Chapter 66: The Relationship Between the Hero and the Divine Envoy
Misha stared at Lance in silence.
He felt like a fool being spun around by Lance. Every move the Hero made was clearly deliberate, just to see him make a fool of himself. Why was he racking his brains to help such a hateful, annoying Hero?
Misha looked away.
He didn’t want to talk to the Hero anymore.
How could he forget? This Hero had done so many bizarre things and was full of strange schemes. At least so far, Misha hadn’t seen anyone who could stump him. Can’t make up an excuse? That in itself was an excuse the Hero made up.
Let the Hero do whatever he wants. It was the Hero who would be caught, not him. What did it have to do with him? Even if those humans claimed he was an accomplice, it wouldn’t affect him at all. If push came to shove, he would just revert to his Demon Lord form and run back to the Demon Lord’s Castle.
After all, the God King was omniscient and omnipotent; the gods wouldn’t misunderstand him.
As for this Hero, let him dig his own grave.
Hmph!
Misha glared at the Hero for a moment, then turned and walked away.
He was tired. He didn’t want to think anymore.
Whatever happens, happens.
He might as well go back to sleep!
But the Hero stood motionless, showing no intention of chasing Misha to bring him back. He clearly didn’t plan to apologize. This attitude… Misha felt even angrier.
He stomped back toward the knight’s camp, but suddenly stopped, vaguely remembering something.
This morning, when Samuel came to find him, he had mentioned something.
The human High Priest was arriving, and that High Priest was an extremely powerful mage who mastered the “Art of Insight.” Once he arrived and entered the Holy Land to look at the Gate to Another World, he might instantly figure out who the culprit was.
Misha remembered the sword Lance had used, which was tainted with the strange magic of the Gate.
No, he had to go back.
He had to tell the Hero about the High Priest and the problem with the sword so the Hero could find a way to avoid the immediate crisis.
Misha turned hurriedly, about to run back to find the Hero, only to glance over and see the Hero standing not far behind him, looking at him with some surprise.
Misha: “…”
Lance: “…”
Misha: “…If there’s nothing else, I’m leaving.”
So embarrassing!!!
Half a minute ago, he had sworn not to care about the Hero’s life or death, nor whether the Hero would be exposed. How much time had passed? Why did he suddenly want to tell the Hero this news again!
Lance coughed lightly and asked, “Come over and talk?”
Misha: “…”
Misha glared at Lance with a ferocious look, wishing he could punch Lance in the face. He tried his best to put on an unyielding stance, and then—
He walked over to Lance.
“Let’s go somewhere else,” Misha said angrily. “They’ll hear us.”
Lance: “…”
Lance smiled.
But when Lance smiled, Misha felt angry.
He even wanted to rip Lance’s mouth off right there to prevent this annoying Hero from saying anything shocking in their upcoming conversation. But of course, he couldn’t do that. He could only think of other ways, for example—
“I have something very important to say,” Misha said seriously. “Could you please keep your mouth shut the entire time and not speak?”
Lance: “Mmh…”
Looking at Misha’s expression of suppressed anger, he nodded seriously.
Lance: “Don’t worry…”
Misha: “Shut up.”
Lance: “…”
Lance actually shut up.
Misha felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
He had wanted to say those two words to the Hero for a long time.
Today he finally had the chance. If possible, he wanted to say it to the Hero a few more times.
“Your sword,” Misha thought for a moment and decided to start with the sword. “Did you use that sword to destroy the Gate to Another World?”
Lance: “Sort of—”
Misha: “Shut up.”
Lance: “…”
Misha felt satisfied again.
It felt great. He had wanted to interrupt the Hero for a long time too!
Today! He was going to pay Lance back for everything!
Misha: “I saw the magic on that sword.”
He didn’t plan to expose that he knew the Demon Eye. Samuel had mentioned the High Priest’s spell to him, called the Art of Insight. So he would just combine and simplify, calling his spell “Insight Eye.”
“I once learned a spell,” Misha said. “Called Insight Eye.”
This time Lance didn’t speak. He just nodded silently at Misha.
“This spell allows one to see the residual magic on items and the flow of magic in certain things.” Misha took a deep breath, putting on a very serious expression. “I saw the residual magic of the Gate to Another World on your sword.”
Lance: “…”
Misha paused for a moment, waiting for Lance’s response.
A moment later, he saw Lance nod, seeming to acknowledge what he said, but fearing another scolding, he forced himself not to speak.
Misha was very satisfied with the Hero’s reaction.
Given the current situation, as long as the Hero wasn’t happy, he was happy.
“From that sword, I can easily tell that you are the one who destroyed the Gate.” Misha thought for a moment and added, “If I look at the magic on your person now, I should also be able to see the traces left by the Gate.”
Lance nodded obediently again.
“Samuel told me this morning that the High Priest is coming soon,” Misha whispered. “I heard… he knows a spell called the Art of Insight. I think he might also be able to see the flow of magic in the world.”
Lance: “…”
Misha: “It’s very dangerous. As soon as he sees you, he’ll know the truth.”
Lance: “…”
Misha: “We have to think of something to at least get past this for now.”
Lance: “…”
Misha paused again, coughed, and hurriedly tried to distance himself.
“Not ‘we’,” Misha turned his head away. “You think of a way. This has nothing to do with me.”
Lance: “…”
Lance seemed to want to speak very much.
He stared at Misha, his direct gaze filled with the desire to express himself. It made Misha feel a bit guilty. Misha had already said everything he wanted to say; he hoped the Hero would come up with a solution. At a time like this, naturally, the Hero needed to speak.
So Misha cleared his throat. “Alright, you can speak.”
Having held it in for a long time, Lance let out a sigh of relief, cleared his throat, and said, “I only have one question.”
Misha: “Ask.”
“The High Priest?” Lance showed a puzzled expression. “…The Boxing Champion?”
Misha: “…”
This Hero!
What on earth is he thinking about every day!!!
After a long persuasion from both sides, Ismael and Lance stood face to face once again.
Both of their expressions were somewhat subtle, and the atmosphere was incredibly weird. Neither seemed willing to speak first, only re-evaluating and staring at the other.
Ismael thought, This world is coming to an end.
This Hero looks so reliable on the outside, so why is he so unreliable in action?
Lance also nodded, performing a quick conversion in his mind.
High Priest = The man who rules the Church.
Royal Capital Knight Order = Church Knight Order = The High Priest’s Knight Order.
Then Ismael, as the Knight Captain…
So, he is the Boxing Champion’s man.
Lance showed a look of immense admiration for Ismael. This time, he even took the initiative to smile at Ismael and said, “I understand.”
Ismael, who hadn’t said anything: “?”
Lance: “Before the High Priest arrives, I will enter the Holy Land to investigate.”
Ismael didn’t know why Lance had suddenly changed his mind, but he sighed in relief that the Hero was willing to enter the Holy Land.
“But I have a condition,” Lance said. “I want my Divine Envoy to come with me.”
Ismael nodded.
A Divine Envoy should also count as a person chosen by the gods.
This definition might be a bit vague ordinarily, so under normal circumstances, they wouldn’t support a Divine Envoy following the Hero into the Holy Land.
But the situation was special. The Hero likely needed a mage to assist him. In that case, letting the Divine Envoy go in with the Hero wasn’t a big problem.
Thinking of this, Ismael turned around and stopped a knight passing by. “Where is Divine Envoy Arlo?”
The knight paused, shook his head, and said, “I think I saw Divine Envoy Arlo just now…”
He turned his head, about to point out the direction Arlo had left, when he heard Lance’s confusion.
“Looking for Arlo?” Lance said. “No need.”
Misha: “…”
Ismael: “But your Divine Envoy…”
Lance reached out and tugged at the fabric of Misha’s elbow. “As long as he comes with me, it’s fine.”
Misha: “…”
Misha naturally understood Lance’s meaning.
They weren’t going into the Holy Land to investigate; they were going in to destroy evidence. In that case, if Arlo went with them, that would be real trouble.
But even so, what Lance said was really too weird!
People already speculated about some improper relationship between the Divine Envoy and the Hero. Samuel was already thinking about him and the Hero in a strange direction. And now the Hero had to say it like that on purpose…
One look and you could tell the Hero was up to no good. He definitely did it on purpose.
Misha remained silent, glaring fiercely at the Hero.
But Ismael just smiled, looking extremely calm. “You two are really close.”
Misha: “We aren’t.”
Lance: “Mmh… he says we aren’t.”
Misha shouted sternly, “We’re not close!”
Lance nodded. “Not close.”
Misha: “…”
Ismael: “…”
Ismael nodded thoughtfully.
Ismael: “No wonder Samuel wrote to me saying—”
Misha turned his head and stared at Samuel nearby.
Samuel: “…”
Samuel hurriedly coughed twice, hastily interrupting Ismael.
“What relationship? No relationship,” Samuel stammered incoherently. “Just a normal relationship between a Divine Envoy and a Hero!”
Misha: “…”
Why does he sound so much like he’s trying to cover something up?
Ismael nodded as expected. “I understand.”
Misha didn’t dare look at Ismael’s expression.
He could only agree to the matter hastily. He didn’t dare say another word or think too much about it. As long as he pretended not to know, whatever others thought had nothing to do with him.
Right, that must be it!
Ismael had already changed the subject. “I will have someone prepare the equipment you need to enter the Holy Land.”
He thought for a moment and asked, “Lord Lance, did you bring a weapon?”
From the first time he saw Lance, he hadn’t seen the Hero carry any weapon. But the Hero had to fight the Demon Lord; danger surrounded him constantly. In such a situation, how could the Hero go out without a weapon?
He could only assume that perhaps the Hero’s weapon had a unique shape or was easily hidden, so he hadn’t noticed it at a glance.
But unexpectedly, after hearing this question, Lance acted as if he remembered something important. He turned to Misha and asked, “Where is my sword?”
Ismael: “…”
Samuel: “…”
There are so many people here. If the Hero spouts nonsense like this, people will really misunderstand their relationship!
Misha tried to explain.
Misha shouted nervously, “…How should I know!”
Lance frowned. “Didn’t you insist on sleeping with my sword last night?”
Ismael: “…”
Samuel: “…”
Misha: “I… I…”
Damn it, but that’s the truth! How can he refute it!
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