Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first?-Chapter 485 - 100 Temporarily Paralyzed

"Ah, you’ve awakened," Eleanor slowly opened her eyes, only to see Aske looking at her expressionlessly.

Is this... Hell?

She weakly opened her mouth but couldn’t make any sound.

In fact, aside from her eyes and mouth, she couldn’t move any part of her body at the moment.

So all she could do was look at Aske’s face and the dazzling starry sky above him, feeling somewhat dizzy.

Is it... night now?

"Little girl, you’ve really backed yourself into a corner," Aske said to her, shaking his head.

I don’t understand...

Heavy drowsiness quickly overcame her, and Eleanor once again fell into a coma.

Speaking of which, have I failed in my education of the team? Aske thought to himself, bored out of his mind as he watched the blond knight faint again.

First Peggy, then Eleanor, all of them indisciplined and prone to rampages, yet their strength grows rapidly as if they were cheating... Doesn’t this encourage everyone to go to extremes?

The Level Promotion on the Path of Law involves the comprehension of Law Skills, and there are generally two recognized methods: emotional impact and experience accumulation.

Let’s use Huashan Swordsmanship as an analogy: emotional impact is like the Sword Sect, which is an unorthodox path that takes shortcuts. Although the upgrading cycle is relatively shorter, one aspect is unstable, while the other is a gamble on luck.

Unstable means that some can leap five levels overnight, while others might not go up a single level in several months; gambling on luck means that the Skills comprehended are uncontrollable and mainly related to the emotions and desires experienced during the impact.

For example, Peggy once tried to resurrect me and ended up comprehending a "Salvage Dead Consciousness" Skill, which is practically useless. In fact, similar effects can be achieved with the Spirit Witch Bloodline from the Spiritual Body Sect, so it’s a waste of a precious slot for a Death Law Skill.

If emotional impact is like the Sword Sect, then accumulation of experience is like the Qi Sect. Progression is more stable, and one can consciously learn certain concepts related to the Law during the process, striving to comprehend specific Law Skills.

For instance, Aske, having accumulated all this knowledge in the game world and bringing those memories to this world, could try to grasp the concepts again.

Upon reaching Lv.12, the Law Skill he learned called "Ambush" gave him the effect of concealing his presence, making it difficult to be observed by those around him.

Whether by visual, auditory, olfactory means, or Extraordinary Abilities, it was hard to detect his existence – this was concealment and hiding at the level of Law.

War Law. Ambush is one of the necessary Skills for players who specialize in War Law to learn. Its usage rate is second only to "Conceptual Weapon". The reason is that this Skill is unexpectedly useful whether it is for self-preservation or for ambushing others; its concealment effect is much stronger than the Mind Blind Zone of the Mind Sequence.

After all, the former is a Law Skill, while the latter is only a Sequence Skill.

Looking back hundreds of meters, towards the Dragon of Imagination sauntering closer at a leisurely pace, Aske sighed.

Shouldering Eleanor, he set out once again.

The Imaginary Dragon Bruno walked sedately across the plain, his mood somewhat helpless.

Through some Hidden methods, he could vaguely track the route the other had taken but was never able to pinpoint their exact location.

There were no living creatures in sight, and the Mind Vision was entirely empty, leading him to believe there might be some kind of misdirection at play.

Hmm, the other party must be using some kind of unknown Law.

But that’s not a problem; using Law inevitably consumes Spirituality. When it comes to the competition of Spirituality, a Demigod has no reason to think he’ll lose.

And so another day passed.

Aske didn’t walk fast. On the one hand, he was carrying a person on his back, and on the other he had to maintain "Ambush" to cover both of them, so he reduced his speed to conserve Spirituality.

By cleverly navigating the terrain, he shook off the Dragon of Imagination several times only to have him catch up again in half a day, sticking to him like a stubborn leech.

Bruno was also exasperated from the chase; this guy’s evasion abilities were unbelievable. Several times he nearly lost him completely, almost beyond his perception range.

He pondered whether it was possible to negotiate frankly with the other party, like initiating a broadcast Mind Communication, to spread the Emperor’s pardon widely and indiscriminately in the vicinity. This way, even if he couldn’t pinpoint their location, at least the other party would know about it.

But then again, he knew that the other party would definitely not trust his words.

"Umm..." Eleanor gradually came to again.

"Ah, you’re awake," Aske placed her on the nearby grass, helping her tidy her golden hair.

"Where am I?" Eleanor asked weakly.

"Little girl, you’ve really narrowed your path," Aske shook his head.

Eleanor: ???

It sounded like she had heard that line somewhere before.

"I... can’t move," she said softly.

"No kidding," Aske replied. "Does the Unyielding Holy Sword come without side effects? How many seconds did you activate it?"

"Over a minute... I don’t remember," Eleanor said.

"You’re a goner?" Aske was shocked. People’s brother Thunder could only keep it up for 10 seconds at most, and you managed over a minute? If this were in the professional esports world... 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

Well, it was not invincible either. There were many tactics that could limit the Unyielding Holy Sword, such as not letting her get close, etc. Compared to Peggy and her Death Law, that was the real game-breaker.

"Game-breaker?"

"Never mind, when we get back you can have a fight with Peggy," Aske said.

Why should I fight with Peggy? Eleanor suddenly felt somewhat aggrieved, probably the kind of "I can’t even move and you’re still picking on me" unhappiness.

"Alright, since you can talk now," Aske sat down beside her, "tell me, why did you suddenly leave the team?"

"Did you read the letter I wrote?" Eleanor asked.

"No," Aske answered.

"Well, it’s like this." Eleanor felt somewhat helpless and could only repeat the contents of the letter she had already written.

Aske: .........

"So how much did they pay you?" Aske inquired.

"Pay?" Eleanor was stunned for a while before saying, "It’s not about the money, it’s a moral issue."

"We’re mercenaries, not the United Nations peacekeeping forces," Aske retorted. "Why meddle in these trivial matters?"

"I don’t think it’s a trivial matter," Eleanor replied, a bit angry, "If this war continues, most knights and soldiers won’t be able to survive..."

"So what?" Aske asked curiously.

"So what?" Eleanor said incredulously. "Those are living people’s lives! They..."

"Haven’t we killed enough people?" Aske challenged. "In Constantinople, how many Frank Knights did you forget we took down?"

"That’s different!" Eleanor argued back. "That time they were the invaders, but this time..."

"This time is also an invasion," Aske stated. "To the people of Solomon, the Imperial Army is the invader."

"But most people aren’t willing participants," Eleanor spoke angrily. "That’s why I have to save them."

"And so?" Aske said expressionlessly. "So you dragged our team into this mess, and now the whole Empire wants us dead?"

Eleanor suddenly felt guilty, her confidence waning as she said, "I made sure not to show my face..."

"In an Extraordinary World, why do you think that not being seen means others can’t know who you are?" Aske asked unapologetically.

Eleanor had no response.

"I’m sorry," she said quietly after a long silence.

"Are you sorry to us? The one you owe the biggest apology to is yourself!" Aske swiftly said, seizing the moment.

Wow, that feels good, scolding someone from the moral high ground really brings a special sense of pleasure.

Eleanor fell silent, but tears soon began to swirl in the eyes of the golden-haired knight, making Aske feel just a tiny bit of compassion... about as much as a grain of rice.