Free Web NovelChapter 936: Chapter 461: Elda’s Change
Herbert was quite pleased and then gave another thumbs up.
Well done, really well done!
Actually, it’s not just during this period; Elda Territory has always been striving and working hard on building.
Secretly slacking off, loafing, and dragging progress—it’s always been him, the boss who shirks responsibilities.
Although he had said he wanted to build Elda Territory as a paradise for Monsters and also had long-term goals of establishing Miss Xie Shen’s Church, he hadn’t really done much.
But now things were different.
The Archbishop suddenly handed him the "Holy Maiden Statue," which in a sense stopped his grand plan of slacking off, forcing him to start working hard.
After personally experiencing the Divine’s vision, he knew this matter needed to be prioritized and couldn’t be delayed any longer.
He had seen and felt it.
Ambitions had begun to swell already.
Having experienced the God-level vision firsthand, Herbert wouldn’t be satisfied with just this much.
More of the Mist Mountain Range must be conquered quickly, a church must be formed, and Nenasha’s strength must be restored swiftly.
The more strength Nenasha recovers, the more I can enjoy too.
Helping her is helping myself!
["Heh, men! Only when they feel the benefits do they become so proactive."]
After a simple stroll around, Herbert sat by the pond at the center of the territory, and the Ice and Snow Goddess lightly jumped down.
She used her cat paw to stir the water, pouting upon finding no fish, and bored continued playing with the water.
Herbert, witnessing all this behind her, shook his head and laughed, asking, "Ma’am, you seem to be in a good mood now, did something good happen?"
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The Ice and Snow Goddess, upon hearing this, came back to herself, discreetly retracted her paw, and raised her head: "Hmm... you’ve done quite well here."
"Hehe."
Herbert smiled, nodding, "Thank you for the compliment, I’m honored not to disappoint you."
After saying that, he nonchalantly raised his hand to pat the Ice and Snow Goddess’s head.
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The little ice-and-snow kitty instinctively nudged her head over, blinking after being patted by the warm big hand.
Eh, something feels a bit off?
...Well, never mind, it’s not important!
His technique is just that good!
She pondered and stayed where she was, letting Herbert, this mortal, conduct those disrespectful acts on her—rubbing here and there.
Just a few rounds, and the Ice and Snow Goddess squinted comfortably, purring from her throat.
No, I must not fall asleep like this; there’s still work to be done!
She forced her eyes open, summoning her spirit, asking: "...Right, you mentioned you had something to tell me this time?"
"Nothing important. By the way, ma’am, can you represent the Natural Pantheon?"
"Hmm? I can’t, why?"
Herbert smiled, shaking his head, gray eyes lowered, looking at the small cat goddess about to drift off, and slowly said:
"In that case, I’d like you to help convey a message to the other great beings of the Natural Pantheon—regarding the Beast Ear Clan, I will help them, but you should give me a reasonable explanation."
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The Ice and Snow Goddess was initially drowsy, but somehow all sleepiness vanished upon hearing this.
She widened her ice-and-snow fused eyes, looking up at the youth’s gentle gray eyes.
Within those overly beautiful, profound eyes, the Ice and Snow Goddess saw tranquility.
Deep within those calm-as-water eyes, she vaguely felt another emotion, wanting to capture it, but unable to do so.
The little kitty blinked, half sat up, confusedly asking: "You... what does that mean?"
Feels a bit off?
Is it my imagination?
Why does it feel like there’s a riddle in your words!
"Not clear?"
Herbert chuckled, not explaining, leisurely saying: "If unclear, you can directly relay it; they’ll probably give you an answer."
The Ice and Snow Goddess blinked, curiously tilted her head.
"Hmm? Uh... oh, okay."
The little kitty wondered.
The little kitty sensed something strange.
The little kitty gave up thinking.
Anyway, I’m just a messenger; it doesn’t matter if they actually talked.
I’ve done my part, now I can slack off.
Time to slack!
"By the way, how did you decide to help them?"
She lay lazily beside Herbert, enjoying his service, casually asking, "Didn’t you say you wanted to ask them their thoughts before deciding..."
"Oh, you don’t have to bother with that anymore, I’ve already contacted them, I’ll verify their thoughts myself," Herbert casually explained.
"Oh, like that, and you... eh?"
The small kitty, having given up thinking, was puzzled again.
You contacted them.
How did you manage that?
Eh!!?
...
...
"No! Do not trust them!!!"
At the edge of the Forgotten Forest, in the Beast Ear Clan camp, a furious roar pierced the sorrowful atmosphere.
Bang!
A middle-aged Beastman, who had lost an eye and had his forearm severed in battle, shouted at Brook as he bandaged his wounds.
"Move aside! Move aside!!!"
To be precise, he was glaring at Cyril, who was resting behind Brook.
He was like a beast that had lost everything, trembling all over, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the expressionless Paladin.
"It was him! It must be him!"
"He’s the one who led those people here!!!"
In the vast camp, only his roars echoed continuously, while everyone else gazed at him with eyes filled with sorrow.
"Why are you looking at me like this? Why!!?"
"It’s him, it’s him."
"You know it! You all know it in your hearts! Those people, those monsters, he brought them!!!"
As the accused Cyril looked at the unjust hatred directed towards him, he did not refute, but instead remained silently sorrowful.
"..."
He knew that, deep down, the other person understood the truth was not as he accused.
He also knew that the person was, in fact, grateful to him.
But this injured man was acting so ungrateful simply because he had no other way to vent.
He saw the man clutching two corpses tightly in his arms.
Having lost his wife, children, and brothers, he was left with nothing.
He was simply... overwhelmingly saddened.
"Why do you not arrest him? Why!?"
His almost healed wound on his chest split open during the roars, and dark blood splattered out, staining his clothes.
"Or else! Or else why, before he came, those people never found our home! It’s all him..."
"Enough."
Brook finally slowly opened his eyes and said calmly, "That’s enough. Do not act so disrespectfully towards the savior of the clan."
"But!"
The man wanted to say more, but Brook shook his head and softly said, "Do you wish for their sacrifice to be in vain?"
"I, I, I..."
Thud.
At this moment, the man seemed to finally come to his senses, his knees hit the dirt mixed with blood and tears heavily.
He knelt towards Cyril, wailing and crying indistinctly.
"I! I didn’t mean to do this, I..."
"I’m sorry!"
"Ahhh——"
The others watched this scene, slowly lowered their heads, and began to sob again.
Cyril looked at this unspeakable scene, silently shook his head, glanced at Kathy sleeping in Brewer’s arms, and began to silently pray.
"Lord Herbert..."
He couldn’t figure out how Herbert appeared in such a manner, but the method no longer mattered at this moment.
The most important thing was how to save this poor clan.
"Please, you must save them!"
He thought silently, praying to the Divine, hoping that the Withered was completely frightened by last night’s scene.
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...
"No!"
"I was deceived!!?"
On the other side of the forest, the Withered, hesitating whether to consume a forbidden item to enhance his power, repeatedly recalled last night’s battle and discovered multiple flaws.
The opponent seemed unable to exert much power.
Right.
That Shaman girl was grievously injured, even if there was a divine descent, in her state, she couldn’t exert much power.
So, was the opponent actually... bluffing?
He suddenly stood up, a thrilling thought flashing in his mind.
"Could it be!"
"I still have a chance!!?"
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