I am the heroine's godfather!

Daisy wiped the cold sweat from her forehead: "It's an evil god, the Sleeper."

Everyone's eyes widened: "An evil god?"

"Correct."

Daisy nodded, then added, "However, the power contained in this mark is not very strong. It was probably just something done by some of the evil god's followers, without the evil god himself interfering."

"But why would they do that?"

Charlotte stroked her chin thoughtfully, while Daisy shook her head: "I don't know... but we have to tell Lorraine about this."

This time, the group didn't even bother reporting it to the Adventurers' Guild, since they weren't sure if the guild was trustworthy. In this situation, they naturally had to tell the most reliable person.

As night fell, the girls sat around a campfire in a clearing in the woods.

Anna poked at the charred grouse with a twig, while Laura tried to cool the scalding hot soup with ice magic.

Charlotte handed the hot soup to Daisy: "Lorraine said he'll be there soon."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "But I don't understand how cult activities of this scale could affect the climate..."

"I am not sure as well."

Daisy shook her head: "The Sleepers and His minions, those 'Eternal Sleepers,' have rarely appeared, and there are very few records about them."

Suddenly, the sound of snow falling from the treetops filled the air. The next moment, Anna realized that the grouse she had painstakingly roasted was missing a leg.

"The meat is a bit tough."

Lorraine, who had suddenly appeared, made a sharp comment. Anna blinked, looked at the grouse missing a leg, then at Lorraine who was eating with great relish, and couldn't resist taking a bite: "Ahhh, I worked so hard to roast this! It was for Daisy, why are you stealing it!"

Lorraine's previously nonchalant expression froze instantly. He already knew about Daisy's fainting spell. Although he had checked on her before arriving and found her to be alright, Charlotte and the others didn't know that. In their eyes, Daisy was still a patient.

In other words, Charlotte and her friends felt that what they were doing was not only stealing food from children, but also from patients.

Loran blinked, suddenly realizing that her reputation was about to plummet again.

Chapter 242 Loran: What kind of saint are you?

Fortunately, our Miss Daisy was understanding and changed the subject in time, so Lorraine didn't fall into an awkward situation.

Daisy, hello gentle.

Loran first cast several holy spells to remove debuffs on Daisy, and then used light magic to check her over. Only after confirming that there were no problems did everyone feel relieved.

"I already told you I'm fine."

Daisy offered a small rebuttal, only to be met with a lecture from Charlotte and the other two. This time, even Lorraine didn't speak up for Daisy, instead crossing her arms and saying, "You really didn't think things through this time. Although I know this is the most efficient way, I still hope you can prioritize your own safety."

Of course, if it were Loran here, he would also choose to perform divination without hesitation, but one thing is one thing. Loran can do it himself, but he would not want his junior to do it.

After being lectured by Mr. Lorraine, whom she respected most, Daisy could only obediently admit defeat and said she would never dare to do it again.

Daisy then recounted everything she had divined, and after listening, Lorraine pondered for a moment: "The Sleeper?"

The Gluttonous Pope mentioned that the Sleepers currently do not have their own agents, which means that the Church of Sleepers may not have any combat power above the Saint level.

But that's not the main point. The main point is that the Church of the Sleeping Ones has always kept a low profile. Even during the defense of the Holy City ten years ago, they only symbolically sent a portion of their forces. According to the records of the Vatican, the Sleepers are mostly in a state of slumber, only waking up on rare occasions to assign tasks to believers.

So, is this the Sleeper's request? Or is it the action of His followers—those who sleep eternally—their own?

Regardless, we still need to investigate. This cold wave has already affected a considerable area; if it continues, many farmlands in the south will likely suffer crop failures.

"You all go back first, I'll investigate."

"Ah."

Charlotte and the others knew that this was no longer something they could get involved in, so they readily agreed to what Lorraine had said.

The next morning, the four little ones embarked on their journey home.

Emerging from the forest and basking in the sunlight, Luo stretched and said, "Ugh~ sleeping in the tent was so uncomfortable, let's hurry back to the inn."

"Then, what about the assigned task?"

"Let's hand over what we've found out about fire-attribute monsters first."

Charlotte said, "Let's wait for Loran to handle the matter of the evil god."

After all, there might not be anyone stronger than Loran in the entire Adventurers' Guild of Petrie, so it's best not to let them send anyone to cause trouble.

Because Loran's killing of the Duke was widely known, Charlotte and the others guessed his strength was at the seventh rank. Surely, no one in the entire Adventurers' Guild possessed that kind of power?

Oh, yes, there are, Her Majesty the Saintess and Lord Lorian. But they're not people the Adventurers' Guild can invite. To put it nicely, they're the Adventurers' Guild's crown-level adventurers; to put it bluntly, the Adventurers' Guild just forced their way in.

"Alright, trust Loran. If he can't solve it, then we'll have to go to the church or tell the principal."

Laura waved her hand, turned around and glanced at the forest again. However, whether it was her imagination or not, she saw a towering spire in the middle of the forest, seemingly made of ice.

Laura rubbed her eyes, but the spire had vanished again.

"strangeness."

"What's wrong, Laura?"

Charlotte looked at Laura, who pointed into the distance: "There seems to be something over there."

"Is there something?"

Charlotte squinted and looked around: "There's nothing there."

Laura frowned as well. She had only seen it for a moment, so she shook her head and said, "I must have been seeing things."

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After the four little ones left, Loran sat upright in the forest, closed his eyes, and spread out his domain of laws, carefully sensing the fluctuations of magic power.

The cold wave was influenced by magic, and that magic was converging towards one place, until finally, it coalesced into the shape of a spire.

Loran opened his eyes, and heard the sound of a barrier shattering beside him. In the distance, a towering spire, seemingly forged from ice, stood high into the clouds.

"An interesting barrier."

Loran chuckled. This barrier looked like the work of a seventh-level saint. Even he might have overlooked it if he didn't sense it carefully.

However, it's still unlikely that this barrier can completely deceive Loran.

Even so, it was enough to attract Loran's attention.

A saint... Could he be the mastermind behind the cold wave?

Loran narrowed his eyes, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and headed towards the place where the magic was converging.

The towering spires resemble the style of the Cartel Federation, but are more classical, unlike the style of recent years, and instead look like the style of the Cartel's magical enlightenment period hundreds of years ago.

The magical enlightenment movement in Cartel was a movement that influenced the entire country hundreds of years ago. Before that, Cartel was just an ordinary country. It was only after the Enlightenment that Cartel gradually transformed into the mage kingdom with its numerous magic towers that it is today.

Could he be a saint who loves retro things?

Loran looked around the magic tower, and after a while, shook his head. Why think about these things? In any case, we'll just call the person out and ask them.

"A guest has arrived. Why does the unknown master of the magic tower not come out to greet him?"

Loran is a very polite person; he wouldn't blow up someone's house right away.

However, no one responded to him.

Loran sighed.

"three."

no response.

"two."

Still no response.

"one."

Loran narrowed his eyes, his figure slowly rising, his right hand raised high, making a grasping motion, and the surrounding magic surged and gathered in his hand.

"The Sunlight Gun".

A gun, purer than pure fire and more intense than pure light, gathered in Loran's hand, and then he slowly threw it down.

A high wall of ice suddenly rose up, trying to block Loran's attack, but it melted the moment it got close to the spear. Then came the second wall, and the third wall.

Until the tower was completely exposed to the unstoppable spear of sunlight.

"O ice, forged here, the wall of kings' lament!"

A woman's voice rang out, and a colossal wall suddenly appeared, colliding with the Sunlight Spear and unleashing a deafening roar. After a long stalemate, the colossal wall finally managed to block the Sunlight Spear.

The giant wall dissipated, and a woman dressed in a robe from the early days of magic, wearing a huge magician's hat and a monocle, appeared panting behind the ice wall.

"You rude brat! I am the Saint of Extreme Cold, and you dare to... Ahhh! No! Don't do it again, I really can't take it anymore!!!"

Seeing that Loran had conjured up a Sunlight Spear in his hand that was no weaker than the previous one, and perhaps even more powerful, the woman screamed.

"I was wrong, I was wrong! Please take that thing back!!!"

Chapter 243 Respect for the dead, let it go.

"Honestly, these young people nowadays."

Despite her young age, the Extreme Cold Saint Kasna sighed, took a sip of hot tea, and then the tea leaked out of her body.

Loran blinked.

Kasna blinked too.

"Hahaha, I forgot, the degree of soul solidification dropped drastically again because I used seventh-tier magic just now."

Kasna scratched her head, then realized she couldn't even touch her head anymore.

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"Are you... already dead?"

"Hmm, half-dead, I suppose."

Kasna stopped scratching her head, braced herself against the floor with the only hand she could still touch, sighed, and said, "I guess I'll be dead in the next couple of years."

Loran could tell, of course, that the man was nearing the end, but he wasn't too concerned; after all, birth, aging, sickness, and death were common occurrences in the world. He was now concerned with another question: "Is the cold wave related to you?"

"Hey, has anyone ever told you that you're really dense?"

Kasna complained, "I'm not bragging, but I'm pretty, right? Shouldn't you be concerned about me in this situation? Why are you so cold to me? You'll never find a wife if you keep acting like this!"

"hehe."

"Hmph! Don't blame me if you can't find a wife later, don't blame me for not warning you!"

This guy isn't wrong to call himself grandma; she really is from Loran's grandmother's generation.

According to her introduction, she was a saint from the Cartel Federation three hundred years ago, who personally mentored the current president of the Cartel Federation who led the Cartel magic enlightenment movement.

No wonder President Carter, who seemed so serious, could be quite eccentric when he went crazy; it turns out it was a family tradition.

"Hey, are you thinking about something bad?"

Kasna narrowed her eyes.

Loran nodded: "Yeah, hit me then."

"You! You! You! Humph! Bullying an elderly person living alone, I curse you to stay single forever!"

Kasna was in a fit of impotent rage.

"Okay, let's get down to business."

Loran steered the conversation back on track: "I'll give you a chance to explain. Tell me, here's what happened with the cold wave."

"This story begins three hundred years ago..."

"Then let's make a long story short."

"Hey!"

Kasna nearly fainted from anger. How outrageous! These young people these days are bullying an elderly person living alone. What kind of behavior is this?

Unfortunately, even if she were in her prime, let alone now that she's just a soul, she still couldn't beat this guy.

Although Loran only used two moves, and didn't even use the second move, Kasna could tell at a glance that this guy was definitely an eighth-level saint!

Are young people these days all this outrageous?

Kasna couldn't help but doubt her own talent. Judging from his life fluctuations, this guy was only in his twenties or thirties, yet he was already at the eighth rank? What about her, who had been at the seventh rank for over a hundred years before she fell asleep?