He truly descended in avatar form.
Joanna swallowed hard, bowing her head respectfully.
"So, you are the ssengers of the Lady of Snow?"
"..."
A gentle voice rang out in front of her, but Joanna remained silent.
In such monts, clerics like her were not qualified to converse with deities.
Among those present, only the Divine Favorer had the right to communicate with them.
However, that person seed unwilling to reveal their presence.
She glanced sideways at Yunier and noticed the Divine Favorer, like everyone else, had their eyes lowered, saying nothing.
Helplessly, Joanna took a deep breath, suppressing her unease, and spoke up bravely, "My lord... we co at the behest of the Goddess."
Herbert looked at the Half-Elf Priest, whose whole being exuded unease, and blinked curiously.
"Hmm?"
He took in all the priests’ expressions and asked puzzled, "Why are you so nervous? Do I look scary?"
Scary?
Joanna felt her scalp tingle and quickly shook her head to explain, "No, we’re just... we’re rely expressing our reverence for you."
Reverence?
Isn’t that still fear?
Herbert tilted his head, puzzled, and for the first ti questioned his own charm.
What kind of reaction is this, do I look like a villain to you?
Could it be that you are discriminating against ?
How bold!
Be careful, or I’ll report this to the Ice and Snow Goddess!
["...Tsk."]
Harmonious God asked, speechless, ["I say, before you criticize others, can you take a look at what you look like right now?"]
Herbert glanced down at his current appearance and realized what was off.
It’s no wonder others misunderstood him.
He had lost himself in the thrill while rescuing (exterminating) the wolf pack (annihilation).
Displeased by their infighting, he went berserk among the wolves and now looked as if he’d been marinated in a blood pool.
But... would he admit it was his fault?
No, he would not.
"Ha!"
Herbert chuckled, confidently declaring, "Even if I’m ninety-nine percent wrong, don’t they bear at least one percent of the bla?"
The ninety-nine-to-one rule, truly handy indeed!
"Moreover, in such scenarios, why doubt oneself? Just bla others directly."
Instead of blaming himself, it’s better to bla others.
["You really are..."]
Even Nenasha was speechless at such illogical yet indignant statents, finally choking out an exclamation.
["Shaless."]
Truly a shaless person!
Herbert shrugged, privately chuckling, "Thanks for the complint."
["I was not complinting you."]
"Of course I know that, precisely because you didn’t, I’m thanking you."
"Had you complinted , I’d not hold back with you."
["Alright, just shut up."]
"Hehe."
For a second, Herbert argued with the Evil God in his mind, then in reality, he smiled apologetically at Joanna and others.
"Oh, I forgot sothing important, please wait a mont, I’ll go wash up first."
With that, he abandoned the bewildered Priest Order and strode toward the rmaid by the spring.
"Fremay, give a hand..."
He opened his arms, wanting to give Fremay a long-awaited hug, only to be rudely pushed away by her tail.
"Hmm?"
He blinked, seeing Fremay glaring at him with disdain.
"Ugh—no, don’t co any closer!"
The rmaid, who had been eagerly waiting to welco the hero’s return, frowned tightly, covering her nose and gesturing at the dirt-covered Herbert.
Is this really the hero I chose?
Give back my hero!
"Fremay, you..."
Seeing Fremay’s disdainful look, Herbert suddenly felt like a pathetic middle-aged man, despised by family after coming ho reeking of smoke and alcohol, after a social gathering.
At that mont, Herbert tasted the agony of a midlife crisis—no way.
Herbert would never be such a fragile person.
"Hahaha, don’t be so cold, help wash up."
He completely ignored Fremay’s disdain, reaching out to grab the tail pressed against his chest.
Splash!
Before he could touch it, a stream of water gushed out from the Holy Spring, spraying him like a high-pressure water jet, making him stagger.
"Oh oh, well, this works too."
Shhh—
After stabilizing, Herbert chuckled and opened his arms, letting the refreshing spring water wash over him.
Just rinse away!
Under the high-pressure water stream, the black gri turned into dark red blood, continuously streaming off him.
The bloodstained dirty water didn’t seep into the ground; instead, under Fremay’s control, it floated upward, coalescing into a large water sphere in mid-air.
As the blood washed away, Herbert’s original appearance erged.
Herbert shook his white hair, shaking off water droplets that sparkled brilliantly under the Holy Light.
To ensure his body was thoroughly cleansed, Herbert casually removed his top, revealing a perfect upper torso.
He looked like an artwork sculpted by the most skilled artist, with every muscle perfectly proportioned, exuding a sense of primal beauty.
At this mont, his skin glowed with a dazzling sheen under the light, as a rainbow-colored radiance seed to flash beneath it.
That was no illusion.
After hunting nurous Ghost Wolves and consuming their materials, Herbert’s Magic Resistance had increased yet another level!
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