Azure Scepter

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She didn't hide her intentions; her rising intonation carried a hint of excitement.

At that moment, Trier inexplicably found Neu's witty remarks rather charming, even somewhat endearing.

"Jealous?" he asked with a smile.

“Jealousy is a sin that needs to be overcome,” Neu replied immediately, without changing his expression.

But the next moment, her tone suddenly changed: "But I can't overcome it, I am really jealous."

P.S.: Let's stick to consistent updates.

Chapter 233 Faith Value

Trier looked up at Neuer.

Noi raised the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a calm smile. Her eyes were deep and dark, her scarlet pupils seemingly veiled in a thin layer of gray.

The next moment, she extended her index finger, her pink nail gently touching her lips.

“I’m jealous—but I’ve already promised you that I will support you unconditionally no matter what you do.”

Before he finished speaking, Noy gently leaned against Trier's chest.

The time traveler casually put his arm around Noi's shoulder, and the cool yet soft touch mixed with the fresh scent of citrus wafted over him.

He was about to speak when the nun interrupted him in an extremely cheerful tone, "And I bet you're very excited right now, aren't you?"

Trier gently stroked Neu's silver hair, turned around, and pushed her to the edge of the table where the map was placed.

Noy offered no resistance; her smile deepened as she gently extended her right hand and tightly clasped Trier's left hand.

The cold touch traveled from Noy's fingertips to the space between the traveler's fingers. As Noy gently slid his fingertips, a fleeting, ticklish sensation followed the texture of his skin and flowed into his heart.

"Why do you say that?" he asked softly, staring into Noe's beautiful, ruby-like eyes.

Noy maintained her enigmatic smile and remained silent, but the next moment, she suddenly leaned forward and took Trier's earlobe into her mouth.

With a cold breath, a vague and ambiguous whisper flowed into Trier's brain through his cochlea.

“Master, I am your former fiancée—when you were having affairs with other women, your fiancée could only stand by, trembling, covering her mouth, watching in humiliation and helplessness—doesn't the thought of her shameful state excite you even more?”

"???"

Trier paused for a moment, then looked down in shock at Noe in his arms.

Noy is... way too twisted!

At that moment, the two looked into each other's eyes. A blush had crept onto Noi's fair and beautiful face, and her eyes brightened.

As their eyes met, an overwhelming sense of excitement, so intense it was almost impossible to contain, surged from Noe's mind into Trier's.

Neu was actually really excited?

Trier was dumbfounded.

“From this perspective, my jealousy has become a very interesting experience for you,” the nun whispered indistinctly.

“I didn’t, I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense,” Trier immediately retorted.

Noe chuckled softly, her fingers twitching slightly as she deftly picked up the broken amber necklace.

"You have to make it up to me!"

Trier's eyelids twitched, and he quickly snatched back Edith's necklace.

"This necklace won't do."

“Then share my senses, Master.” Noi winked slyly.

—That was her initial goal.

Trier's lips twitched slightly, then he chose to obey the spirit's request.

In an instant, an indescribable and wonderful tactile sensation came from my earlobe and palm, and two completely opposite senses, warmth and cold, rushed into my brain at the same time.

At this moment, he was somewhat lost in thought, and even had a subtle illusion of being out of place.

"I'm guessing you and Edith have progressed to kissing, haven't you?"

Noy's voice came like a ghost from beside her ear. Before Trier could respond, Noy grabbed her shoulders roughly and then kissed her.

This time, he did not run away as he had in the past. He let Noe’s skillful tongue pry open his teeth, tease his palate, and hook his tongue. The doubled tingling sensation was like an electric current rushing up his spine and into Trier’s will.

Amidst the wet, sucking sounds, he felt Noy grasp his wrist, then slowly guide him towards her long neck, her strong waist, her soft breasts...

This time, Pegasus didn't interfere with the kiss.

After a long while, Noi's pure white eyelashes trembled slightly, she slowly opened her eyes, and then reluctantly opened her mouth.

The nun gently licked her soft, cherry-red lips, and when she saw the broken amber necklace in Trier's hand, her smile deepened.

However, the next moment, a few pure white holy lights suddenly appeared in Trier's hand. The next moment, the space around the amber necklace distorted as if burned by the holy light, and the spider web-like cracks on the amber quickly returned to their original state as if time had reversed.

Noi was in a daze for a moment, then realized that legends could directly change reality through willpower.

For some reason, she felt even more excited.

"Master, shall we take it a step further?" she asked deliberately, bluntly and abruptly.

—Terrell will definitely feel awkward and flustered, but she will try her best not to show it. Then, just point out her shyness and make a joke. If she shows disappointment... then you can do whatever you want.

Noe's heart burned even hotter, and she thought with great anticipation.

However, to her surprise, Trier simply put away Edith's amber necklace calmly.

“It’s not the right time yet,” Trier said seriously.

"So when is the time?"

Trier was silent for a moment, then looked at Neuer with great seriousness.

"When the plague ends," he said in a deep voice.

After a pause, he continued solemnly, "We will save the Southern Duchy."

Noi was stunned. She stared blankly at her childhood sweetheart, lover, and master.

Bathed in the holy white light, Trier's face appeared exceptionally solemn. His tone was steady, as if he were not speaking of a plan, but rather recounting an inevitable prophecy.

In a daze, Noi inexplicably felt a sublime sense of dissolving all desire. She even felt as if she had entered some kind of heroic epic. She even recalled the lofty pursuits she once had in the distant past.

Blasphemously, Noy even felt at this moment that Trier was filled with divine radiance; he did not look like a mortal, but rather a saint or even a god who had stepped out of a religious story.

After Trier finished speaking, he lowered his eyes.

A line of cobalt blue information silently flashed across the corner of his eye.

[You have proposed the idea of ​​"saving the Southern Duchy" to your successor, Noy. When this proposal is completed, you will receive a large amount of Faith.]

[Warning: You do not yet possess divinity or divine office; faith points are locked]

Trier looked away and then said, "In any case, prepare for the battle a few days from now. That will be the first step in saving the entire duchy."

PS: This is a transitional chapter. Xiao Shui's chapter is 2000 words long. I'll add more later.

Chapter 234 The Avenging Angel (Part 1)

In the dark room, a black-covered notebook sat on an obsidian table.

This is the torture chamber on the top floor of the Aureno Fortress. The cold, black stone walls are covered with black scorch marks from the flames, and a tattered black woolen banner hangs down to the ground through a huge opening on the side of the room.

This is the top floor of the main castle of Aurenor Fortress. In the deathly silent castle, the crimson soul fire in the eye sockets of the undead is faintly visible in the ruins of the fortress, like carrion-eating fireflies.

Suddenly, a muffled scream pierced through the window of the torture chamber.

"Like this...like this...and like this again...increase the electric shock intensity, that's right—that's right, perfect! A brilliant idea!"

A dwarf wearing a monocle muttered excitedly to himself, the firelight in the dungeon illuminating his ashen skin and the unfortunate man being tortured.

The unfortunate man being tortured had already been disemboweled, his blue intestines spilling out of his stomach. They were then tied into a knot and hung from the ceiling.

The unfortunate fellow wailed in agony, his ravaged face contorting like a tomato crushed by a boot, while his emaciated and malnourished body revealed that he had not undergone military training and appeared to be just a subject who had been randomly captured.

Beside him were more than a dozen experimental subjects who had died. They looked extremely miserable and no longer had a basic human form.

"Quickly write this down! Electric shocks can enhance the durability of soul fragments and the physical body. Torrag, bless me! If I can get this patent approved, I'll be rich!"

Upon hearing the dwarf's words, the human apprentice beside him immediately grabbed a black notebook and began to write them down quickly.

The next moment, a ghostly blue spirit silently passed through the wall and floated into the interrogation room.

What's the point of getting rich?

It yawned deeply, "The money you save up will always be spent."

The ghost was handsome, but his eyes and brows exuded a melancholy air.

The dwarf glared at the ghost before putting down the stun gun.

"I need to pay off my loan. Once I've paid it off, I'll be completely free. Is there anything you need? If not, don't keep me from doing my experiments."

The ghost floated down to the side of the condemned man and sighed.

"Playing with corpses, paying off loans is truly the most meaningless thing in the world. If you ask me, this is slavery, only with a layer of skin. Normally, you would never be able to pay it off in your lifetime. And if you want to pay off your debts, hey, look, for a little bit of gold dragon, you have to come here and fight to the death with complete strangers."

“That’s called ambition, and it’s not just one golden dragon, it’s many golden dragons. Ghosts, stay away from my torture subjects.” The dwarf’s tone carried a hint of threat.

“This is called greed, not ambition—just as what you are doing now is not torture but pure abuse, don’t talk about conducting experiments, you are simply venting your sadistic desires.”

The ghost said nonchalantly.

"Moreover, according to the charter, I am the highest commander here, so you should show me some respect. Of course, I don't mind if you don't respect me, since I don't care."

After saying that, the ghost grabbed the victim's neck. The victim, who was already on the verge of death, immediately became dehydrated, his muscles rapidly dissolving. After half a breath, he turned into a dried-up corpse with bones clinging to his skin.

Strangely, the mummified corpse did not appear to be in pain; on the contrary, it wore a relieved smile.

The dwarf cursed angrily in his dwarven language, but took no further action.

After a while, he raised his hand, took off his monocle, and revealed a scarlet, sinister eye.

"So, what exactly are you doing here?"

The ghost snatched the black notebook from the apprentice, lazily flipped through a few pages, and then politely returned it to the apprentice.

“A human army is approaching us. They have retaken Danles City and will be here in a few days.”

The dwarf was silent for a moment, then frowned.

“They must know that we took the fortress down in just half a night, but they still dare to come here, so they must have something to rely on.”

“Smart.” Ghost nodded. “I personally observed this army a few days ago, and it’s incredibly professional—the scouts, the rearguard, the supplies, and even the formation are all perfectly organized. The recruited auxiliary soldiers do a lot of construction work every day, and they build new temporary camps for every step they take forward—I think we’re in trouble.”

"It's not easy to get you pointy-eared folks to praise someone," the dwarf mage sneered. "So, do these well-trained Orko people have any mages?"

The ghost shook its head: "From what I've observed, no."

“Then they’re not a problem—you don’t understand the power of magic, Pointy-eared Ghost.”

The dwarven necromancer suddenly stretched out his hand, and the wind of death slowly gathered in his palm. A chilling shriek suddenly rang out in the interrogation room. The next instant, all the corpses hanging upside down opened their eyes, and their twisted limbs swayed like seaweed in a trench.

"Before magic, swords, courage, organization, and morale are all meaningless. With just a few spells, they will all turn into new zombies."

“I was a mage in my past life.” The ghost glanced calmly at the hanging corpse. “If you had gone further down the path of magic, you might have realized that swords and magic are just ways to change the world with willpower.”

Before the dwarf could respond, the ghost continued to mutter to himself, "Logically speaking, an army lacking spellcaster cover should choose to march in concealment to avoid magical bombardment, but now, they are not concealing their tracks at all, which is very strange. It's as if they have 'Come and get me' written all over their faces."

“I can’t understand their motives, but they’re definitely not stupid, so there must be a purpose behind it—young man, if I were you, I would leave here immediately.”

“Young man?!” the dwarf chuckled. “I’m almost 200 years old, and you call me young man? Besides, do you expect me to abandon those commissions and become a shameful coward?”

“There’s no point in taking so many gold dragons. You can eat, sleep, and do research, so it doesn’t actually cost you much.” The ghost’s tone softened. “You have to be alive to earn them, but you also have to be alive to spend them. I don’t know many necromancers, but a few weeks ago, a necromancer named Morion suddenly died a violent death. I think he must have been quite famous. If I’m not mistaken, he might have been very close to becoming a legend.”

The dwarf did not continue to refute. He pondered in silence for a moment, and then surprisingly nodded.

“Pointy Ears, your intuition is always right. I’ll consider it—I fight for commissions, but what are you fighting for?” His tone softened.

“Me?” The ghost looked up at the dwarf. “There’s no point in asking me that question.”

"Then what has meaning?" the dwarf asked curiously.

“Nothing matters,” the ghost replied with a smile. “The world will eventually be destroyed, and we will all die in silence. Before the power to destroy the world, we should all remain humble.”

As the ghost's gentle words seemed to possess a certain magic, the death winds stirred up by the spell gradually calmed down, and even the irritable dwarf calmed down.

"If nothing has any meaning, then what's the point of you advising me to leave?"

The ghost did not answer, but in the flickering firelight, it suddenly revealed a strange smile.