Storm of Gods

Chapter 20: The male lead, female lead, and two male supporting characters

Dragon Capital, the capital of the Lilong United Kingdom, is a rising star in the Eastern Continent of Daoyuan, serving as its political and trade center. This is all thanks to the reforms of the great Governor Luther. His fame extends far beyond Lilong, with other countries following suit. The Church contributes money and effort, and the Church Council model is very popular in various countries.

The capital city was bustling with prosperity. The inner city, where land was incredibly valuable, was a place where only families that had produced at least one member of parliament could reside.

A luxurious manor.

Sunlight streamed through the window into the spacious and bright study. The bookshelves were filled with classics from various eras. A young man sat upright at his desk, a steaming cup of coffee beside him. On the table sat a red notebook and several other books, the top one being "The Political Wisdom of Grand Consul Luther".

The book is well-preserved, but it has clearly been read many times. Each reading brings new insights. Grand Archon Luther is a great architect who effortlessly mobilizes the entire kingdom, balances needs, and brings the multi-ethnic united kingdom to unprecedented unity, which has led to its current status.

The young man took a sip of coffee, looked out the window at the sunlight, a hint of reminiscence in his expression, grunted, opened his notebook, took out a delicate quill pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

On September 2nd, the wheel of fate continued to turn. In the majestic zodiac constellation, the male protagonist arrived, the female protagonist took her place, and everything was very harmonious. The male supporting characters arrived one after another, and this time there was a newcomer.

Miss Aries was as elegant and charming as ever. Her gaze lingered around me. She possessed an aristocratic air that could only be cultivated over three generations. Although there was a certain difference in our backgrounds, I didn't mind. Mystery and imagination would make her more appealing to me. I felt that this wonderful connection was worthwhile. We had a tacit understanding and mutual affection.
Taurus is a quiet, reserved person, and is older. He has probably experienced a lot of hardship and lost his optimism about life. His profession is most likely to be a mercenary or something similar. He is suitable to play the role of a guard in legends. Life is just so unfair. My starting point is his unattainable destination.

The new twins were rather naive and young, behaving quite like ordinary people. Their humility was a product of their environment, and their composure seemed forced in contrast to my calm demeanor. Judging from their accents and religious attitudes, they were most likely disciples from a certain lower city's religious academy in the Kingdom of Lilong. They exuded an air of "don't underestimate a young man's potential," making them rather incompetent supporting characters.

They will all be witnesses and supporting characters in my love story with Miss Aries. I look forward to seeing who the supporting characters will be.

The twelve zodiac constellations only summon those with extraordinary talent and destiny. In the future, I will guide two people to keep pace with my progress and become a part of my glory...

What color does she like? Noble purple… a bit old-fashioned; sky blue… a bit childish…

If she takes the initiative to show interest, should I keep my distance or accept immediately?
……

Half an hour later, the record was finally completed, ending with the diary's owner's motto: I am the chosen one, and the only one.

Closing the red notebook, a beautiful day begins.

. . .

In the Night Patrolman's office, Li Xin, who wasn't on a mission, spent the morning reading the newspaper. Speed ​​reading was a basic skill, and he paid extra attention to anything related to Luther. Combining what he had seen recently, he noticed something noteworthy: a few sentences were repeated many times.

For example: No one is unique, no matter where you come from.

Honor is of utmost importance to everyone; giving up honor is equivalent to giving up the opportunity for promotion.

Start aggressively, grow steadily, and break through by fighting.

The same inspirational quote appeared repeatedly, in different contexts, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. However, Li Xin always felt something was off, as if it was implying something.

No mysterious incidents occurred, and the night patrol's work was going quite well. Of course, that doesn't mean there was nothing wrong, but it just meant that newcomers like Li Xin weren't needed yet. The night patrol team had some peripheral personnel who were sufficient to handle miscellaneous tasks, such as dealing with an awakened cat or a crazed rat spirit. There were also some mysterious incidents in the city that were misunderstandings, and it would be impossible to handle them all, so a certain selection process was conducted. In the afternoon, he could familiarize himself with Hextech firearms at the night patrol's exclusive training ground and chat with Mo Feng. Deep down, Mo Feng envied others. He had once been a captain, and years of frontline night patrol work had left him with some psychological issues. Alcohol was a way for Mo Feng to control his emotions and relax. When he saw others carrying out missions, he felt a longing for it. In this line of work, one was almost cut off from a normal life. Like Captain Luo Jin, Mo Feng had no family and didn't care where he would die in the future.

"Old Mo, do you know anything about the Sacred Land?" Li Xin asked after listening to Mo Feng brag for an hour.

The conditions for entering the sacred land are divine relics. As long as you have divine relics, you can enter. Alternatively, you can enter if your spiritual energy is so refined that you can carve the Gate of Truth. Even if the former captain of the Night Patrol had never been there, he should have some understanding of it.

During the roundtable discussion, Ms. Aries mentioned some things, but not in great detail. In that kind of setting, he couldn't very well pry into her ignorance.

Old Mo smiled at Li Xin, took a sip, and said, "In all these years of night patrols, I've only met one person who knows how to chat. Xin, you've come to the right person. Back in the day, your brother was also glorious and favored by the gods. If it weren't for my firm faith, I would have been poached by other gods long ago."

Seeing Li Xin's eager-to-learn expression, Old Mo's heart was immediately spurred on. "Who gathers in that place? The church, secret organizations, the elites of the Council of Churches are nothing compared to me. When I was young, I was really fierce. I slaughtered my way through the sacred lands, solving one test after another from the gods. Some holy maidens from various sects even tried to seduce me. If I hadn't already made up my mind to shine in my night patrol post, you wouldn't be able to run into me now. Let me tell you, the holy maidens of the Blazing Sun Church are incredibly hot. Their breasts are so big you can't even grab them with two hands... The Frost Holy Maiden looks cold, but she's actually very passionate..."

Gudong~~~
"Old Mo, then what defines victory and defeat? What changes occur between victory and defeat?" Li Xin found it increasingly mysterious, feeling as if the other person was telling a story.

Glug, glug... Ha~~~
Mo Feng wiped his mouth, licked his tongue, and sized up Li Xin, his eyes narrowing. "All of the above is just bragging. I've never been to that godforsaken place. If you ask me for my opinion on the sacred land, my opinion is: don't go, don't touch, don't even think about it. That's not a place for mortals to set foot in. People should know their own limitations!"

Li Xin: ……

"Don't think I'm a coward. That's just how reality is. Even in Tianjing, it's deadly to have a Licker. What's the point of thinking about a sacred place? It's understandable that young people are curious, but it's always the curious ghosts who die. Even secret organizations and churches can't figure it out. What can people like us do there? Try to take advantage?"

Glug, glug, ha~~~
"I heard that although it's dangerous, you can return through the Gate of Truth if you encounter danger?" Li Xin continued to ask.

"I only know that there's no such thing as a free lunch. Whether you can turn back when you encounter danger is uncertain. You either need to be clear about your situation or have extraordinary strength. Otherwise, you'll just be the one being harvested." Old Mo said, his face red and his neck thick, his emotions gradually becoming more and more agitated, trying to express that he wasn't a coward, but rather a wise man.

"So, it means that anyone who believes in either righteous or evil gods can enter?"

"Hmph, who distinguishes between righteous gods and evil gods? You'll understand when you reach my age."

Mo Feng patted the silent Li Xin, knowing his skill and thinking the young man was unconvinced, "Our specialty as night patrolmen is handling mysterious events in real life."

In fact, when Mo Feng was young, he couldn't resist going in once, but he quickly came back and understood that people are different. Awakening spiritual energy is just the beginning. There are some levels that can never be reached. It's good that he was able to pull back from the brink.

Mo Feng stopped there; kind words couldn't dissuade a suicidal ghost. He had lost his former vigor. He gulped down a few more mouthfuls, waved his hand, and went to take a nap.

In the eyes of the dungeon and ordinary people, the Night Watchers are high and mighty, but in the eyes of the powerful and wealthy, they are just one of the many working people.

Lunch and dinner were both at the Night Patrol's canteen. The food was quite good, although not as delicious as Aunt Fei's, but it was free. I ate several plates of meat while pondering Lao Mo's words.

The fact that the people at the Round Table spoke so casually about the Sacred Land suggests that they all have powerful backers. He didn't care about that, but rather that the castle's power couldn't possibly be unaware of the Sacred Land. Would there be any risks for him to enter?
The problem with the dice needs to be solved. The Sacred Land is the best option right now, but the risk of entering is extremely high. Should we use the dice to make a prediction?

(End of this chapter)