After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 343 - 124: Partner, You Can Actually Transform into Human Form!_2
The minstrel fell silent, took a deep breath, gently plucked the harp in his hands, and a breeze stirred around him, lifting his body into the air.
"I’ll go and check it myself," he said with a smile to everyone, "if I can persuade them to stop fighting, the crisis will naturally be resolved."
With that, he flew towards the battlefield.
If it had been a battle between Cultists and Heroes, he certainly wouldn’t have risked getting close, but since both parties were world-renowned Heroes, they probably wouldn’t kill someone trying to break up the fight.
If he succeeded, he could become a world-famous minstrel.
After some time.
The minstrel returned wobbling through the air, his clothes torn and tattered, his skin bruised and battered, looking incredibly miserable.
After he landed.
"Did your persuasion fail, Fal?" Sister Luwei hurried over, her gaze filled with anxiety.
At this, the minstrel fell silent for a moment, touched the fresh blood flowing from his nose, and forced a smile, "They were fighting too fiercely, I couldn’t get close."
He reflected on his approach.
"I didn’t even get a clear look at the situation before the shockwaves from their fight blew me back. If I had continued approaching, I would surely have died."
Sister Luwei fell silent for a moment before saying disappointedly, "You’ve done your best, Sir Fal."
"Don’t be disappointed; they surely can’t maintain such intense fighting for long." Fal gestured with his hand and explained, "Once the intensity of the battle decreases, I’ll try persuading them again."
"Are you really all right?" Sister Luwei looked at him skeptically. Not that she doubted the minstrel’s abilities, but compared to peaks like Ahtal and Sol, he was still outmatched.
So she worried about the minstrel being killed by the shockwaves.
"It’s all right." Fal shook his head, displaying a calm smile, plucked his harp again, and looked towards the distant battlefield.
Then he saw a golden pillar of light splitting the sky, and the thick clouds were forcefully split in half, revealing the sky behind the gloomy clouds.
The thunder abruptly stopped.
"I’ll go take a look." Fal decided on the spot, and flew urgently towards the direction over the sea, turning into a small black dot that disappeared from sight.
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...
After a while.
"Here you go." Sol handed over his twin blades, and upon receiving them, Ahtal asked:
"Can I descend into Hell smoothly?"
"Of course." Xi Mu answered decisively, as Sol in front of him burned like a piece of paper, his body gradually turning to ash.
A direct hit from the Sword of Light inflicted excessive damage, causing Sol’s existence to be unsustainable, forcibly leading him to death.
"Well, that’s really good." Sol laughed heartily, hooked an arm over Ahtal’s shoulder, "When you become a demon, remember to battle me again in Hell."
"You’ll stand no chance then." Xi Mu succinctly replied, while Sol, unbothered, smiled and said,
"It would be a pity not to fight with all one’s might."
Xi Mu gave no reply.
"Oh, and if you meet that woman again, tell her thank you for me," Sol whispered, "the one who taught you the Ten Shadow Magics."
Xi Mu chuckled lightly: "She’s not exactly a good woman."
"But not a bad woman either." Sol smiled, his body completely turning to ash and vanishing into the air.
The interlude ended.
Xi Mu glanced sideways at the npc minstrel approaching from afar, waved to a small mare in the sky, and rode it, disappearing on the spot.
Interacting with the minstrel npc seemed a bit like a waste of time. Although leveraging this npc could enhance his reputation, he no longer needed to keep farming for more as long as he maintained not dropping too drastically.
Moreover, reputation could still be boosted by continuously causing scenes and cloaking oneself in a veneer of righteousness.
There was no need to focus energy on the minstrel. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
Before long, the arriving minstrel fell silent, gazing at the now empty battlefield, sinking into silence.
Should he fabricate a story about the battle between Ahtal and Sol? Considering Ahtal’s reputation and background, and combining it with a bunch of capable minstrels who could reconstruct part of the truth through the Astrologer, he decided against the idea.
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Windmill Kingdom.
Relying on the coastal winds, many windmill towers have been built in the mountains, providing residents with a lot of convenient power.
At this moment, under a coastal windmill tower.
The sea breeze brushed past as Xi Mu moved along the windmill tower to its rear, where he met a green-haired, mature-looking woman.
He sat down beside her, asking:
"Yemengade?"
"Ahtal?" the green-haired woman turned, looking at the man by her side famed far and wide, "they say you are the one managing the Church of Death?"
"The manager is Luwei," Xi Mu replied casually, denying his behind-the-scenes role in managing the Church of Death.
Yemengade scoffed at this:
"A man who dares to act but not to confess. But someone like you, a conspirator, would be strange to admit such things promptly, right?"
"Were there doubts like these, after all?" Xi Mu laughed lightly, not caring about Yemengade’s scoffing. This boss character was too blunt and also held grudges, otherwise, she wouldn’t have continued to stubbornly battle Sol instead of choosing to bypass the continent — simply for the sake of spite, she decided to land in the nation protected by Sol.
