Starting with the sentries on the frontier

Chapter 133 No Talking Badly About the Mother Goddess

After explaining the general concepts of "spirit" and "spiritual realm," Liam specifically added, "However, given your current condition, it's not suitable for you to try meditation. If you're really interested, at least wait until you've fully recovered."

Zag was still very concerned about his life, so he listened to the advice, only asking one more question: "Is there any secret? I mean, the secret to meditation, or finding one's own spirit."

Liam replied, "To be completely focused, and to forget your own existence—that's the only way I can describe it."

"All right."

It was a rather abstract answer, but judging from Liam's expression, he was quite sincere.

Zag rested for a while longer, until he finally felt he had regained his strength, before standing up and saying to Liam, "I guess we should go back?"

"Of course, it's already very late."

As Liam spoke, he led Zag into the woods.

As the tide rose, the seawater had reached up to their calves. The cold, wet seawater seeped through Zag's leather boots and soaked into his trousers, making him feel a little numb in his toes.

Actually, winters in Dongchui Port aren't too cold, at least not as cold as winters in Beijing, but unfortunately there's no central heating, so relying solely on a wood-burning fireplace is hard to endure.

Especially when riding a griffin, the winter wind on cold nights cuts like knives across Zag's cheeks and nose, making his lips tremble with cold.

Fortunately, the seaside was not far from the stable, and the flight time was not long. Even so, when the golden mane landed, Zag seemed to be frozen into an ice sculpture. When his feet touched the ground, he could not even feel the existence of his own feet.

After finally saying goodbye to Liam and enduring countless hardships to return to the sentry post, Zag sighed contentedly as he pushed open the door and was greeted by warm air.

"There's no place like home, I almost froze to death!"

He complained as he began to take off his clothes, which were almost completely soaked.

Helford remained in his werewolf form, and seeing how disheveled Zag was, he even added a few more pieces of firewood to the fireplace.

Snowball retorted without hesitation, "Who told you to be such a weak Motoro right now!"

Zag had no interest in arguing with Snowball. After taking off his clothes, he went straight to the bathroom.

The water supply and drainage system of the sentry post is connected to the newly built water supply and drainage system of Dongchui Port, which means that hot water is provided even in winter.

So what could be more refreshing than taking a hot shower right now?

After showering and casually throwing on some clothes, Zag sat down with unusual seriousness opposite Snowball. The harpy was nestled comfortably beside the fireplace, its tail swaying with the crackling of the burning wood; it looked so cute you just wanted to...

Someone sent it to an advanced mathematics class!

"Snowball, there's something very serious I need to tell you."

Zag took a deep breath, fully prepared that he might actually pledge his loyalty to Agora and become Hakimi, and said under Snowball's questioning gaze, "I impersonated Agora's chosen one in front of Liam."

Snowball didn't speak, or rather, it thought Zag hadn't finished speaking, so it deliberately stared with its round eyes for a while, and when it realized there was really no more to say, it still asked in confusion, "And then?"

"Then?"

Zag was also puzzled: "There's no 'then'! I impersonated Agora's chosen one, will anything happen? Like, if Agora gets angry, he might turn me into Hagimi—I mean, turn me into a fairy or something?"

"?"

Snowball looked Zag up and down with a "Are you kidding me?" expression before finally replying, "Who gave you the illusion that you could be noticed by the Mother Goddess, or even cared about?"

"Well----"

Zha Ge was immediately rendered speechless by the rebuttal.

That seems to make sense?

Since the Holy Spirit is the Holy Spirit, and has so many believers and followers, he must be busy with many things all day long. Theoretically speaking, he really wouldn't have the mind to pay attention to his little karami.

But I am a descendant of the dragon! I am practically a dragon's offspring!

Thinking this, Zag straightened his back and said confidently, "But I am from another world after all. If the Nine Holy Spirits or the official institutions of the Eternal Supreme Kingdom find out, shouldn't they destroy me?"

Snowball rolled his eyes and replied, "If it's the Norse, that's certainly possible, and not far off. Their favorite thing to do is label any group they don't consider 'one of their own' as 'heretics' and then carry out genocidal raids. But—for the Nine Holy Spirits, no, for any demon god, what does it matter whether you come from another world or not? They themselves come from another world!"

Snowball's words made a lot of sense, and Zag was immediately convinced.

He cautiously asked Snowball, "So, it's actually okay for me to impersonate Agorah's chosen one?"

Snowball was speechless. It flicked its tail and said impatiently, "It doesn't matter if you're impersonating Mother Goddess's messenger!"

The Mother Goddess wouldn't bother with someone as insignificant as you—unless you do something that tarnishes her reputation and undermines her faith, then you're truly doomed!

Zag was stunned: "So the Holy Spirits are all this generous!?"

Snowball replied, "Of course not! Every Holy Spirit, no, or rather, every Demon God, has a different personality. If you were to impersonate one of Dirac's chosen ones or messengers, and He noticed, you might actually be taken to the hunting grounds and subjected to a thrilling escape like a poor lump of coal. Even if you survived, you would still have to face the curse of being turned into a werewolf."

"Your fate. But if it's the Mother Goddess, or—well, the Pale King and the Goddess of the Golden Moon are quite easy to talk to; even if they find out, they probably won't do anything to you. But Meretella is a different story; she's quite a hypocritical demon!"

Helford, who was mentioned by Xueqiu, seemed to recall some unpleasant memories. His expression turned somewhat resentful, and he let out a long sigh.

Although Snowball's words had reassured Zag, he was still a little wary, so he asked Snowball again for confirmation: "Are you sure I'll be alright? It's not because you're a fairy that you naturally have a romanticized view of Agora, so you always say things like that, is it? What if He's a petty and ruthless demon god?"

Zag's anxious, thoughtless words immediately enraged Snowball. It suddenly rolled over, arched its back, its fur bristling, and glared fiercely at Zag, shouting, "Meow! I'll bite you to death! If you speak ill of Mother Goddess again, I'll never speak to you again!"

Hmm, that's quite a threat. Zag doesn't want to lose the little cat's heart.

He quickly apologized, "Sorry, Snowball, I was just too worried. You know, I'm from another world and don't know Agora at all, so it's understandable that I was a little worried. But I still believe in you. I guess you wouldn't hurt me, right?"

Upon hearing Zag's apology, Snowball shook its fur, returning to its smooth, fluffy state, but its expression remained sullen, and it replied rather reluctantly, "Hmph! Of course, the great Snowball must protect its servant!"

Zag quickly tried to smooth things over: "Yes, yes, yes, this humble servant Zag still needs the great Snowball to guide him. Please forgive this humble Zag's offense, great Snowball, perhaps with an extra creamy fish paste mini-bread for supper?"

[Snowball's Rant]: Those foolish dragonborn are getting more and more absurd, even daring to speak ill of the Mother Goddess! Meow! Say another word and I'll bite it to death!

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