Who taught him to restore the country like this

Chapter 212 The Hero's Sword Awakens

In the church.

Bishop Kevin quietly observed Kertia's reaction.

As he expected, Keltia's mind became unsettled again after learning of Roan's death.

Ron had a huge influence on her.

No, it should be said that her obsession with Ron was too great.

From a human perspective, Kertia's feelings for Ron are normal.

After all, Ron was her savior, and more than once.

And Ron is such a charming and tragic character.

The debt owed to such a person is so great that even giving your life wouldn't be enough to repay it.

Moreover, the debt of gratitude had not yet been repaid before the other party died.

It's perfectly normal for Kertia's mood to be affected.

Of course, this is from the perspective of an ordinary person.

However, from the perspective of the clergy, Kertia's performance was undoubtedly unacceptable.

It's not to say that all clergy members are heartless; they can have feelings too. But at the very least, they shouldn't let their emotions dictate their mindset as clergy.

How can clergy, as agents of the gods, place their personal feelings above the mission of the gods?

"Kertia, can you still see the road ahead?"

After a long silence, Bishop Kevin finally spoke.

He had noticed earlier that Kertia intended to leave the Vatican.

Now he is giving Kertia this choice.

Of course, as a former saint of the Radiant Church, Keltia has inherited the protection of the divine, and cannot easily leave the Church unless she retires at the age of thirty.

If she were to forcibly withdraw from the Holy See, she would have to reclaim the protection of her followers, which would mean the loss of all the power she had gained through that protection.

He basically became an ordinary person.

"Should we withdraw from the Glorious Church...?"

Upon hearing Bishop Kevin's question, Kertia asked herself the same question.

She wanted to quit.

He didn't withdraw because he was angry that the Papacy killed Ron.

Rather, it was because his own mindset was no longer suitable for that of a priest, so he chose to leave.

As for her strength, it's gone now, she doesn't care at all.

"I……"

Keltia spoke, and then proceeded to hand over the box containing the holy relic.

But when his gaze fell on the box, he suddenly remembered something.

"Oh right, how could I forget that?"

Kertia was startled.

She entered the Sanctuary in search of such a sacred relic, wasn't her purpose to resurrect Ron?

Now that the artifact has been brought out, it can finally be put to good use.

Kertia immediately withdrew her hand, which was about to be extended slightly.

“Kertia can see the path ahead clearly. Please give me some more time, Bishop Kevin.”

She suppressed the sadness on her face and solemnly pleaded.

She cannot leave the Holy See yet.

Without the backing of the Radiant Church, they lose the right to negotiate with the demons.

Kertia's answer surprised Bishop Kevin somewhat.

He glanced at the box in Kertia's hand. Kertia had seemed to be about to hand it over, but she changed her mind after seeing it.

What's in this box...? Bishop Kevin remained silent for a moment, but ultimately didn't delve into it.

This is something that Keltia brought out of the Sanctuary. As long as Keltia remains a member of the Radiant Church, this item belongs to her.

Since Kertia was unwilling to hand her over, they couldn't say anything.

"Opportunities are earned, so don't let me down, Kertia."

After speaking, Bishop Kevin turned back to face the statue, closed his eyes, and entered a state of prayer.

Kertia bowed and left the church.

……

The Kingdom of Orantia.

In the early hours of the morning in Kassel, a guest arrived at Wim's home.

"Master, I'm so annoyed."

In the backyard gazebo, Wim had just placed the brewed tea on the table when the woman opposite him, dressed in red leather armor, immediately began to vomit.

"I messed up all three of the A-level missions the guild assigned me recently."

She said with a worried look on her face.

"Don't take on tasks you're not capable of completing."

Wim poured her a cup of tea and said calmly.

"It's not that I'm incapable of completing it, but every time the mission is about to be finished, the person protecting the target runs off. That princess from the Titan Kingdom did it, and that weapon refiner from the Star Empire did it too."

The woman said, feeling very wronged.

"Because of the mission failure, the mercenary group's reputation was damaged, and now that battle-crazed leader scolds and berates me in front of others every day."

"I'm the deputy commander, after all. That woman showed me no mercy at all. My reputation in the regiment is about to plummet."

She downed the tea in front of her in one gulp and angrily denounced it.

"People trust you and entrust you with important tasks, but you mess them up, and more than once. You deserve to be scolded."

Wim held the teacup and savored the fragrant tea.

"Master, I am your disciple, how can you speak up for her?"

The woman said with dissatisfaction.

"Alright, that's all for your matter."

Wim put down his teacup and asked, "You came to see me so late just to complain to me?"

"Of course not, I came here specifically to see you, Master."

The woman said with a smile.

"You're just passing through here, aren't you?"

Wim casually exposed the woman's lies.

He knew perfectly well what kind of character his students were.

"Haha, Master, you understand me best."

The woman showed no embarrassment when her lie was exposed.

She was indeed just passing through on a mission.

I previously accepted a mission to escort the chief weapon refiner disciple of the Star Empire to collect weapon refining materials. Later, the materials were collected, but the escort target got lost.

After more than half a month of investigation, they finally received reliable information that the last place the escorted target was last seen was the Kingdom of Xiya.

In order to prove her skills, she brought people to search, but after searching for more than half a month and trying every method, she found no clues at all.

A few hours ago, the regimental commander sent an urgent order for her to return immediately.

She happened to be passing by Kassel, so she took the opportunity while her subordinates were packing to visit her mentor.

“Master, I see you are quite lonely here all by yourself. Why don’t you come back to the mercenary group with me?”

she said with a smile.

"I'm an old man, do you still want to torment me?"

Wim glanced at the woman.

"You don't need to do any tasks, just help us train the new recruits."

The Way of Women.

"No need, I'm quite comfortable here."

Wim said, but his gaze involuntarily drifted into the distance.

“You’ve seemed a little uneasy since just now.”

The woman followed Wim's gaze.

A waning moon hangs in the sky, dotted with a few sparse stars.

That's the direction of the magic capital.

Are you worried about my junior brother?

she asked.

The news that "the fourth generation hero is Mr. Wim's disciple" is not hard to find out if you live in Kassel for a day or two.

She knew that she had a junior brother. She also knew that this junior brother was being attacked by the three major religious orders.

Although she really wanted to help, she lacked the ability to do so.

Her strength was completely inadequate compared to the three major papal courts.

"I feel like this junior brother is gone."

The woman offered her own perspective.

My junior brother is very strong; he might be no less capable than her.

But his opponents are the holy sons and daughters of the three major papal courts.

"If you can't speak properly, then don't speak at all."

Wim glared at the woman.

"I'm just telling the truth."

The woman said, "I guess he's... um?"

Halfway through her sentence, she suddenly turned her head to look at the corridor leading into the house on the right.

Is it an illusion?

She seemed to sense the energy of a third person in the courtyard, but it disappeared in an instant.

Just as he was about to get up to investigate, the communication stone at his waist made a sound.

She looked away, grasped the communication stone, and the message inside entered his mind.

"Excuse me, Master, I have to go now."

"The commander is urging us again; it seems there's an urgent mission."

The woman stood up, shrugged helplessly, and drank the remaining tea in her cup in one gulp.

"Master, are you really not considering coming back with me?"

She asked one last question.

Wim shook his head, his gaze still fixed on the distant night sky, as if he could pierce through all the barriers and see the magical capital city after the turmoil.

"I've gotten used to the peace and quiet here. You... take good care of yourself, and be cautious during your mission."

"Don't worry, I won't lose my life like my junior brother. I will live to see you off in your final days."

the woman said.

Wim turned his head and started looking for a stick on the ground, his red leather armor leaving a striking trail in the night.

"I'm leaving now, Master. I'll come to see you again next time."

Standing on the courtyard wall, she waved goodbye.

Before leaving, she glanced once more at the direction where she had felt something amiss, her brow furrowing slightly, but the vibrations from the communication stone returned, urging her on.

It must be an illusion.

She rose and fell a few times, disappearing into the vast night.

After the woman left, Wim sat in the yard for a while before getting up and going back inside.

The courtyard returned to tranquility, with only the rustling of leaves in the evening breeze.

As winter drew to a close, the chill intensified.

The teacups placed in the courtyard quickly became covered with a layer of frost.

The faint moonlight shone down, forming a curved mirror that reflected the figure sitting at the table.

He was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his simple adventurer's clothes made him look like a naive and inexperienced newcomer.

"Is that the senior sister Mr. Wim mentioned who serves as the vice-captain of the Rose Mercenary Group? Her insight is truly remarkable."

The young man was none other than Ron, who had been teleported here via a return scroll and had changed his appearance.

He looked in the direction the woman had left and whispered.

The moment he teleported from the Magic City, he used seventh-tier magic to conceal his presence, but he was still almost discovered.

Fortunately, the other party had an emergency; otherwise, if they had investigated further, his current weakened state would have been difficult to conceal.

In particular, the divine nature of dark matter still remains within him.

Unlike before when he didn't care if he was discovered, this time he's going to stay silent for three months.

Therefore, the fewer people who know that "Ron is still alive," the better.

[Name: Ron Rhinet]

[Race: Human Race]

【Age: 17】

[Level: LV.68]

[Affiliated Factions: Kingdom of Rah (King), Tiantu Mercenary Group (Vice-Leader) [Switch], Kingdom of Orantia (Hero) [Switch], Uncrowned (King) [Switch]]

[Territory: Layton Territory]

[Reputation: 158510 (30/h↑)]

Experience: 342500 (10000/h↑)

I spent a week in the Magic City, but the earnings weren't high; my total reputation was barely approaching 36.

I just bought props to remove the marks inside my body, which cost 20.

Erasing Sabnir's Nightmare Seeds won't require that much reputation.

By erasing the symbols of the three major Vatican councils, they barely managed to buy a one-time-use item for 20.

In conclusion, this attempt to restore the kingdom in the magic capital resulted in spending more money than earning any.

But it's all worth it.

[Evolution] Power, ninth-tier magic, and the territory of the Kingdom of Layton—these are things that 20 reputation points cannot buy.

Especially the territory of the Kingdom of Layton, which he had never intended to take.

After all, without the backing of the three major papal courts, if he wanted to take over that territory, he would have to go there in person; otherwise, the Emerald Kingdom might not acknowledge it.

If he really goes there, it will probably be another thrilling adventure.

At the very least, there will be no shortage of all sorts of difficulties.

Risks and returns are not proportional.

Therefore, his original plan was to transfer the territory of the Kingdom of Layton to others, just to annoy the Emerald Kingdom.

But now, thanks to his clever arrangements, the territory of the Kingdom of Layton has been brought into his possession.

The restoration of a nation remotely is like the acquisition of an identity; it is established as long as both parties agree.

The Emerald Kingdom lost the contest, fulfilled its agreement, withdrew its troops, and left the Radiant Church to decide whether to hand it over to Ron.

The Radiant Church's strategy was to delay; as long as the one who made the pact died, the Emerald Kingdom would not have to fulfill the pact.

However, as the positions of both sides underwent a subtle change, the Holy See relented in response to his last wishes and handed over the Kingdom of Layton to him.

With the backing of the three major papal courts, the Emerald Kingdom dares not cause them any trouble.

There was no need to make things difficult for him. He had already handed over the territorial agency rights of the Kingdom of Layton to the Emerald Kingdom. Apart from reputation, the Emerald Kingdom could be said to have suffered no loss whatsoever.

Given that "Ron is dead," the Emerald Kingdom can afford to wait three months.

"If I earn 10,000 per hour and eat like that for three months, I might be able to reach level 90."

Ron was in a good mood.

Finally, I can make money while lying down.

Three months of winter in the river, three months of spring in the west; never underestimate a young man's potential.

Let the world have some peace of mind for these three months.

King Ron of Lah is dead; next up is the adventurer Beretta.

Ron got up, intending to find a place far from the city to cleanse the remaining dark matter divinity in his body.

Then you can enjoy the life of an adventurer.

As for heading to the Star Empire, north of the Sky Sea, there's no rush.

There are still three months left.

Ron was very relaxed at this moment.

Little did he know, he wasn't in a hurry, but someone else was.

After meeting with Bishop Kevin, Kertia returned to her room to rest.

Soon, she met Sabnir, a cadre of the Demon King's army, in her dream.

And Lilith, the commander of the Third Legion of the Demon King's Army and a Great Demon.

In just a moment of meeting, the Great Demon Lilith extracted what she wanted from Keltia's spirit.

The progress towards becoming a Demon King has increased dramatically.

The corresponding impact of this event is...

In the depths of the palace in the capital of Orantia, the long-silent sword of the hero suddenly trembled violently.

Then, to the astonishment of everyone in the palace, it flew off in one direction.

And that direction was exactly where Ron was.

(End of this chapter)