Mystic Overlord: Reading Gives Strength Chapter 1521 - 1515: Morning Stroll

There is only one day left until the completion of the ritual.

Ronald and his team have already organized all the information about the Holy City, and they are ready with the plan to enter the [Seven-string Seal].

In normal circumstances, they should conserve their strength, replenishing their spirit for the final action.

——But Ronald cannot rest.

The impending dangerous enemies starkly contrast with the joyous festival in the city.

This calm before the storm makes it hard to find peace of mind.

Ronald, being physically strong, decided not to rest since he couldn’t sleep, opting instead to perfect their plan as much as possible before the action.

However, it was just this last day.

Analyzing the intelligence at hand, he determined that there was no possibility of further optimizing the plan in the short term.

Thus, as the evening songs gradually faded.

Ronald got up from the second floor of the library, which had beco their headquarters, picked up a piece of bread left at the stairway, and walked downstairs alone.

"..."

"Costate, I’m going out for a walk."

Ronald didn’t forget to remind his maid.

Upon hearing the voice, Costate, who was imrsed in the vast and precious collection of the library, imdiately looked up.

"Sir, aren’t you staying to read..." Costate asked in a puzzled tone, but then she changed her mind, "Would you need to follow you this ti?"

"I’ll just walk alone; you stay and enjoy reading."

Ronald directly declined Costate’s offer.

To say he wasn’t interested in the books here was impossible given his character!

But reading also requires the right mood.

The shadow cast by entering the Holy City weighed heavily on him; at such tis, he couldn’t have the peace of mind to read leisurely.

Ronald quickly went down to the ground floor’s entrance.

Only then did he finally remind,

"Well... Costate, take good care of Martha; she needs rest now."

"I understand, sir!" Costate’s reply ca imdiately.

Exude the aura, and the church’s Holy Priestess is ultimately just a young girl. Even if she mastered spells, she cannot compare to strong individuals like Ronald or Costate.

After several days of intense effort.

Martha, having confird the completion of the plan, was resting on a bench on the second floor, recovering her strength for the final battle.

Clack—

Ronald pushed open the library door and left.

The singing activities in the city peak in the evening and afternoon.

Now that the height of excitent has ended, the streets entered a resting rhythm, and Ronald felt an unusual calm.

Only at a few sporadic locations on the street, groups of spirited residents gathered in twos and threes, exchanging their thoughts.

"The peace during the festival isn’t too bad?"

Leaving the library, Ronald walked these streets, his tense mindset gradually relaxed with the sights around him.

He walked aimlessly like this.

Following the road in the city, he arrived at the location of the city palace.

"..."

Suddenly realizing his position, Ronald looked up toward the direction of the treasury.

The other two church mbers who accompanied Martha into the [Forest of Songs] were currently inside. After each received sothing from the Saint’s bequest, Martha entrusted the key to them and tasked them with guarding it.

They didn’t intend to participate in the operations later entering the [Seven-string Seal].

This wasn’t cowardice in the face of danger.

But to the church, this treasure from the past is incredibly precious. As the only ones who entered the [Forest of Songs], they couldn’t allow it to go unguarded.

After discussions with Martha.

The final outco was that the Holy Priestess and Ronald would continue to act.

While the remaining two church mbers stayed with the treasury key to guard the place, waiting for subsequent church takeover.

"..."

He paused outside the palace, watching for a mont.

Ronald didn’t linger long and didn’t disturb the palace guards.

He approached quietly and left quietly, but the sight of the palace reminded Ronald of the core of the ritual, the city’s central plaza.

With a hint of curiosity and concern over the success of the ritual.

Ronald’s city wander gained a new objective.

This leisurely walk wasn’t rushed. By the ti Ronald slowly arrived at the city plaza, it was nearing noon, with the beast residents imrsed in the festival becoming lively again.

At the outermost part of the plaza, Ronald saw the figure of Orel’s avatar.

Due to Orel’s prior settings, the avatar was diligent and tireless, maintaining its task on the plaza for consecutive days, ensuring the city’s joyful atmosphere.

With this effort.

The ritual hidden beneath the festival progressed smoothly, without a trace of shadow.

Even knowing the avatar lacked true self.

Standing at the plaza’s edge, Ronald lowered his voice in gratitude:

"I really appreciate your work."

Having confird the matter he cared about, after spending an entire morning walking, Ronald was ready to return to the library that served as the headquarters.

However, before he could leave the plaza.

Taking only a few steps, Ronald was suddenly intercepted.

"Sorry to bother, friend, do you have a mont?"

Stopping Ronald were two cheerful and relaxed beast girl expressions. Although not of the sa race, seeing their jubilant deanor, Ronald naturally nodded and smiled:

"Of course, what’s the matter?"

"I’m Lily." "I’m Mana." The beast girls imdiately smiled, expressing their intent, "In fact, we’re engaged in a small competition but currently lack a judge. Could you help us evaluate it?"

Seeing the expectant expressions of the beast girls, Ronald naturally nodded in agreent.

Although he wasn’t a professional singer, he was ready to concentrate and listen attentively.

Among the two, Lily was the first to sing.

She sang a popular folk tune, and its sweet lody flowed in a corner of the plaza, quickly attracting the attention of those nearby.

Mana, the second to sing, conveyed the story of a legendary hero. Her song was strong and moving; the high notes were perfectly handled, and the light parts fluttered like a butterfly along a stone path, completely srizing listeners.

But Ronald, oddly enough, looked conflicted.

Because the protagonist of this story happened to be Orel, who had already made his early escape!

He understood the respect and admiration the [Forest of Songs] beasts held for Orel, but the narrative in the poetic legend, compared against his own witnessed scenes, highlighted contradictions that made him uneasy.

While Ronald was internally conflicted, the two beast girls had finished singing, and their curious and expectant eyes floated towards him:

"Sir, how do you think our singing was?"

"I... Lily’s voice is lodious and delightful—there’s no doubt about that; everyone loves it." Ronald first praised Lily and then turned to Mana, contemplating for a mont before speaking, "Mana was equally outstanding, and your song even invoked so of my mories."

The beast girls’ faces imdiately lit up with joy upon hearing his complints, but they didn’t forget to ask for the outco of the competition:

"So, who among us won?"

Ronald looked puzzled:

"Both of your voices are admirable. But for judging the competition, I find it honestly difficult to determine a winner..."

Ronald intended to continue evading an answer.

But just then, he suddenly turned his head toward the judge’s stand in the plaza.

Where Orel’s avatar was seated.

Suddenly, a peculiar noise ca from there!