Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

The greater the influence of this thing on the future, the greater the impact on his ability will be.

Reiner's dream city and the results of the experiment he is currently conducting can be said to be the most influential things on the world that Ciel knows.

"I'll find someone to pray for you." Before leaving, Charles said to Reiner.

"A blessing of luck? I think I don't want it."

"After all, for me right now, whether it's fate or luck, it may be a help, but it can also be a hindrance."

"Good luck sometimes isn't good luck for me. As for fate... maybe I'm charging against it right now."

In response to Reiner's words, Ciel didn't say much but just smiled mysteriously.

"Things like fate can go wrong from time to time, but most of the time these mistakes are simply a result of a lack of ability."

Faced with this kind of ritual that can change the entire world, the blessing of fate may naturally become an obstacle if one's status and ability are not sufficient.

Even Ciel's blessing could only do a tiny bit to help what he did.

But in this world, Ciel is not the only one who can bless Reiner.

Reiner looked at Ciel strangely, but Ciel did not explain. Instead, he waved at him and left the City of Dreams.

It’s decided, it’s you, Teacher Sif!

As the goddess of night, who controls destiny and the god of the future, if Sif is willing to intervene in this matter, then even if the probability of Reiner's experiment being successful is one in a billion, it will be one hundred percent in reality.

Of course, that was the ability of the Goddess of Night in her prime, and Ciel was not sure whether she could do it now.

But what is certain is that if she really blesses Reiner, there will be only two results: either it will not work at all and will not cause any impact.

Either bless it for success, or Reiner will overcome all obstacles and finally complete the experiment.

Either the success rate increases by 0 or by 100.

It's worth doing no matter how you look at it.

But the problem is how to make Sif sincerely bless Reiner to succeed.

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Chapter 242 Chapter 122 Goddess of the Moon

In the dessert shop, Sif was leisurely drinking afternoon tea while watching the hustle and bustle of traffic outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Although she is heartless, compared to most people she knows, Sif likes her current life.

Her identity as a member of the Truth Society allows her to remain completely untainted as long as she doesn't get involved in certain things.

As long as she doesn't get into any trouble, the changes in Moroston are completely good things for her.

After all, although this place was the capital of the Kingdom of York before, it is no different from most important cities.

The sky was filled with lingering smog and coal dust, and the streets in some corners were even littered with human and animal excrement.

but now...

There are special extraordinary people responsible for clearing the smog, and there are special extraordinary people who build enough public toilets and use their own assets to recruit people to clean the streets regularly.

Movie theaters, cars, and even an item called a television that could be used to watch movies at home began to appear frequently in newspapers.

In a few months at most, this amazing item will be officially released.

Thinking of the description of it in the newspaper, Sif couldn't wait to buy one home.

I just don’t know if my savings are enough.

If that doesn't work, go to Peroz or Rocks and borrow some gold pounds.

Although Sif doesn't like to borrow money, she can make exceptions sometimes.

While she was thinking this, Charles' face suddenly appeared outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Because she appeared so suddenly, Sif was so scared that the tea in her hand fell out, and in her panic, the tea still spilled all over her.

Looking at Charles laughing heartlessly outside the window, Sif pouted in anger.

Does this guy understand the current situation?

It was you who made me so embarrassed, and you still have the nerve to laugh?

If it weren't for the glass, Sif swore that she would teach that bastard Charles a lesson!

But just as she was getting angry, Charles walked in from outside.

"It seems like I came at a bad time?" Charles smiled as he looked at Sif who was wiping the tea stains off her clothes with a towel.

"No, it's time!" Sif looked at Ciel angrily, "Come here! Let me hit you twice, otherwise you won't be able to calm down for the whole day!"

Charles followed her instructions and walked over obediently.

Sif raised her hand and looked at Charles's appearance. Finally, she swung it hard a few times but did not really hit him.

"I remember you were supposed to have class today. If you skip class all day, be careful that Professor Endsworth will deduct your salary."

Ciel looked at Sif with a strange expression.

It's like I'm the only one who has classes. Don't you have any?

Facing Charles's gaze, Sif obviously realized this and then changed the subject stiffly.

"Are you busy? If not, don't disturb me while I'm having afternoon tea."

"You ruined a wonderful day."

Shar held her chin and looked at Sif.

"There was nothing wrong originally, but now there is."

"What's the matter?" Sif looked at Charles strangely.

"Beautiful lady, I wonder if I would have the honor to take you home?" Charles stood up, bent slightly, made a gentlemanly gesture and extended his hand.

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Sif's expression became more and more strange.

"Of course not." Charles kept smiling, his eyes wandering over Sif.

When she saw the tea stains on her dress, her face darkened.

"Come on, you don't want to walk back like this. My carriage is outside."

Sif thought about it and finally nodded.

Although the dessert shop where she was enjoying afternoon tea was in front of the college.

But it’s still a long way from here to my dormitory.

Moreover, the people she might meet on this journey are all familiar people, and wearing such clothes would indeed make her feel a little embarrassed.

After packing some desserts, the two got on the carriage.

After getting on the carriage, Sif placed the packaged desserts on the table very familiarly, and then picked up the kettle in the carriage to make tea.

"It's only a few minutes' walk, is it that serious?" Charles complained as he looked at Sif who was happily drinking tea.

"This is a ritual, a ritual that can't be interrupted," Sif said seriously. "If I don't have some nice dessert and a cup of hot tea at this time every day, I won't be able to get into work mode the rest of the day."

"I don't know where this habit came from. I remember that I developed this habit when I was very young and my family's conditions were difficult." There were some memories in Sif's eyes.

At that time, she was much more willful than she is now.

He completely ignored the family's conditions and kept clamoring for sweets.

However, parents always satisfy their unreasonable demands for no reason.

By the time she had grown up and wanted to be filial to them, they had left this world due to some accidents.

"Maybe it's a habit from your previous life?" Charles said with a smile.

In his mind, he seemed to have someone vaguely told him that the Goddess of Night not only appreciated talented people and liked new operas and poems, but also loved sweets.

That person told him that unless there was something special, the Goddess of Night would drink a cup of hot tea and eat some dessert every afternoon.

It doesn't have to be any expensive snack, even if it's very rough, as long as it has a hint of tea flavor and sweetness, she will be satisfied.

Who said this to yourself?

Charles suddenly realized something was wrong.

Then, a face wearing a black top hat suddenly appeared in his mind.

He shook his head quickly.

It was Lady Fortune who told him the interesting story about Sif, but she should have been wearing a blue top hat.

Except for that time, she rarely wore a black hat.

I really don’t understand why she doesn’t like black. It’s obvious that black suits her very well - it suits her heart very well.

"In my previous life... That's true. I sometimes have weird dreams too."

"Maybe it really is my previous life." Sif smiled foolishly.

Charles raised his eyebrows and then asked, "Since I have nothing to do, can you tell me about your dream?"

"There's nothing special about my dreams. Sometimes I dream that I have a big house on the moon; sometimes I dream that I'm in a gorgeous room listening to a group of weird people talking; sometimes I dream of Mernadette. In my dreams, she looks...how should I put it..." Sif recalled Mernadette in her dream with some distress.

"Holy and kind?" Charles said with a smile.

"Yes! She is obviously beautiful and lovely, but the girl in my dream, every time I see her, it's like seeing a mother's kind gaze. And in the dream, she is obviously like she is now, often teased by me, but she has a feeling of holiness and nobility." Sif nodded quickly.

What she didn't say was that not only Mernadè, but her own image in the dream was also extremely holy and noble.

She was independent and high above the world, like a goddess in the moon.

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Chapter 243 Chapter 123 Sif: Are you a pervert?

Goddess of the Moon...

It's really shameful...

You're already so old, but you still have dreams that only little girls would have.

She could mention anything else in the dream, but this was something she would never tell anyone else.

After all, out of curiosity, she had previously sought out a professor from the college's psychology department and asked him about what different dreams represented.

Sif felt a pang of embarrassment when she thought of the professor praising her childlike innocence and innocence.

"You two have a really good relationship. You even dream about each other." Charles sighed with a smile.

"Eh?" Sif looked at Ciel in surprise, "Did Mernadette dream about me too?"

Charles nodded seriously. "Mernadette once told me that she dreamed of you urging her to finish her homework, and then she woke up all of a sudden."

Sif looked at Ciel with a reproachful look.

"Nonsense! How could a good girl like Mernadette, who is so studious and hardworking, be afraid of homework?"

"What student isn't afraid of homework?" Charles shrugged and joked.

Speaking of which, the idea of ​​homework was actually created by him in this world.

Not only that, morning self-study, evening self-study... a series of things that he hated when he was in school were brought here by him - anyway, he doesn't have to do those now.

He originally thought that after these measures were implemented, students would be as desperate as he was in the past.

But to his disappointment, in response to his actions, the vast majority of students happily congratulated and thanked him - no sarcasm was involved.

In a situation where knowledge was semi-blocked, although Charles's initiative was disliked by a few people, the vast majority of people felt happy and even blessed from the bottom of their hearts.

While they were chatting and laughing, the carriage had already arrived at the dormitory building of the college.

Charles got off the carriage first, then held out his hand and let Sif hold his hand and slowly get off the carriage.

"Okay, Rocks, just take me here." Sif said to Charles.

"How heartless! I sent you home and didn't even invite me upstairs for a cup of tea?" Charles complained.

"I'm going upstairs to change clothes!" Sif looked at Charles with a weird expression.

"You, don't you have some disgusting thoughts?" she joked.