After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 291 - 105: The Gathering of the Church of Death_2
So, they could only evacuate temporarily.
After they left, the White-haired Lolita turned around, facing Lord Ahetar who was sitting on the sofa and asked:
"What did you do last night?"
"Last night I just stayed here." Xi Mu replied, he indeed hadn’t left his room last night, although the person who fought the dragons was also him.
The ninth of the Ten Shadow Magics, Mirror Image.
Before the White-haired Lolita arrived at his room, he had used the Mirror Image to create a copy of himself, then let the clone roam around to distract the dragons and draw them to the depths of the sea for battle, incidentally farming a wave of experience points.
"Is that so?" The White-haired Lolita showed a suspicious gaze, but upon seeing Lord Ahetar maintain a composed smile, she sighed softly and said:
"Lord Ahetar, please do not harm my... clansmen."
"Are they really your clansmen?" Xi Mu retorted with a question, looking into the puzzled eyes of the White-haired Lolita, "The Dragon’s Curse is stained upon me, naturally provoking dragons’ aversion, yet you do not have this reaction."
The White-haired Lolita fell silent.
In fact, she also noticed that she did not have a natural aversion to Ahetar, as if that curse, which should trigger disgust from all dragons, seemed completely ineffective.
"Perhaps it’s because you were born with a defect." Xi Mu waved his hand signaling the White-haired Lolita to join him for a meal.
Regarding this, the White-haired Lolita did not say much; she sat down opposite Ahetar, her legs wrapped in white silk together, quietly and elegantly eating breakfast.
However, her little head was pondering why she did not feel repulsion towards Ahetar, even though there should be a strong Dragon’s Curse on him.
"If you are curious about why, why not try asking Eden." Xi Mu suddenly said, "There are few things in this world she doesn’t understand."
The White-haired Lolita’s eating movements paused slightly, and she nodded lightly and said, "Mm."
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Two days later.
"I’m going to attend a meeting of the Church of Death." Xi Mu stood in front of the door, his hand on the doorknob, looking at Eden and the White-haired Lolita inside the room.
"I won’t be back tonight." With that, he shut the door, left the inn, and set off toward Atlantis.
The journey was especially smooth; no dragons troubled him, probably because his clone had made them cautious over the last two days.
It must have been hard for anyone to accept that after struggling to kill his clone, to then find him completely unharmed the next day. Especially after having made significant sacrifices.
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Meanwhile, back in the inn.
"Sister Eden, why do you stay by Ahetar’s side?" The White-haired Lolita held her teacup and looked at the All-Knowing Saintess opposite her.
From her observations over this period, the interactions between Ahetar and Eden were very harmonious; sometimes, just exchanging a glance was enough for them to completely understand each other’s thoughts – a level of understanding not even many longtime lovers possessed.
However, this was exactly why she felt puzzled: there should be irreconcilable conflicts between Eden and Ahetar.
Yet, their relationship was harmonious and natural.
"Princess Evelyn, he is not a bad person." Eden raised her hand to ruffle the White-haired Lolita’s hair, displaying a gentle smile:
"It’s just that the fire burning the world made his personality a bit nasty."
The White-haired Lolita pursed her lips, clearly unconvinced, but feeling the gentleness in Eden’s voice, she felt there might be some truth in her words.
This had nothing to do with rationality; it was purely Eden’s unique charisma that made her willing to follow Eden’s train of thought.
However, soon after, she firmed up her own thoughts.
The man was indeed a conspirator intent on overturning the world, not the being swayed by Sulter’s fire as Eden had described.
"Sister Eden, there is something else I want to ask you." She looked at Eden, who maintained a genial smile, and asked:
"Why do I not feel revulsion towards Ahetar?"
"Without a doubt, you are also... a dragon." Eden responded, then shook her head, "But you are different from the ordinary dragon."
She pondered her words for a moment.
"You are a dragon who has died, yet continues to grow."
"I am dead and still... growing?" The white-haired lolita fell into confusion. If she had already died, why was she still able to grow, and why was she still able to linger in the mortal world? This was a complete contradiction.
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Deep sea.
Atlantis.
This was a thriving city built atop an underwater mountain range, capable of accommodating tens of millions of merpeople. The merpeople swam through buildings and palaces enveloped in bubbles, extending along the mountain range as far as the eye could see.
Prosperity that differed from the civilizations above ground.
"Fafnir, I didn’t expect you to move so freely underwater," Xi Mu was seated atop the head of a black dragon, looking at the ever-enlarging view of Atlantis. There were numerous merpeople coming and going by his side, all casting curious glances at him.
Human visitors were a rare occurrence in the underwater world, and to the merpeople, he was a novel presence, naturally attracting extra observation. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮
If it weren’t for the fact that he was riding a black dragon, quite a few curious merpeople would probably have approached him to strike up a conversation and bombard him with questions.
"As the strongest race, dragons are the most formidable, whether in the sky or the ocean," Fafnir replied calmly as its massive body sped through the deep sea. Bubbles trailed behind it, stirring up currents that made the surrounding merpeople struggle to maintain their balance.
However, such speed was meaningless to Ahtal, who remained firmly seated on the dragon’s head. He supported his cheek with one hand and gazed at the distant luxurious towers.
The merpeople below lived in air bubble-wrapped houses, leading lives similar to those of surface dwellers.
Though the merpeople could freely live in water and, in theory, gather enough resources for their needs...
The game developers, perhaps for the players’ convenience, created air... containing rooms to facilitate living, like cooking, which needed to be done in an airy environment to prevent soup from mixing with the sea water, or to stably place various furniture and clothing without being carried away by the water.
In short, the game developers rather awkwardly transplanted everything from above ground civilization to the underwater world and concluded that underwater civilization had to have air bubbles.
Otherwise many things would be unusable.
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Some time later.
In a structure enveloped by a giant bubble.
Xi Mu hopped down from the black dragon’s head and landed on the dry stone pavement as a few beautiful mermaids approached him.
"Excuse me, are you Lord Fafnir and Ahtal?" The leading mermaid had blonde hair and blue eyes, her figure exceptionally mature.
Apart from the fish scale patterns on her cheeks, there was no difference between her and humans.
"Yes," Fafnir responded arrogantly, "Lead me inside."
"Yes." The blonde mermaid nodded obediently and led the way without any sign of discontent. Wealth... truly does command respect.
As someone who works for others, as long as the boss is willing to pay, even if he wanted to test the tightness of a mermaid, she wouldn’t mind.
And these two lords were clearly not simple individuals.
Passing through the corridor, led by the mermaid, they arrived in front of the doors to a grand hall. The heavy wooden doors were closed, and a sense of danger seeped through faintly.
"I’m sorry, but you will have to proceed on your own from here," the mermaid bowed her head, stepping back a few paces, and murmured:
"The boss is already inside waiting for you." With those words, she left with the other mermaids.
Xi Mu and Fafnir exchanged glances, then pushed open the heavy doors and stepped into the hall.
It was a different world from what they had expected. The sky inside held a sun, and various dolls were suspended in mid-air. In front of their field of vision was a huge round table, surrounded by more than thirty individuals.
All eyes turned almost simultaneously to scrutinize Ahtal.
"Lord Ahtal, welcome to the Puppet Kingdom," a lively voice suddenly rose as a doll-like girl stood up from the round table and trotted over to greet Ahtal. As the doll girl showed her respects...
The expressions of everyone present softened.
If a doll girl showed reverence, the individual must be no ordinary fellow. They all knew the strength of the doll girl.
