, if it isn’t our great poet.”
A dwarf covered in bandages took a potion from Uli’s hand, turned to Roy, and laughed out loud, “How have you been recently?”
“Same as always?”
Roy nodded, then looked at the wounds on the dwarf’s body and asked, “Big Beard, how did you get these wounds?”
The dwarf, who was called Big Beard, proudly stroked his beard with his only intact left arm and laughed, “This… that’s a long story.”
Uli and Roy’s expressions changed. They were about to stop him.
It was well known that even among the few races in the multiverse that loved to brag the most, the dwarves could stand firmly at the forefront… especially after they had drunk.
But the dwarf had already started his speech, “So on that day, after we got the news…”
“Our group of five went up against a dozen, no, a hundred thousand of the half-orc army.”
“I laughed at the God of Half-Orcs in the distance. You don’t know, that pseudo-god was so scared he was trembling…”
“I almost cut off his head with my axe…”
“And that guy was also saved by me. I took three swords, no, thirty swords for him.”
“Let me tell you, the scene at that time was particularly dangerous…”
Blah, blah, blah.
“In the end, we left under their resentful gazes.”
“We only had five people who were lightly injured, while they paid a price of ten… a hundred times.”
After Big Beard had spoken with great passion for three hours, he finally left with satisfaction under the two of them’s collapsing gazes.
And his three hours of bragging could be summed up in one sentence… they had gone to ambush the God of Half-Orcs, but they hadn’t even seen the main person and had been beaten back.
“Next time, next time, absolutely do not let a dwarf speak…”
Roy let out a deep sigh. She couldn’t help but think of that man who seemed to be talking big.
“At least what he said was true…”
But is Shelley’s strength really that strong?
She knew the strength of that dwarf. Although he loved to brag, his strength was not bad, at least above the high-rank. And the fact that their team of five could retreat in one piece also proved their strength.
This, in turn, indirectly proved the strength of Shelley, who could fight Muhre head-on.
Gulp, gulp, gulp.
Uli drank a bottle of dark green potion, then let out a long breath, untied his headscarf, and sat down.
Handing three potion bottles to Roy, Uli rubbed his hands and said, “Roy, have you seen my friend recently?”
Putting away the potion, Roy thought for a moment and said, “You mean Shelley? He seems to have come to Sigil a few times recently, all to meet with those feelers who are helping him preach.”
Uli sighed, “I see…”
“Faith is really a magical thing. I never thought it would be that kind of feeling before.”
Roy was silent for a moment, slowly stood up, and said flatly as he was about to leave, “Faith is to believe in what we have never seen, and the reward of this faith is to see what we believe in.”
Uli thought about this sentence in the room. It took him a long time to reveal a smile. He said in the direction Roy had left, “As expected of our Sensates’ great poet, hahaha.”
…
“Eden~ my little Eden~”
Eden huddled in a corner of the carriage, not reacting to Shelley’s gentle voice.
“Uncle, I’m really not a bad person.”
Perhaps hearing the deep malice in this sentence, Eden even trembled slightly.
“…”
In Eden’s soul space, Shelley’s face was as ugly as if he had eaten something that was not easy to describe. He felt the non-existent veins on his forehead constantly throbbing.
[Hahahaha…]
[That’s hilarious!]
[Hahahaha!]
“…”
“Am I really that scary?”
[It can only be said that the first impression you gave her was really too bad.]
Shelley was a little crazy. This phenomenon had been going on for more than two months since Eden had woken up… Eden had refused to answer any of Shelley’s words from the beginning, unilaterally refusing to communicate.
“…That’s not right. What about my damned male charm?”
[I told you to restrain yourself.]
[It’s really too funny.]
[You say, will she keep this up?]
After being crazy for a while, Shelley regained his composure. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly as he said, “No.”
“There’s already been a big change.”
At the beginning, she would tremble and want to cry whenever she heard Shelley’s voice. Now, she could finally accept it calmly.
And after more than two months of trekking, Vincent and the others had finally returned to the royal city.
“Oh my… when will she talk to me?”
Shelley was muttering to himself in Eden’s mind again when he suddenly heard Eden say very weakly, “Who… is speaking?”
Shelley: ???
[Pfft. Hahahaha!]
