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Herbie raised his brow and puffed out his cheeks on the spot.

"Why, you still want me to die?"

Herbie knew that wasn't what Blaze meant. She knew her own situation best. Having been pierced through the chest by a world-class weapon, then suddenly waking up after falling into a coma, she herself had her doubts about what had happened.

But Blaze's words were a bit too direct.

"Actually, it would be more convenient if you died. I also have a profession that can help you resurrect. Moreover, I recently established a connection with the world of the dead by killing a god. Even if you die, I can bring you out." Blaze knelt on one knee on the ground, raised his head and looked at Herbie seriously, especially paying a few more glances at the place where Herbie was covered in blood before.

"Hey! You seemed to have said something serious just now, huh—"

Herbie raised her eyebrows, and before she could be surprised by the huge amount of information in Blaze's words, Blaze had already stretched out his hand and tossed it towards her.

Pinching his face, touching his lips to feel his breath, rubbing his neck, Herbie's face grew redder and redder, steam even rising from it. The chicken beside him opened its mouth wide, achieving the ultimate in melon-eating—silent cheering. The old lion and Chiron huddled aside, mumbling something bizarre.

Finally, Blaze's hand stopped at Herbie's chest. Herbie raised his head, clenched his fists, and veins popped out on his neck.

"Great, you're still alive."

Blaze's voice was hoarse and trembling slightly. Herbie lowered his head helplessly and held Blaze's head with his hands.

The knight moved cautiously, as if afraid she was hallucinating. Beneath the shell of a mighty lion and silver werewolf knight, he was still a big boy.

"How could Lord Herbie Hermes fall in a place like this? I still have twenty years to become the president of the Hermes's Traveling Hat, and fifty years to build a business empire."

They were silent for a long time before they separated. Blaze looked at his hand that had touched Herbie's chest and opened it slightly towards the sky. The blood that had flowed from Herbie's chest that day finally floated from his hand into the sky and disappeared.

Hebi patted her chest in frustration. It was a rare moment for her to complain about her still body, which lacked any hint of affection. She glanced at Blaze furtively, and upon seeing that he showed no emotion other than relief, she sighed in resignation.

"Did you really kill the second-generation One-Eye? Couldn't you try other methods first?"

"A guy named Ku... Idiot from your [Hermes' Traveling Hat] said that you can only be resurrected if you kill the second-generation One-Eye." Blaze found a step and sat down. He did have a lot of things to verify with Herbie.

"He didn't say why, though. I originally thought the Second One-Eye was an obstacle to your resurrection. But I didn't expect that after I killed the Second One-Eye, you would be resurrected."

"Well... I only remember that the second-generation One-Eye said that the person who killed him would become his unborn brother." Hebi pinched her chin and thought hard. Fortunately, she had a good memory and clearly remembered what happened before her death.

That was the most rational moment in her life, but it was also thanks to the astrological tarot cards. [Devil] symbolized giving in to one's greed, which was not a good thing anyway.

"So you became a god?"

Blaze stood up, clenched one hand into a fist, and raised the other hand high. Then Blaze changed several postures in succession, and finally shook his head.

"Probably not."

"What on earth is God in your eyes?" Herbie covered his face helplessly, thinking that Blaze's previous actions were a test of his own [divine power].

"At least use the second-generation Cyclops as a reference."

"One-Eye..."

Blaze pinched his chin, narrowed his eyes, and thought for a long time. Then he raised his hand and tentatively wrote a symbol in the air. It was the rune writing of the second-generation one-eyed man, but there was no response. Clearly, although the secret of the rune had been released, it still needed to be obtained.

"It seems I haven't become the so-called god."

Blazer's impression of God is so poor. After all, the second-generation one-eyed man as a god gave him the impression of being arrogant and indifferent to life.

"Ah, there seems to be one more thing..." Blaze suddenly remembered another characteristic of the second-generation one-eyed man besides the runes and being very annoying. He tentatively waved in a random direction.

A long spear fell from the sky like a meteor, and stopped in front of Blaze very quietly.

Gungnir

"This..." Blaze was stunned. He just summoned it, but he didn't expect it to really appear.

Hebi's face was filled with anguish. She had no regrets about the thing that had pierced her heart. After all, it was a divine weapon, a world-class piece of equipment. Being pierced by it was like being struck by a windfall.

What surprised her was that Blaze could actually summon Gungnir like the second-generation Cyclops.

"Are you sure you haven't become a god?"

"I don't know whether I became a god or not, but I'm sure that without my knowledge, I became the son of an old bastard. But that old bastard seems to be both a god and a king."

"Wow, what a story about a down-and-out prince!"

The old lion stood up helplessly. He knew that if he didn't speak, the two little guys would start to have wild thoughts.

"The death of the second-generation one-eyed man has many causes and effects, including his own death and where his death began." As one of the old guys, the old lion at least made it to the Age of Gods during the Age of Gods and knew a lot of secrets.

"The second-generation One-Eye was destined to be killed by his blind brother, but there was no such god in the Age of Gods. Now that you have killed the second-generation One-Eye, the vacant title naturally falls on your head..."

The old lion paused and glanced calmly at Herbie, who looked aloof from the situation.

"Just like a lion's fur is proof of becoming a king, not the reason for becoming a king. A title is more of a proof of identity, and it won't have any other impact on you."

"Oh - I thought I would be forced to acknowledge my father because of this title." Blaze breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, Odin was okay, just a little bad. If this had any unclear impact on the second-generation One-Eye, it would be chilling.

"Yours... is like this." The old lion narrowed his eyes, and locked his gaze on Hebi calmly, a cold star slowly emerging from his palm.

At this moment, Herbie was staring blankly at Blaze's back, and something evil seemed to be born in his cloudy eyes.

"What's wrong?" Blaze turned around and found Herbie looking straight at him.

"I always feel like you have something that should be mine. Do you owe me something..." Herbie was a little dazed. Something in Blaze's body tempted her, making her think that it was her right to snatch it away.

"Well... don't I owe you enough?" Blaze thought for a moment and answered seriously.

The stars in the boy's eyes fell into Herbie's eyes, and the turbidity and evil were dispelled. Herbie shuddered and suddenly realized.

"That's right, you must work hard in the future and don't let this happen again! Lord Herbie is not always so lucky."

"Follow your orders~"

Chiron placed his hand on the old lion's shoulder and shook his head firmly at the old lion. The old lion was silent for a moment and slowly put away his claws.

Chapter 416 The End of Farmers

Out of courtesy, Blaze met with the chief of the elves, the first elder of the Annual Council and also the oldest elf.

The main reason was that Hebi wanted to meet him. Merchants, after all, always had an insatiable appetite for the highest levels of power. While the elves' reputation wasn't great, it was limited to the kind of harassment that would make even a sleazy tree laugh and give them a tingling sensation.

Putting these aside, elves can be said to be a truly noble race. They have a natural affinity for nature, are excellent archers, have a strong friendship with humans, and are of noble character (aside from their strange habit of harassing short-lived species).

The most important point, without a doubt, is that they are separated from human social structures but are willing to communicate with humans.

After regaining consciousness, Hebi was escorted around the city, built atop the giant Tree of Life. The elves' lives were primitive, but not backward. Instead, they seemed to have returned to their roots after countless years of seclusion.

The current economic structure of humans is very backward compared to the elves. They no longer need to conduct monetary transactions and have directly entered a stage of self-sufficiency. Of course, this does not mean that you can get free things from the elves, or cheat them.

The difference between elves and other noble races with long lifespans, such as dragons, is that they are also extremely intelligent and can easily see through humans' little calculations, but their vision is so broad that they may think about taking revenge a thousand years later.

Elves, on the other hand, possess the vision of a short-lived species. Because they live too long and have nothing to do, they will always focus on one thing. Even if they don't do anything extreme and hostile, they will definitely not let that person have an easy time.

The purpose of Hebi is to trade goods.

While elves are self-sufficient, they likely lack things other races possess, like culture and equipment. While elves are one of the world's oldest races, they should be interested in things belonging to the sky giants and orcs, who were once completely feral and hostile before the outsiders appeared and resolved the problem.

The elves were a race that lived in the Golden Sea of ​​Trees, where even a single leaf was an extremely rare item. Unfortunately, aside from strangers, few could reach the Golden Sea of ​​Trees, and even strangers rarely visited it a second time.

If a stable trading channel can be established, it will undoubtedly add a large number of new goods to [Hermes' Travel Hat].

Hebi's negotiations with the Elf Chief went smoothly because Hebi knew how to address the situation, clearly stating his demands and bargaining without any trickery. The Elf Elder, though young and handsome, had a look of dejection in his eyes, clearly disliking exhausting intrigues, and so the negotiations with Hebi went smoothly.

Unexpectedly, the Elf Chieftain was very interested in the Goblin Village Hebi had casually mentioned, and expressed a desire to learn more about it. As for how to do so... that was up to the elves themselves.

Blaze yawned out of boredom. After confirming that Herbie was safe, he felt his tense nerves relax and thought about what to do next with lifeless eyes.

With the Second Generation One-Eye's biggest worry gone, and with two galaxies suppressing a Hundred Fetuses Ganges on the top continent, he could be said to be relieved.

He can choose to be a blacksmith for a while. There are several [Unborn Spirits] in his warehouse, waiting for him to revive them with his superb craftsmanship.

He should have told the strangers about the new profession, the Gunslinger, as soon as possible. He still remembered the regretful expressions on the faces of the strangers from the Fairyland when they held guns.

But the most important thing at the moment is Asgard, which has fallen to the earth, and Helheim, the underworld with a dead sun.

In the future, Asgard will undoubtedly become a city frequently visited by foreigners, so building teleportation towers and hotels is extremely important.

The same is true for Helheim. Although it is a world of the dead, it has real residents. Considering the barren land in Helheim, even with a dead sun, it is impossible for crops to grow naturally within a hundred years, so...

"I should look for those strangers with advanced farmer professions, as well as advanced fishermen, oh, and [shepherds]..."

Blaze had heard of the miraculous power of the Farmer profession, which could transform barren land into fertile fertile land in a very short time. The same was true of the Fisherman profession; while they were fishing, they also had the ability to cultivate fish fry.

The idea of ​​allowing peasant strangers to enter Helheim had to do with their virtues. They only cared about their own production, and considered it an achievement to feed as many people as possible.

Blaze intends to tell these peasant strangers the location of the entrance to Helheim. With Ouroboros's ability, they should be able to understand his thoughts and allow these strangers to enter.

Later, players discovered a second profession with its own special quests: the Farmer. Only after completing a certain amount of production and distributing it to a large number of NPCs would they receive special intelligence.

The eyes of a black cat in Mekingiod lead to the legendary world of the dead, Helm. There, farmers and strangers are treated as honored guests, given unlimited farmland, and upon completing a certain quota, receive special ingredients from the underworld.

If you cook these ingredients from the Death World and eat them, you'll gain a host of corresponding negative statuses, and if you eat too much, you'll even be cursed to death. At first glance, these rewards seem completely useless, but if you think about it, feeding them to your opponent becomes a powerful consumable item.

In this game, most enemies roar when they appear, roar when they are angry after being beaten, and roar when they are furious. There is no time when they don't roar, and the hit rate of death dishes is amazing.

For a time, the "Farmer" class became incredibly tanky (farming requires a lot of Strength and Vitality, making them particularly tanky) and capable of inflicting lethal amounts of negative status effects on enemies. For a while, even minor conflicts between players involved throwing Death Recipes at each other.

If you don't have the farmer profession, but go to find the black cat, although you can enter the underworld of Helm, you will have to face a large number of dangerous enemies and regional bosses. The last two enemies are humanoid bosses with super fast movement speed.

However, the appearance of that special black cat is completely random, and there is no way to catch it all the time. If you try to catch it by force, you will be killed instantly by the black cat.

It all started with Blaze's plan to ensure that the dead of Helm were well fed and watered. Overall, the strangers were happy, Hela was happy, and the dead were happy; only the monsters, who loved to scream in battle, suffered.

Chapter 417 I won’t change, and neither will you

Herbie's face was filled with smiles, and she had returned with a great success. She had achieved a major breakthrough for the Hermes Traveling Hat: a partnership with the elves.

Blaze was curious about this. The senior partners of Hermes's Traveling Hat were all incredibly powerful. Especially Kushadan, who even knew about Ouroboros and the Rainbow Bridge, yet hadn't reached a cooperation agreement with the elves.

"They say those other guys, knowing we hate boring deception and concealment, just can't control their nature and want to be eloquent." Hebi has a lot of tricks, including imitating people's speech. She even imitated the sound of the elf elder with big breasts.

"This flowery mouth... is it really suitable for me to say this about an elf? But I also know the difference between their flowery mouths."

For example, Kushadan's "flowery mouth" refers to his unctuous, seemingly unconcerned, dance-like demeanor in quiet moments, seemingly understanding the mood. The elves' flowery mouths are simply... simply eloquent.

"Have you met the other partners?" Herbie raised his eyebrows, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

"Ah, I was afraid that your seat and power would be divided up by those guys during the time you weren't resurrected, so..." Blaze scratched the back of his head and said with a guilty conscience, "I threatened them and I owe them a favor."

"I know you're going to say I'm too impulsive—"

Snapped--

A loud slapping sound startled Blaze, and he turned around only to find Herbie with his back to her.

"You're angry?"

"A little bit, but considering you've never dealt with this kind of situation before, this is the best way to deal with it." Herbie's voice was a little unclear. He turned his face sideways and waved and pushed to prevent Blaze from getting close.

"But you must be mindful of your status. You are no longer an ordinary passerby in a Balkan city. Your status has become incomparably noble, and it will become even more so in the future."

"I thought you were going to say something."

Blaze scratched his cheek in trouble. He did seem different, and strangers were more willing to talk to him, but that didn't mean he would change his mind.

Although he knew that the strangers wanted to talk to him because of his changed status, he always believed that the strangers wanted to talk to him because he was still the boy who loved apples at heart, not a mighty king or an arrogant god.

So he opened his arms and smiled at Herbie as always.

"No matter what my identity is, I am your friend, everyone's Blaze."

"...You should leave now."

Blaze was half-pushed away, so he didn't see Herbie's red and swollen face.

That was the result of Hebi slapping herself hard after Blaze answered her purpose of looking for those partners. She was very afraid of pain, but the slap was so fierce that half of her face was numb, the corner of her mouth was cracked, and she drooled uncontrollably.

She was more afraid of betrayal than pain.

"What happened to me?" Herbie turned his eyes and looked at Chiron and the old lion who had been following them quietly.

The first time might have been an accident, the stress of not seeing Blaze for so long after waking up, but the second time? She felt suspicious, betrayed, and these completely unreasonable hostilities... It was like she was looking for an excuse to feel dark towards Blaze.

This is definitely not normal.

If this was just her normal reaction as an adult, the hostile gazes from the old lion and Chiron's nervousness only confirmed it.

"So it was said by fate that the God of Light was destined to die at the hands of his brother, the blind warrior, the fierce God of Darkness. But the God of Darkness was neither evil nor hated his brother. He was even blind..."

The old lion slowly emerged from the shadows, taking a few steps forward on its prostrate limbs before raising its front legs. Its lower body transformed into an anthropomorphic form. By the time the old lion reached Hebbi, it had taken on the appearance of a Nemean Giant, half man, half lion.

"Then, who handed the only weapon that could kill light into the hands of darkness, and who guided darkness to deliver the blow that killed light?"

"Whoever kills the second-generation one-eyed man can have the title of God... and whoever makes this happen can also get the title." Herbie quickly came to the correct conclusion and guessed a very bad conclusion from the reaction of the old lion.