Capítulo 953: Chapter 43: thod 3
“He sent other slaves ant as gifts to the Royal Capital out of necessity, but kept back. It wasn’t until I saw him again later that I realized Uncle Chun was different from other elves. He was very kind and compassionate, which made him stand out among the elves.”
In the distance, Helair leaned on his chin, looked at Qiong in front of him and suddenly smiled,
“If I weren’t here, you’d have the sa opinion of Angels, wouldn’t you? Especially since you were sent by Sorobato. Although that guy is an angel of the Fourth Day, he often sneaks down from the First Day under Lord Remiel’s jurisdiction to the mortal world, acting arrogantly outside. That guy forged the ‘Life Gospel Holy Object,’ a type of Holy Object banned by the Holy Land.”
The so-called Gospel Relics are items forged by integrating fragnts of rules, and there are only a few types of fragnts of rules; naturally, the rules of Life can be integrated, but the materials for forging have turned from Magic Materials into living Life.
Due to the intricate relationship between the Heavenly Lock and the Life God Ramasitia, to avoid unnecessary trouble, Michael had long prohibited the forge on the Fifth Day from crafting such Holy Objects. But Sorobato still forged the Life Gospel Holy Object outside the Holy Land. Let’s not delve into where he forged it, but this already shows this angel’s violent temper.
“Indeed, I suffered quite a bit during the transport by the Sorobato Angel. However, humans and longevity species are different, and for us, sixty years is already a very long ti. Sorobato didn’t regard as important, and I no longer dwell on the past. Now, Chun Country ans everything to …
Qiong drank a bit of wine; he was indeed very old, to the point where even doing small things would make him feel tired. So just drinking a little wine made him a bit tipsy, needing to return to rest, leaving his adopted daughter to continue caring for Fisher and the others.
Fisher turned his head to glance at Tangze Asuka, who was sitting next to him, and noticed there was still so food left in her bowl, and she herself couldn’t drink alcohol. He dipped his finger in so wine and began drawing circles on the table,
“Are you full?”
“Ah!”
She was startled, clutching her heart and stepping back a bit. She breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing it was Fisher beside her, forcing a smile,
“Yes… yes, I’m full, Mr. Fisher.”
“That’s good.”
Fisher continued to stuff food into his mouth without any extra expression on his face, but Tangze Asuka, after being called by him, erged from a dazed state and, in a stupor, started eating the food in her bowl, which had already turned sowhat cold.
After hesitating for a mont, Tangze Asuka suddenly spoke up, but her words coincided with Fisher’s who was about to speak,
“You…”
“Fe… Sorry, you go first, Mr. Fisher…”
“Go ahead, what did you want to say?”
“Well… I’m sorry about today, causing you trouble. I shouldn’t have been so quick to speak, forcing you to step in and negotiate with that elf on my behalf.”
Fisher paused his chewing montarily, turned to look at the genuinely remorseful Tangze Asuka beside him, who was reflecting on herself for being unable to help and having been a burden to others. Mikhail’s reminder in the car further exacerbated her self-recrimination, leaving her unable to even enjoy her al, probably just foolishly dwelling on past events.
Fisher pondered for a mont, then sighed and suddenly said,
“It wasn’t entirely for you. I am genuinely interested in demi-humans. That Count Hyou is interested in demi-humans, and talking with him wasn’t dull. Besides, though what you said at the ti might have dampened the mood a bit, it didn’t lead to any severe consequences. We are emissaries of the Holy Land; he wouldn’t dare do anything to us.”
Tangze Asuka pursed her lips. Even though Fisher had spoken the truth, she still felt he admitted it to prevent her from being stuck in the past and wanted her to relax.
Helair Angel said that Mr. Fisher’s interest in demi-humans is academic—how could he do such perverse things to them like Count Hyou?
I’m really… useless.
Tangze Asuka didn’t want Mr. Fisher to worry, she softly replied “Hmm,” and vigorously lowered her head to shovel a mouthful of rice, as if proving she was fine now.
But she doesn’t want to always rely on Mr. Fisher or even the entire team to accommodate her. She wants to be of so help…
Or at least, she hopes she won’t be a burden…
She needs a way.
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