Chapter 5: Saving the World × Making Money √
Late into the night, the hero finally fell asleep.
Misa now had a chance to talk to Arlo openly and honestly. The two of them gathered together and analyzed the strange situation.
The hero’s adventure log showed no problems, and the Goddess of Light couldn’t find any abnormalities. In other words, all the hero’s actions were normal; his actions were purely due to his strange personality; it was simply his nature.
“The Goddess wants me to reform him,” Arlo was extremely distressed, “But I don’t know where to start.”
Misa honestly replied, “I don’t know either.”
Arlo: “Then what should I do?”
“I don’t know,” Misa whispered, “But I’m leaving.”
He had finally handed this strange hero over to the Divine Envoy, so what happened next had nothing to do with him, the Demon Lord.
The hero was the Divine Envoy’s responsibility, and his responsibility was to stay in the Demon Lord’s Castle and honestly wait for the hero’s arrival.
But Arlo grabbed his arm, refusing to let him leave.
“Isn’t he shy?” Arlo was a little anxious, “I’m not very familiar with him yet.”
Misa: “…I’m not familiar with him either.”
“Misa, can you stay a few more days? Help me think of a way?” Arlo painfully covered his face. “I need him to trust me first.”
Misa: “…”
Misa hesitated.
He didn’t understand the hero’s personality either; he might not be able to help Arlo at all. But seeing Arlo’s distress, he felt that he shouldn’t leave like this.
Besides, if Arlo couldn’t deal with the hero, then the hero’s arrival at the Demon Lord’s Castle would be further delayed. He should actively help Arlo get along with the hero.
Misa decided to step up.
“Don’t worry,” Misa said, “I’ll help you think of a way!”
Misa pulled out his notes from his classes in the Heavens.
Senior Demon Lord Alisa always liked to use various case studies in her lectures, including several common situations where heroes and companions in other worlds quickly warmed up to each other.
The fastest way was through sacrifice and selflessness.
Misa believed that no matter what kind of hero, when they encountered danger and their companion stepped forward to protect them, they would develop feelings for their companion. And for Arlo, who had been a Divine Envoy for many years, protecting a hero who had just left the starting village wouldn’t be a problem.
They only needed to encourage the hero to take on an overly difficult request in Celestial City and have Arlo protect the hero, preferably getting slightly injured in the process. Arlo would certainly gain the hero’s trust, and Misa could return to his Demon Lord’s Castle with peace of mind.
Arlo thought the plan was perfect.
He looked at the map, briefly checked the nearby terrain, and found that Celestial City was next to a volcano, full of dangerous terrain, ideal for implementing their perfect plan. Not to mention the Demon Lord was right beside him; arranging a few demonic creatures to act with them wouldn’t be difficult.
So that night, Misa sacrificed his sleep again, urgently dispatching two giants to hide near the volcano. Arlo contacted Goddess of Light Ginises, asking her to send a divine oracle to the Celestial City church, saying that a hero chosen by the gods would soon arrive to eliminate the terrifying giants hidden in the volcano.
The plan was flawless; Misa wanted to applaud himself!
The next afternoon, the three finally arrived at the church in Celestial City.
The bishop, woken by the divine oracle the previous night, had been waiting at the entrance of the church for the Savior Hero mentioned by the Goddess.
Seeing the three of them together, matching the description of the hero’s party in the Goddess’s oracle, he quickly stepped forward to greet them, respectfully asking, “Is this the hero?”
Lance was unaccustomed to being spoken to with such respect and humility. He could only frown slightly and introduce himself to the bishop, saying, “My name is Lance.”
The bishop smiled and changed his words, “Mr. Lance, greetings.”
Lance: “…”
Lance awkwardly looked away, towards Misa, as if at a loss and struggling to cope.
Seeing the hero’s rare look of seeking help, Misa couldn’t help but take a breath and stepped forward, taking the initiative to introduce their identities.
“Are you the bishop?” Misa bowed slightly to the bishop, “Greetings, my name is Misa, and this is—”
He paused, suddenly remembering…
A day had passed, and he still hadn’t asked the Divine Envoy’s name.
Misa turned to Arlo awkwardly. Thankfully, Arlo didn’t mind. He showed the bishop his standard smile and introduced himself, “I am Arlo.”
The bishop understood.
“Ah, Divine Envoy,” the bishop enthusiastically shook Misa’s hand, “The Goddess has sent a divine oracle, and I have been waiting for you for a long time.”
Misa: “…”
Arlo: “…”
Arlo’s smile froze on his face again.
Misa felt a little awkward.
“Uh… um…” Misa tried to pull his hand away from the bishop’s, “Actually, I’m not…”
But the bishop was too enthusiastic, and before Misa finished speaking, he had already turned to lead the three inside the church, saying, “Divine Envoy, you don’t need to say anything. The Goddess has already told us in the oracle.”
Misa: “…”
Arlo: “…”
No, Ginises didn’t tell him the Divine Envoy’s name was Arlo, right? And that he had golden hair!
Misa: “I really am not…”
“We have already prepared rooms and hot meals for the three of you,” the bishop said, “You must be tired from the journey, Mr. Lance. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.”
Misa took a deep breath, raised his voice, and said seriously, “I am not—”
Lance spoke in confusion, interrupting Misa.
“Need?” Lance frowned, “Anything?”
“Of course!” The bishop’s excited words were filled with enthusiasm, “You are the chosen one; we will provide you with all the help you need.”
Lance: “…”
Lance showed a slightly troubled expression.
This expression… Misa found familiar.
Yes, in Blessed Land, every time Lance tried to trick him, he would show this expression.
No, something’s wrong, this is bad.
Misa forgot to explain his identity. He almost wanted to rush forward and cover Lance’s mouth to prevent him from extending his harmful claws to the innocent church, but he was obviously too late; Lance had already spoken.
“Ah…” Lance said, “It’s just some minor problems.”
Bishop: “Please tell me!”
Misa covered his face.
“Your church…” Lance said slowly, “Is it short of vegetables?”
Misa: “…”
Arlo: “…”
The bishop was stunned, unsure what was going on.
But Misa knew.
Yes! Lance had made so many “wishes” in the village, changing the whole village, but the villagers’ basic livelihood problems still weren’t solved; they still had to rely on farming to support themselves.
But the irrigation ditch was repaired, and Misa even cultivated wasteland when building the town, making all the preparations. They would inevitably have a bumper harvest.
There weren’t many people in the village now. They could store the extra grain, but vegetables were a problem.
Celestial City is nearby, and Misa had helped them build the road, so they could bring the vegetables to the city to sell, but sporadic sales wouldn’t be as good as a stable large customer like the church. Selling the vegetables to the church would be a significant stable source of income for the villagers of Blessed Land.
In the end, the hero was still helping that village get rich.
Misa covered his face.
So strange.
This hero, he’s so strange!
The bishop finally asked hesitantly, trying to maintain his trust in the chosen one, patiently asking, “Mr. Lance, you mean…”
Lance: “If you are short of vegetables, I can supply them.”
Bishop: “…Oh, oh, oh, good, good, good.”
He clearly hadn’t recovered from the sudden shift in topic yet. He only remembered that the Goddess had said they should try their best to meet the hero’s needs because he was the chosen one and their future hope.
Even if this need…
…was very strange.
Lance was going to leave the address of Blessed Land with the church, and the bishop secretly pulled Misa aside, confusedly asking for his help.
“Divine Envoy,” the bishop frowned, “The vegetables from that village… do they have special healing effects?”
Misa: “…No.”
He was tired, he was distressed; he didn’t want to explain the hero’s strange behavior to anyone again.
He didn’t even notice that the bishop still called him Divine Envoy. He just wanted to return to his Demon Lord’s Castle as soon as possible, away from this strange hero, and curl up in his bed with his large wings and have a good sleep, wuwu.
Arlo finally couldn’t help but take a deep breath, interrupting what the bishop was about to say. “I am the Divine Envoy!”
The bishop froze.
Misa also painfully covered his face: “Yes, he’s the Divine Envoy.”
Bishop: “…”
The bishop awkwardly looked away, pretending to be looking at the scenery outside the window.
After a flurry of activity, the three finally sat in the bishop’s study.
The bishop, after all, was a seasoned veteran. He tried to forget the embarrassment just now and maintained his amiable smile towards the three, deciding to first introduce them to the divine oracle he received and their current situation.
“You are the chosen one,” the bishop said seriously, “Please bring light to the world.”
Lance remained silent.
“Going west will lead you to the Demon Lord’s Castle. Defeating the Demon Lord will bring light to the world,” the bishop said, “But the Demon Lord is too strong; going there now is tantamount to—”
Lance: “What did the Demon Lord do?”
Bishop: “…”
Misa: “…”
Arlo: “…”