Retired God King becomes Witch Idol Manager

Although he didn't know Catherine's purpose, the beautiful goddess king happened to be free and was happy to accompany her to relax.

This was a desolate mountain. Nolan descended the stone steps without displaying any extraordinary power to attract attention. He simply strolled towards the direction where black smoke was rising in the distance, where there should be a decent city or settlement.

884. A beautiful dream

The wilderness was desolate and sparsely populated. Nolan wandered aimlessly, simply following the guidance of the goddess of fate as he strolled through the world. When he passed through a canyon, he heard the sound of rapid hooves behind him.

A group of travelers caught up with them, seemingly heading in the same direction as the wanderers. The convoy consisted of thirty or forty people, and did not appear to be a mercenary group. Among them were armed guards and family members. The leader, a knight with the highest soul fluctuation, was only at the tenth rank, yet he was already considered a strongman in a secondary plane. The world at the bottom of the pyramid did not have the comprehensive advanced education system of the Star Alliance School.

The road to the Kingdom of Salu was a remote one, winding through mountains and rarely visited by humans. So the beautiful girl dressed in strange clothes by the roadside aroused the caravan's suspicion. Although she did not wear any family crest, her extraordinary temperament made her look like a noble person, possibly even from the main plane, someone that the local forces could not afford to offend.

However, the silver-haired girl's appearance was so striking that the caravan guards, who had never seen such a stunning beauty before, were inevitably shocked and became even more curious as to why the three frail girls were here.

A maid with a ponytail on the carriage glanced at Nolan a couple more times. They seemed to be escorting an important person inside the carriage. After confirming that the girl posed no threat, they passed the three people and drove away.

This was a trivial matter, and Nolan didn't take it to heart. Without saying a word, Keller Tiffany continued walking, waiting for fate to reveal itself.

Not long after, the two sides met again. The convoy stopped in the meadow at the canyon exit. The travelers who had arrived earlier had already set up camp and made fires before sunset to rest, choosing to set off again the next morning. There were also guards patrolling around.

The other party also saw the silver-haired girl walking out of the canyon. The ponytail maid hesitated for a moment, but still stopped the three of them and kindly reminded them.

“Unknown traveler, this path ahead gets foggy at night, making it easy to get lost and wander into dangerous areas. Monsters also occasionally appear here. It’s best to rest here for the night.”

"........"

Nolan remained silent, like a silent ice sculpture. The maid paused, thinking they didn't understand the Common Language of the Federation, and translated it again in the language of the Holy Alliance. The natives here often dealt with merchants from other planes.

"Are you also going to the Kingdom of Saru? If you don't mind, you can rest at our camp and share some simple food with us. Please rest assured, we are servants of the Dream Temple and will not harm anyone."

Just because someone won't hurt others doesn't mean others won't hurt them...

Nolan didn't want to pay attention, but she only glanced at them and saw the black lines tangled around the girl's body. The same was true for the others. Fate strings had tied a knot around them, and they might not live past tonight.

But Keller Tiffany tugged at Nolan's collar, so she stopped and walked away from the camp of the Dream Believers to sit down on a nearby tree stump.

As night fell, the silver-haired girl's unusual behavior aroused the curiosity of onlookers. She never put down the woman in her arms, and the other two women of different ages also behaved strangely, which seemed quite abnormal.

Skadi, drooling and lost in thought, is labeled mentally challenged by her maid; the blonde lady who can't walk may be suffering from some serious illness; and the exquisite silver-haired beauty, as delicate as a doll, might even be mute. Such a strange combination certainly evokes sympathy from others.

So the maid left the carriage, mustered her courage, and came to Nolan again, saying softly, "My name is Naya, and I am a loyal follower of the God of Dreams. My master cannot bear to see you sleeping in the wilderness. Please come over and warm yourselves."

"........"

"Excuse me, ma'am, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Our team has a good doctor, if you don't mind..."

"........"

Nolan tilted his head slightly and stared into Naya's eyes, making the girl feel uncomfortable, probably because she minded.

"Goo~"

Just then, Skuld's stomach growled loudly, and she finally snapped out of her daze, wiping her drool as she exclaimed, "Huh, where am I? I'm hungry!"

Naya blinked and pointed to the hot pot on the campfire behind her. "Uh, if you don't mind, we can provide food, although it's just some wild vegetable soup and fruit."

Skadi, of course, didn't stand on ceremony. She spread her little wings and flew over Nolan's head, once again shocking the others. This caravan included humans, mixed-race free people, and mostly lower-class demi-humans with impure bloodlines. In their eyes, winged races and elves were rare and superior races. These three ladies were indeed extraordinary.

Naya gasped, covering her mouth. She was glad she had maintained a respectful attitude. She looked at Nolan expectantly. Nolan sighed helplessly and could only follow her into the camp. What was the sleeping beauty in his arms doing?

"Ugh, this tastes awful. How did we end up in this godforsaken place? The elemental levels are so low."

The socialite rolled her eyes after taking only one sip of the wild vegetable soup, almost vomiting. Nolan glared at her, and the little angel pouted and obediently kept quiet. At least until the contract of indenture was fulfilled, she had to keep a low profile.

Naya and the other believers looked embarrassed but dared not approach the silver-haired girl. After a simple meal, they held hands and prayed softly around the campfire, asking the Dream God for a safe journey.

But the knot of misfortune binding them is so clear that even with Lady Luck by their side, they cannot change the end of their fate. The unresolved principles of calamity spread throughout the world, a nightmare for ordinary people. As for the native gods they have never even heard of, how can they protect them?

Phimes's act of abandoning the gods is the first key to unlocking a new era of chaos. The balance of destiny is disrupted, and the gods are reveling. Now, the weak gods are the first to suffer, and it is difficult for them to even preserve the humble truths they hold.

After Naya finished praying, she was satisfied. She saw the mysterious lady in Nolan's arms with her eyes closed and her brows furrowed. She reached out her hand, but before she could get close, Nolan grabbed her wrist. The slight pressure brought a little pain.

"Well, I just want... to let her get a good night's sleep. I've said it before, I'm a follower of the God of Dreams."

Keller Tiffany did not react, so Nolan released Naya's hand, letting her place her hand on Keller Tiffany's forehead. After a long chant, a gray halo appeared on Naya's hand.

Keller Tiffany's brow gradually relaxed, which surprised Nolan. He hadn't expected that this follower of the pheasant god would still be of some use.

What did you do?

"Give her a beautiful dream."

Naya smiled and was about to approach Nolan to ask about the origins of the three when a young man suddenly jumped down from the huge carriage behind her. He was tall and strong, yawning, as if he had slept the whole way and was peacefully enjoying the service of the other believers.

The youth emanated no spiritual energy, yet the aura of truth emanated from him. The divine authority that transcended the law alerted Skadi to something amiss, while Nolan merely curled his lips in admiration of his masterpiece. The youth, as perceived by the true vision, radiated the light of truth. Though weak, he truly possessed divinity.

885. Revelation of Fate

Indeed, inside the carriage was a living deity. Nolan had never wanted to get close to them from the beginning, nor did he care who would die tonight, but the mischievous goddess of fortune seemed to have a different opinion.

The collapse of the gods' ban triggered a new wave of chaos, with more gods being added to the game, either voluntarily or involuntarily. They dared not enter the game as openly as the Holy Mother of Light, but instead chose to remain low-key like the Goddess of Ice and Snow, waiting for the right opportunity.

"Mr. Matt."

Naya and the other waiters bowed respectfully. The young man stretched and hummed lazily, but as soon as he got closer, he noticed the charming silver-haired girl in profile and his body trembled.

"Who is she? I've never seen her before?"

Matt was overjoyed and reached out to touch Nolan's face, revealing the unspoken, ambiguous relationship between him and the other believers. Fortunately, Naya stopped him in time and whispered an explanation.

Matt paused for a moment, his gaze sweeping over the little angel and the sleeping blonde woman. He instantly put on a solemn expression and greeted her, "I see. Beautiful lady, may I ask where you come from and what brings you to the Kingdom of Saru? Perhaps I can be of assistance. You may not have heard of the Dream Temple yet. Since fate has led us to meet here, it must be destiny. There must be other revelations!"

Naya looked nervous and stood behind Matt, desperately trying to wink at Nolan, signaling her not to trust this guy. Matt had used this tactic on many other naive girls before, and once they fell for it, they would be lost in a wonderful dream.

Nolan stared silently at the campfire, the intense flames reflected in the depths of her crimson eyes. Keller Tiffany nestled against her chest and chuckled softly. Indeed, fate had led the witch here, but not to find some nobody.

"Who gave you permission to come near? Get lost!"

Skuld's eyes widened, and she yelled to stop the awkward young man who was slowly approaching. Matt saw that the silver-haired girl did not react, and he did not know whether she was deaf or mute. He could not do anything with his dream power, so he could only scratch his head and leave with regret.

Aside from the guards he hired, all the other attendants at the Temple of Dreams were women, and all of them were quite attractive. This shows the male god's wicked interests. He held the truth but used it to satisfy his own selfish desires, and committed despicable acts in the name of lofty faith. This is the true face of the gods.

It is unrealistic to possess unparalleled power without abusing it. This line becomes even more blurred among the short-sighted lower gods, who greedily enjoy the souls and bodies of mortals as their due offerings.

Matt, having made a fool of himself, had no choice but to sit aside and instruct the other servants to serve dinner. It was a feast that could not be compared to wild vegetable soup. Naya looked apologetic, after all, the two had completely different statuses in the temple.

During this time, Matt extended another invitation to share a meal, but Nolan ignored it again. Skuld was furious. Matt's gaze never left Nolan, but he cleverly suppressed his possessiveness and did not resort to unwise means to avoid attracting the attention of the apostles of the prime plane.

A dozen or so young and beautiful servants took turns attending to Matt, even doing small things like manicuring his nails. The mercenaries were extremely envious of this scene. Anyone who didn't know better would think that a great lord of some castle was on his honeymoon with his family. Being a charlatan these days must be so wonderful.

“I suddenly realized that my father’s training of hunting dogs wasn’t without reason. It would be such a waste to leave the truth to such creatures, just like Anuba.”

Keller Tiffany hooked her arms around Nolan's neck and whispered in his ear, as if in a dream. Her body was growing weaker and weaker, which was related to Claudia's ambition and Fimis's willfulness.

Despair spread like a plague across the world by the principles of calamity, disrupting the balance of cause and effect. People no longer yearn for the favor of the goddess of fortune but instead curse the injustice of fate. As the balance of the three-dimensional scales is disrupted, the remaining power of faith in the Fate Ritual leans entirely towards the goddess of mystery.

"drink!"

Matt, having rested throughout the journey, was full of energy. He had just finished his meal when he drew his longsword and pretended to practice, trying to attract the attention of the silver-haired girl. His flashy but impractical sword dance skills earned him the admiration and cheers of his servants.

The God of Dreams has clearly only just descended to earth. With his limited wisdom, he only uses the power to interfere with dreams to woo women. He has no other strengths, and his physical body is quite fragile, far from being worthy of being called an immortal god.

However, a ninth-order soul fluctuation is barely enough to protect oneself in a secondary plane. At this age, one could be considered a genius in the Kingdom of Saru, but nothing in the Star Alliance School. The natives here cannot afford the expensive tuition fees to study in the main plane.

The long night was unbearable, and the scarcity of light made Skadi feel terrible. To make matters worse, she was accompanied by an idiot, unaware that death's scythe was closing in.

Naya has a cheerful personality and is very curious about the outside world, but she has no way of understanding it. Unfortunately, Nolan doesn't speak up, so she talks to herself and complains a lot about the clumsy Matt, the so-called priest. When she mentions the purpose of her visit, she sighs again.

The kingdom where the Temple of Dreams was originally located was in turmoil. Regardless of who won the election, none of the heirs were willing to continue supporting a temple that was all talk and no action. Moreover, the reputation of the divine messenger Matt, who was rumored to have affairs with many noble ladies, was not good, and the temple's reputation was almost ruined.

So they came to Salu to expand their business and try their luck. To put it bluntly, they were just following the charlatan to freeload and see if they could curry favor with the powerful and wealthy, since Matt was best at fooling those dreamy socialites and rich ladies.

This is the fate of most ordinary people in the chaotic era: unable to escape their predicament, they can only drift along, taking things one step at a time.

Unbeknownst to them, the sleepy, lost girl slumped onto Nolan's shoulder. But the next second, a mercenary who went into the bushes to relieve himself shuddered, and with a "thud," an arrow suddenly pierced his head, and he fell to the ground.

The lead mercenary hesitated for a moment, then shouted nervously when he saw the flickering firelight in the canyon! "Enemy attack!"

The dozing guards were jolted awake from their slumber, only to become easy targets, falling one by one into pools of blood. Most of the women in the Dream Temple were girls; seeing the blood, they screamed and fled, seeking the protection of the priests.

Matt, on the other hand, reacted the fastest. Seeing that the incompetent mercenaries were no match for him, he cursed in anger and rushed into the carriage, snatched a few valuables, jumped on his horse, and fled into the depths of the fog. He had no intention of putting up a heroic resistance and did not care about the other loyal followers.

Skuld rubbed her eyes, dodged an arrow, and couldn't help but laugh at the scene. Little did she know what kind of fun the witch and this mistress hiding in the school were having. Since Nolan didn't say anything, she just sat there obediently.

886. A cowardly god, a wise god

As the firelight in the canyon drew closer, a group of knights carrying torches charged into the camp, hacking and slashing indiscriminately. None of the distraught servants and mercenaries escaped.

Nolan squinted, suddenly recalling the scene when he first met Chinara. However, this group of bandits were not ordinary bounty hunters, but a group of headless knights. Their soul fluctuations were all above the tenth level. By the firelight, it could be seen that their necks were empty, which made the others even more terrified. No matter how much they begged for mercy, they could not escape death.

“Thugs who worship the god of beheading. It seems their master has been watching this clown for a long time. I really can’t understand why Fimis chose this place.”

Nolan was also puzzled. She raised her eyelids and glanced at Keller Tiffany. So she had come to find that wretched sister. But Phimis was just an ordinary person now, wasn't she?

Watching her companions fall one by one, their heads chopped off by the headless bandits, their hair tied up and hung on their horses, Naya burst into tears, unable to believe the hellish scene she was witnessing. She suddenly remembered something, knelt down in front of Nolan, and begged for her help. If anyone could save her, it must be this mysterious girl.

"Please save us! We beg you!"

Nolan's expression was extremely calm, as if he were asleep with his eyes open, indifferent to the cruel scene around him, while the headless horseman's blade was already silently approaching.

In the end, Skadi frowned, unable to bear seeing this kind-hearted girl die before her eyes. She raised her hand and summoned a spear of light, which shot and killed the headless knight who charged at her.

The headless knights had no head and could not speak. They circled the campfire, surrounding the few remaining survivors. The headless knight in the lead held a snake-biting bow. He was somewhat surprised by the death of his companions. After noticing the unusual spiritual fluctuations on the winged man, he ordered his men to retreat.

After a while, the Snake-Biting Knight seemed to have discovered something. His body trembled violently, and he seemed to be frightened for a moment. He trembled slightly, bowed respectfully to the stunned silver-haired girl, and then led the others to chase after Matt in the direction he had fled, not daring to linger any longer.

"Looks like your reputation isn't big enough. Only one brainless idiot among these country bumpkins knows you. There are all sorts of birds in a big forest. Can someone without a head even survive?"

Skadi sighed, but felt it wasn't appropriate to joke in front of Naya. The headless knight was clearly there to hunt down Matt, and these poor kids were really unlucky to lose their heads for no reason. Saving them was just a simple matter, but the Witch of Chaos wasn't known for her mercy.

"Maybe it's because I wasn't wearing armor."

This was the first thing Naya heard Nolan say. She wasn't mute, but so what? The camp was filled with headless corpses, and only the four of them survived. The pungent smell of blood was nauseating, and Naya was distraught.

Nolan picked up Keller Tiffany and walked away into the distance, without even glancing at the lost girl sitting there dumbfounded. Skadi looked at Nolan, then at Naya, somewhat confused.

"You're leaving already? Where are you going?"