manynovel Chapter 125 Tomboy
Chapter 125 Tomboy
Chapter 125 Tomboy
After saying that, Altair said to him in a tone that seemed to kill him, "Emmite, you are now an official cleaner for the Church of Mother Earth, the Diocese of Backlund, and the Church of Harvest."
"Second in real power, second only to Father Utravsky."
Immediately after speaking, Altair realized the inappropriateness of his words. Regaining his composure, he said to Father Utravsky, "I apologize, Father. I did not mean to mock the Harvest Church."
Father Utravsky, after hearing Altair's explanation, simply waved his hand dismissively, as if to say that it didn't matter.
Seeing Father Utravsky's reaction, Altair grinned mischievously and said, "Emmit, as your old friend, I...I should point you in the right direction. Why don't you just convert to the Earth Mother Goddess?"
"Think about it, once you've fully grasped the teachings of the Mother Goddess and understand the preciousness of life and the joy of a bountiful harvest, Father Utravsky might be willing to let you leave here temporarily and go home."
"Furthermore, you can take this opportunity to join the Church of the Earth Mother and cultivate yourself through its resources. I guarantee that your future achievements will at least reach the rank of Baron."
"Think about it, that's a vampire baron, those are your parents, you can't reach that level even if you spend your whole life."
After hearing these words, Emmett turned to Altair with a disdainful look, but continued wiping the table diligently, and cursed, "Don't even think about it, you damned tomboy! I will never betray the moon."
I curse you!
"I curse you to be born a man, slovenly and unattractive, unable to win the hearts of women, and destined to die alone—"
Altair spread his hands and explained helplessly, "That's a pity. I didn't choose the Hunter's Path back then, so the thing you cursed probably won't happen in the future."
"Besides, your current psychological suggestion is left by Father Utravsky, and has little to do with me. Why do you have to curse me? Why don't you curse him?"
After saying these two sentences, Altair advised Emmett, "If, and I mean if, you really feel lonely, you can tell me the address of a high-sequence vampire. I would be happy for you to capture him and have him keep you company while you undergo labor reform."
"Don't even think about it!" Emmett roared.
Altair calmly asked, "Do you know this vampire named Emlyn White?"
"He lives in Backlund, Hillston district—"
Upon hearing this, Emmett abruptly stopped wiping. With an air of "If you keep talking, I'll take you down with me," she said fiercely, "I don't know, I don't recognize you."
"Alright, then see you again someday." With that, Altair turned and left the Harvest Church without looking back.
Emmett's expression froze for a moment after seeing Altair walk away. He was about to burst into another tirade, but the guilt that kept rising in his heart urged him to finish cleaning as soon as possible.
The guilt gradually lessened after he picked up the candlestick again and began to clean it.
So as he worked, he muttered to himself, "Damn tomboy, I'm going to curse you to the moon!"
May 15, 1347, 5 p.m., Backlund, East District, inside an ordinary three-story house.
Altair, holding Vivian in his arms, sat on the sofa on the second floor, watching the group of people below who were proposing a trade for extraordinary materials.
He couldn't help but sigh, "It seems there really are people willing to go to such lengths, choosing the path of an assassin."
Vivian gave a soft "hmm" and then said with a serious expression, "Are you really not going to do anything about them?"
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"They are, after all, descendants of nobles. If we really let them become assassins," and they successfully advance to Sequence Seven "Witches," their families will definitely cause chaos.
"After the meeting, Simon can just remind them," Altair replied casually.
After saying that, Altair asked curiously, "Have you found out who plotted against you and me?"
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Vivian shook her head and said with a serious expression, "Not yet. My downline absolutely refuses to tell me."
"We've used all sorts of extraordinary methods, including divination and memory probing, but we still can't determine her identity. It's clear that our opponent this time is a high-sequence witch."
"Alright," Altair said casually, "if we really can't find it, then we don't need to look anymore."
After saying that, Altair stroked Vivian's hair again.
"I'd like to give it another try," Vivian replied casually.
Altair casually replied, "Alright then, remember to prioritize safety above all else. If all else fails, we'll report it to the Witch Cult and say that someone is causing trouble, so they can handle it internally."
"I have a feeling that this is the personal act of some high-sequence witch."
"Mmm," Vivian nodded gently, then added, "I don't know if Eileen herself has told you that she wants to advance to Sequence Eight Instigator."
Upon hearing this, Altair asked in confusion, "No, she didn't tell me."
"Wasn't she doing well as a Sequence Nine Assassin? Why does she suddenly want to advance?"
Vivian rolled her eyes at Altair and said speechlessly, "It's all because of you. You even helped Pansera advance to Sequence Eight, Midnight Poet."
"Even the pets are at a higher level than her, she must be feeling really upset."
Altair chuckled awkwardly and said, "Well, you and I both know that animals have a natural talent for acting that surpasses most people's. Pansera's rapid advancement is mainly due to her own hard work."
Vivian nodded and exclaimed, "Yes, animals really do have a better talent for acting than most people. For example, you."
Upon hearing this, Altair turned Vivian over in his arms, patted her bottom twice, and said, "How can we be the same? I consumed quite a few extraordinary traits back then."
After Altair's anger subsided, Vivian turned around on her own and asked curiously, "Do you have the ability of a beast tamer? If so, help me train a pet. I also want an extraordinary animal."
Altair nodded and casually said, "Okay, have you decided what you want?"
"Not yet," Vivian replied dejectedly.
Altair thought for a moment and suggested, "How about we train our black cat to be a fortune teller?"
"What can a fortune teller do? They're so useless in the early stages," Vivian asked curiously.