Chapter 181 I Am the God of Light, I Can Do Whatever I Want

Alger Wilson closed a cowhide notebook and looked out the window at the sea shrouded in white mist. He controlled the power of the wind to wrap around himself and stand suspended in front of the window.

He admired the white world outside. His mind felt peaceful and his thoughts spread in all directions. Gradually, he slowly closed his eyes and enjoyed this moment.

Although the Sonia Sea is not like the Misty Sea and often has heavy fog, every morning in autumn and winter, the northern area will still be filled with not-so-thin fog from time to time.

The "Blue Avenger" he was driving was crossing the sea of ​​mist along the border of Sonia Island and returning to the coast of Loen. This time it was time to return to the Church of Storms to report on his duties. More importantly, he had to seize the time to seize the remaining time. Ready to set up.

Alger mentally planned his future trip in an orderly manner, including material reserves, the Church of Storms' tasks in the war, the opportunities in the war, and most importantly, the tasks assigned by Mr. Fool.

For him, a church member who has been with the sea for a long time, rescuing the masses may not have much to do with him, but he can maintain order by sending his men to Bayam.

No.

It's not enough, he has to perform well enough, but once the war starts, the Church of Storms will also take action

The tasks of the two immediate superiors may conflict.

Alger's thoughts began to become a little messy, and he felt that he needed to take some time to sort them out, and complete the mission of Mr. Fool to the greatest extent while also doing the Church of Storms mission part-time.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and a bit of silver flashed in his pupils. He saw a huge ship with sails hanging silently passing by in the heavy fog in the distance.

This ship is not alone. There are many others of the same kind behind it. They form a long fleet. The mottled scarlet rust on these ships means that there are high-ranking Hunter Path Extraordinaries on them.

There is at least one Sequence 4 iron-blooded knight on it

"The war has come." Alger floated down on the deck and looked solemnly at the silent fleet heading towards the Kingdom of Loen.

Sunia Island was one of the trigger points of this war. This island has a vital strategic position for both the Loen Kingdom and the Feysac Empire.

If it is occupied by Loen, Fusac's Eastern Navy will be blocked in the icy north and unable to compete for the various colonial islands in the Sunia Sea. At the same time, if Fusac's army wants to start a war, it will also be around. Travel nearly thousands of kilometers to the mountains.

Sunia Island is occupied by the Fusac Empire. From here, all ports in the north and central part of Loen will be within the strategic attack range of the Fusac Kingdom. Even the capital Backlund will be attacked by Fusac at any time. Imperial air raids.

In fact, the war between the two countries for strategic points has been going on for twenty years, but this time.

Recalling the news he learned at the tarot meeting, Alger felt his hands and feet were cold.

The war involving the gods may not be easy this time, and it will be far more violent than the frictions of all sizes in the past twenty years or so.

The storm is coming

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At 8:00 in the morning, inside the Nightingale Tavern.

Derren Esso, the deputy minister of justice of the Loen Kingdom and the former owner of the Nightingale Tavern, is organizing employees for "team building" together with his personal subordinate Elsa.

He couldn't figure out what the angel was thinking. He shouldn't speculate on the thinking logic of a mythical creature. It might be a ritual requirement or a deeper purpose.

But who cares? Delen Esso touched a piece of paper on his chest, which recorded the Sequence 3 chaos hunter-related formulas and ritual conditions.

That angel has given him enough sweetness and even promised to give him the main material and his own job based on his contribution to the work? What's your job?

‘Isn’t my job to take care of everything for Lord Salil and track down information about the original moon worshipers? ’

The Deputy Minister of Justice is not at work during working hours? There are still ministers. Who cares where a deputy minister with no hope of competition has gone today?

As for whether this angel has any shocking conspiracy, this is something that the church and kingdom leaders should worry about. He can no longer escape control, so it is better to think about how to obtain the greatest benefits.

Hmm. And He has a certain relationship with the Church of Dark Night. Maybe I can also join the Church of Dark Night.

"Didn't those children come?" Derren Esso looked at McCarrou who came to the tavern in regular clothes and asked: "Mr. Salier prepared gifts for the underage children."

McCarrou was silent for a moment, shook her head and looked around, "Isn't the new boss here?"

"No, Mr. Salier will not be here today." Derren Esso glanced at the time on his watch and made a very gentlemanly gesture of invitation.

McCarrou shook her head and said with some apology:

"Today is Nalo's birthday, and I want to go back to celebrate him."

"If you can, please help me thank Mr. Salil for his kindness."

Delen Esso looked at McCarol, "It's the same thing if you bring them here."

"There are too many of them." There was longing in McCarrow's eyes, and she looked at the lively tavern slightly absent-mindedly.

"I'm going back."

Delen Esso nodded, and the presence of McCaro in front of him faded away. This girl didn't like to be exposed to the public's view. He knew some basic situations but didn't want to interfere too much.

As a former boss, he only provided the girl with a job after she refused to join the official organization. Thanks to her, he had an extra income of about 100 pounds a month.

Of course, if she continues to be under him, he will also make use of her if he encounters a situation where she can be used. It is not impossible for a Sequence 7 Beyonder to further his studies.

"I hope this angel brings the gospel instead of the abyss." Derren Esso sighed and cheered up again and began to guide the employees in some entertainment activities.

Backlund Hillston District, Seventh Avenue, Star Church.

Klein walked along the aisle towards the large prayer hall, and the disguise on his face gradually removed to reveal his true face.

The narrow high windows along the way were inlaid with fine blue and red patterns, letting in wisps of morning light that was dyed with color. It was as blue as black and as red as the moon, making the surrounding area extremely dark.

The style of the Church of the Night in various places is actually very similar, but the style here is most similar to the Church of St. Selena, the headquarters of the Church of the Night in Tingen.

Klein glanced at the Holy Emblem of Night on the altar, then looked up at the sky, lowered his head, clasped his hands, and began to pray:

"Goddess of Night, nobler than the stars and older than eternity, you are the mother of secrets, the queen of disaster and fear."

A moment later, a female figure wearing a simple linen robe, a bark belt, long black hair, and no shoes or socks walked out of the church's prayer room.

The leader of the ascetics of the Church of Night, the earthly angel Arianna.

Unlike before, surprise and confusion appeared on her calm face, "The goddess asked me to cooperate with you and those two."

"God?"

Backlund, Kings Avenue, Serenzo Restaurant.

Zhongli put down the tableware in his hands, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said gently to the restaurant's head chef Lampelo:

"Today's lunch banquet will trouble you."

"If so." Lampelo chuckled and said, "Although there was a previous reservation, your willingness to use the same menu is a big help."

This middle-aged man with red hair and thick arms smiled heartily. He was wearing a white chef's uniform and saluted Zhongli.

"Are there enough manpower?" Zhongli asked.

"Everyone, even those on vacation, have been recalled." Lampelo patted his chest and made a reassuring gesture, "We can fully cope with today's noon banquet."

"That's good." Zhongli smiled, picked up the towel brought by the waiter, wiped his palms and walked out the door.

A tall young female chef with short blond hair hurriedly ran out of the corridor, holding a small box in her hand.

"Good morning, Miss Lucia." Zhongli greeted Lucia who was running over.

"Good morning! Mr. Mora!" Lucia held a small box in both hands, her face flushed, "This is my new dessert cake, can you please try it in your free time?"

"Lucia!" Lampelo was about to yell, but when Zhongli raised his hand to stop him, he stopped what he wanted to say next.

"I happen to want to eat some sweets." Zhongli took the cake box from Lucia's hand, "May the goddess bless you with a wonderful day, Miss Lucia."

"I'll tell you what I think of this cake when I come in at noon."

I prefer it to be what you think of me.

Lucia nodded, looking at Zhongli's back as he walked towards the lobby of Serenzo Restaurant and then left, she couldn't help but fantasize in her heart.

Zhongli walked out of the restaurant and took a carriage along the King's Avenue to Memorial Day Square.

The Kingdom's upper and lower parliaments, departments, city hall, and the Kingdom's Ministry of Finance are all here. There are also many early-rising pedestrians in the square. They include civil servants, students, and workers. They are walking in all directions one after another.

Zhongli walked towards the fountain in the center. A flock of white pigeons flew on the road. He found a bench next to the flower bed and sat down, holding the cake box Lucia had just given him in his hand.

The yellow leaves of the Intis sycamore tree were drifting in the wind. He opened the small box in his hand. Inside was a small piece of red rose cake, with white animal cream written on it in Rune language, 'May you have a wonderful life. One day', there is also a small wooden spoon next to it.

A smile appeared on Zhongli's lips, he picked up the wooden spoon and tasted it quietly.

"Sir, you are really in good spirits." A man with black hair and brown eyes sat down on the other side of the bench where Zhongli was sitting. He poured a cup of hot tea into the cup-shaped lid of the thermos cup in his hand.

He handed the hot tea in the lid to Zhongli, "Would you like a cup of the tea you just brewed?"

Zhongli glanced at the man and reached out to take the cup lid, "Thank you, Mr. Benson."

Benson was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise: "Do you know me?"

"I know your brother Klein, and he once introduced you to me." Zhongli put down the wooden spoon, looked at the deep red tea soup and said:

"Don't you have to go to work?"

"You must be his colleague." A trace of sadness flashed in Benson's eyes, and then he laughed, "My brother said that every minute you work in the unit is charged, and you will not be given a salary increase if you arrive early. "

"Especially employees like us."

"It's his character," Zhongli said with certainty.

Five minutes later, after finishing the cake, Zhongli drank the hot tea in one gulp and handed the lid back to Benson.

Benson glanced at the time on his watch. It was 9:00 in two minutes.

Putting the lid on the cup, Benson raised the hat on his head to say goodbye, "I'm about to go to work. I wish you a good day."

"Mr. Benson." Zhongli spoke slowly and said with a smile:

"Every separation will be reunited one day."

Benson paused for a moment, smiled, and replied affirmatively: "Yes."

Backlund, North District, St. Samuel's Church.

Su Lin squatted at the top of the church, with a bronze bell with stars and crescent moon hanging above his head. He stared at the horizon, where the sun rose.

There was a thick cloud on the horizon that began to move towards Backlund, as if being blown by the wind, but at an extremely slow speed.

Different from the world of the Dragon Clan, it didn't matter what he did in that world. Lu Mingfei's future would not be worse than the past. He could do whatever he wanted and others would take care of it.

Not this time

Speaking of which, his process of gaining strength was basically a leap forward. It had only been less than two years, and Su Lin said in the group that no one would dare to compete with him for this position.

From frugality to luxury, he has unknowingly adapted to his current power, and in a short period of time, the things he has experienced are neither too small nor too small.

But when he thought about the scene he was about to witness with his own eyes, his mood didn't get better.

It's not that Su Lin has never seen war, he has risen to the top of the war in the pirate world. Compared with this war, the scale of the war in the pirate world is far smaller than this one.

But this actually has nothing to do with me. I am just a passerby, right?

Sometimes I actually envy Azu. If he were Azu's character, he would just get benefits and then leave, do whatever he wants, and just make himself happy.

‘I am the God of Light, I can do whatever I want! ’

Su Lin shook his head and threw the messy thoughts out of his mind.

The software thinking is not compatible, and the hardware strength conditions are not supportive. Unless he can step on the Seven Gods and tear the past apart, unfortunately, it may take more than ten years, and it is not certain that he will be lucky for decades.

Su Lin set his sights on Backlund Technical University not far away.

The yellowing dead leaves fall with the autumn wind. Students either hold books or carry bags, walking back and forth on the campus.

This time is different. They are all civilians just like me before. They are not pirates or navy.

"well."

With a long sigh, Su Lin pulled the bell rope to ring the ancient bell.

Boom——

Boom——

With the distant sound of the bell, Su Lin's face dissolved into the void like a mirage, changing from a blond young man to his original appearance with black hair and black eyes.

There seemed to be light blooming like buds in the depths of his eyes, which turned into platinum in an instant, and particles of light gathered behind him to form six bright wings of light.

Su Lin smiled in the direction of Backlund Technical University.

Suddenly, his body collapsed and turned into white balls of light the size of marbles, rolling and bouncing from the top of the tower along the red-tiled eaves, falling to the streets, to the roofs of houses everywhere, and to everyone on campus. A corner.

Backlund Technical University is an institution of higher learning in Loen. As the first class of students of this newly established university, these young people are full of vigor and yearning for the future. They gather together every day to discuss ideals, recite poetry, and research. Technology, simple and happy.

Melissa Moretti was walking among the students. She heard the bells ringing from the direction of the church. She looked up at the top of St. Samuel's Church before entering the door and couldn't help but stop.

"Angel."