franphil Chapter 277 Don't Call Me a Fool
Chapter 277 Don't Call Me a Fool
Chapter 277 Don't Call Me a Fool
The three members of the Tarot Club met at the tavern.
When Xia Er returned to 16 Fragrant Tree Avenue, Fors saw him return but didn't even ask where he had been.
"We didn't invite you to the Tarot Club's offline gathering earlier."
Seeing that Fors didn't ask, Xia Er briefly mentioned it.
Offline gathering?
Besides you and the world, is there anyone else? Mr. Hanged Man?
Fors gave an "oh," and realized she wasn't really keen on going to a gathering of three men.
"What did you talk about?"
She just listened to it as gossip.
"With the help of the Storm Church, we will wipe out Maiviti and his gang, then swindle internal rewards from the Storm Church and distribute the spoils according to the proportion of our contributions."
"That's all," Xia Er said simply.
"Do you really need the Storm Church's help to take down Steel McVitie?"
Fors was shocked.
"Of course I have my own tasks; I'll accompany you on a pleasant tour."
Shael shook his head; neither Klein nor Alger really wanted him to participate in the game.
He could only wait to get in touch with Huang Beibei, Huang Jiajia, and Lieutenant General Iceberg, and Edwina.
"Oh, if there's nothing else, let's go to bed early. Aren't we going camping and fishing on the surrounding islands tomorrow?"
Fors thought this was the best approach; she was going out for a few days, and it would be ideal if this guy could accompany her the whole time.
While Xia'er's life was going smoothly, Cattleya was having a tough time, but she was still persevering.
In Silver City, a somewhat eerie landscape painting appeared out of nowhere.
He crossed the mountain rivers and appeared in the graveyard of the former chief of Silver City, Harwick, with faint white down on his body and a dark handprint on his back.
"If it weren't for the fact that landscape paintings have a more evocative atmosphere, I would have thrown the painting onto the smog long ago to cleanse the pollution..."
He spoke words he himself didn't believe, rolled up the scroll of the gods, put it into the golden tube, and looked at the coffin in front of him.
He used to use this account, but now he doesn't really like it.
"May your soul return."
With a simple chant in Elvish, the coffin in front of Xia'er trembled, and the consciousness of the former chief of Silver City, which still existed in the spirit of the 'undead creature' inside, began to gradually return.
If it were through other means, it might be difficult to be brought back to life, but the Grim Reaper's path is different. Even if nothing unexpected happens, a Sequence 3 ferryman will gradually transform into an intelligent undead creature. If something unexpected happens, it means the transformation process will be accelerated. As long as humanity is regained, there is still a chance to be "saved".
"My lord."
The very first words spoken by the 'giant' who crawled out of the coffin showed that Shael's mental surgery had gone very smoothly.
"How is your recovery going?"
Shael looked at Harwick and asked.
"I've regained most of my memories."
"Given my current state, I'd rather stay in places with an atmosphere of the underworld."
Harwick spoke frankly, saying that as an undead being, it was best for him to keep some distance from the living. This tomb was excellent, and even though it was a self-created underworld environment, it was still very suitable for him to live in.
"I'm going to take over Silver City."
"That's what Xia Er said bluntly."
"It is an honor for Silver City."
Harwick simply lowered his head. He didn't intend to consult with the other elders of Silver City first. He felt that he was qualified, as he was currently the strongest person in Silver City.
"Then go ahead."
"As for faith, there's no need for now. Perhaps we can get you to believe in fools in the future."
Xia Er decided to take it easy and not frighten Mr. Fool with any sudden provocation.
Harwick accepted the order and, with the help of the underworld creatures in the tomb, went to the council tower of the six elders of Silver City.
Xia'er looked towards a certain spot in the Forsaken Land, and the echoes of her inner world spread out like ripples.
I won't take the first blasphemous tablet. And please don't interfere with my efforts to repair the damaged spirit world in the land of the forsaken gods. How about that?
&%*&*....%*
Annoying words spread through the ocean of the collective unconscious. Although they were chaotic and sounded like they were deliberately picking a fight, Xia'er still understood them. The true creator had chosen to agree.
There was no signed contract; it was just a verbal agreement.
The true Creator clearly doesn't care what Shael does in the Forsaken Land.
Whether or not Xia Er keeps his promise is not that important. If he wants to keep his promise, he will keep it regardless of whether there is a contract or not. Conversely, if he doesn't want to, there are many loopholes he can exploit.
"Repairing the damaged spirit realm of the Eastern Continent... It's a pity that the mysterious world has no concept of merit."
Xia'er thought of "The Ring of Fate". If even if Earth was destroyed, the Lord of Mysteries could restore the entire Earth to its original state by making a wish and using enough matter and energy, then would the Eastern Continent of the new Earth also be repaired in the same way?
"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun."
As Xia Er chanted the name of the Celestial Venerable, he communicated with the crimson star in the gray fog space. He borrowed a certain quality from the gray fog space, or perhaps, a spiritual realm repair permit. After receiving feedback from the gray fog space, he closed his eyes and created a relatively large dream world.
Although the audience path does not have authority related to the spirit world, it possesses authority over dreams and the mind. The Sequence Three Dream Weaver can weave dreams. With the sponsorship of the Gray Mist, he can connect the shattered spirit world as dreams and use dreams as the adhesive for the fragments of the spirit world.
Although this approach may seem to offer no real benefit, it deepens Xia'er's understanding of the spirit world, which is its most valuable aspect.
The spirit world he repaired will naturally be greatly affected by him.
The true Creator does not interfere in his affairs, and he will not interfere with the true Creator's departure in the same way.
That's fair.
the other side.
When the six-member council of Silver City saw Harwick return, they were equally overjoyed.
Harwick's success means that Silver City now has a successful case of advancing to Sequence Three, which is certainly exciting news for Silver City.
Although "Witcher" Colin was wary of the former chief's sudden return, his Witcher Eyes scanned the area and found nothing unusual. Unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to cause a big fuss with the senior he once respected, so he took the initiative to step forward and inquire about the situation.
Only Lovia's eyes flashed, as if she understood something.
"Harwick, you got promoted? Why did it take so long?"
Chief Colin inquired, since in traditional thinking, such a long period of absence usually means failure or death.
"I encountered an unexpected event during my promotion process and almost lost myself, but fortunately I received help from the Lord."
Harwick's words startled the six elders of Silver City. It wasn't that they didn't understand the word "Lord," but rather that the word was rarely used in Silver City, or even in the Third Era, except in the Second Era.
He said, "You may call him the Fool."
When Harwick uttered the word "fool," his expression was one of utmost respect.