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"Hey~ Do you know me?" The god bowed gracefully.

"Of course, I saw you last time on Fengyue Street." Xingjian suddenly raised his voice.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!" Hermes jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his expression nearly losing control. He looked around frantically, a finger to his lips, and said hastily, "Keep your voice down! What if my stubborn captain hears..."

Hermes turned around quickly, as if to confirm something, and then said hurriedly: "Don't speak so loudly, it will be bad if my team members hear it."

"Lord Hermes, I heard everything."

A cold voice struck down like a sword of judgment. A blue-haired girl wearing silver-rimmed glasses appeared like a ghost, a dangerous white light gleaming from the lenses.

Yasfi al Andromeda—the leader of the Hermes clan, a LV.4 adventurer, known as the "Almighty," was currently staring at his own god as if he were trash.

The squirrel on the treetop silently covered its eyes with its paws, but couldn't help peeking through its fingers, waiting for a good show.

When Yasfi appeared, Hermes immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He gestured in the air with his fingers in panic and said hurriedly:

"Yasfi! Listen to my explanation! It's not what you think. It was just routine, diplomatic relations with the Ishtar Familia. I promise I absolutely did not do anything outrageous to her child!!!"

Of course, I won’t tell you whether they have gods or not!!

Hermes said the latter sentence in his heart.

"Boom!"

Yasfi didn't give Hermes any chance to explain, and with the power of a LV.4 second-level adventurer, she punched the god in the stomach.

In an instant, Hermes' handsome face twisted, his whole body hunched over like a shrimp, and his feather hat flew three meters away.

"Cough... vomit..."

Hermes knelt on the ground, his trembling fingers scratching five grooves in the ground, and said with difficulty:

"Yasifei...you...are you trying to kill a god?"

Xingjian smiled slightly, squatted beside him with great interest, and said softly, "Come on, God Hermes, if you can take two more punches, you should be able to break the record of God Loki's ability to withstand punches."

However, Liu's gaze slowly turned to Xingjian, his lake-blue pupils flashing with coldness, as if interrogating her, he spoke coldly:

"Mr. Xingjian, please explain what you just said about Fengyue Street."

"Click..."

Xingjian was stunned on the spot, turned his head mechanically, and met Liu's blue eyes that seemed to be able to freeze the soul.

"Wait! Can't you tell I'm trying to trick him?"

Xingjian waved his hands in panic, his back already pressed against the rocks by the lake.

"Look at me, a pure-hearted boy, how could I possibly go to a place like that! I'm not Raul. Every time Loki's Familia conducts a crackdown on prostitution, it's him and Lord Hermes who are there..."

Xingjian's desire to survive exploded wildly:

"I swear! I want more... more—"

There are more vanilla, noble, elegant and mysophobic elves, cute cat-eared girls like Angie, or delicate white-haired little loli like Amide, and as for the Amazon warriors...

The Xingjian Club will be run to death!!

But Liu didn't listen, and the wooden sword suddenly pressed against Xingjian's Adam's apple.

The squirrel covered its ears with its paws, but its twitching tail betrayed its excitement.

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Chapter 79 I am fascinated by her broad mind and huge breasts!

Yasfi's gaze shifted away from her own god. Her blue eyes flickered slightly as she gazed at the elf girl holding a wooden sword. Her tone was filled with familiarity, "[Gale], who is this...?"

As one of the few geniuses in Orario who is proficient in both magic and magical tools, Yasfei naturally recognized the "Gale Liang" who was once famous in Orario.

But what surprised her was that the cold and aloof elf who always kept to herself was now accompanied by a human boy, and judging by the atmosphere between the two, they seemed to have a close relationship.

"Yes... Mr. Hoshimi." Liu put away his wooden sword, his tone calm as usual, but his fingertips unconsciously pinched a fallen leaf plucked from Hoshimi's collar, "An adventurer from the Hephaestus family..."

"Hoshimi?"

Hermes suddenly interrupted. He had gotten up from the ground without anyone noticing. He straightened his clothes and put on his feathered hat again, looking very elegant. A playful smile was on his handsome face.

"Ah~ I remember now! The supernova of the Hephaestus family is said to have broken the level-up record of [Sword Princess] and become the fastest-promoting adventurer in Orario's history."

Hermes circled around Xingjian, as if admiring an interesting work of art. "Originally, the Divine Council wanted to give you a title, but unfortunately, I was working as a messenger in Dou Nation (the nation of the Amazon warriors) at the time, so I missed the opportunity. However, the title [Wanji] is very appropriate."

As he spoke, Hermes winked at Yasfi, "It suits our [Omnipotent] very well, doesn't it?"

"[Wanji]?"

Yasfi's instinct as a magic tool expert was immediately awakened. Her eyes became sharp and she said incredulously:

"So you also possess the [Mysterious] development ability? No wonder... that magical tool that allowed people to move at high speeds just now was made by you?"

Unexpectedly, during the time she and Hermes were away, a [mysterious] owner appeared in Orario.

High-speed moving magic tool...

It's the [maglev train combination], right?

Xingjian shrugged: "You can think so."

In a sense, this is not a lie.

Many of Doraemon's gadgets are indeed similar to the magic created by the [mysterious] abilities of this world.

For example, the transparency effect of the Hades Helmet is exactly the same as that of the Transparent Cloak, and the function of the Taralia Flying Boots is almost the same as that of the Bamboo Dragonfly.

Since the other party took the initiative to provide such a perfect explanation, Xingjian was happy to save himself a lot of trouble.

After all, it makes more sense to attribute everything to [mysterious] abilities than to try to explain something as absurd as a "22nd century baby-raising robot cat."

"So what's your destination?"

Hermes picked up a leaf and twirled it between his fingers.

"The sword-made city, Zolingen." Hoshimi answered.

Yasfi was slightly startled. Of course she knew what... or rather, who was there in Zolingen.

Astraea, the goddess of justice, was once the main god of Liu.

Yasfi glanced back and forth between the elf girl and the human boy. Suddenly, an absurd thought came to her mind:

Is this going to meet the parents? !

"Oh?" Hermes's smile suddenly widened. He snapped his fingers and said, "What a coincidence! We also happen to be going to Solingen to deliver an envelope."

Yasfi frowned. "Master Hermes, we are supposed to investigate—"

"—Investigate the local specialties!" Hermes put his arm around his captain's shoulders. "And see if we can find some interesting magical tools while we're at it, right?"

Xingjian looked at the God of Travel, who was winking wildly, then glanced at Yasfei, whose face was full of "want to kill", and suddenly smiled: "Then let's travel together."

"I was waiting for you to say that."

Hermes gave a faint smile.

Afterwards, Hoshimi and Ryu followed Hermes and Asfi to their caravan. Since they had already arrived at the border of the Kingdom of Lakia, they were not far from the sword-making city, Zolingen.

……

The last rays of sunset sank into the horizon, dyeing the clouds in the sky an orange-red color like molten gold.

The sword-making city of Zolingen in the distance gradually revealed its majestic outline in the twilight. Dozens of towering furnace chimneys stretched towards the sky like giant arms, spewing out sporadic sparks and drawing fleeting tracks on the darkening sky.

The entire city was shrouded in a layer of rust-colored mist, a strange color reflected in the twilight by the metal dust accumulated from years of forging.

As the caravan approached, the hustle and bustle of the Forge City filled the air. Even as night fell, the city still throbbed with endless energy.

The forges lining the streets lit up with magic stone lamps, their orange glow filtering through the stained-glass windows, casting iridescent spots of light on the ground. Apprentices pushed carts laden with ore across the cobblestone pavement, their wheels making crisp clicks as they passed through the cracks.

The sword-making city of Solingen, known as the "Forge City," is a city of steel. Walking down the streets, nine out of ten people smell like iron filings, and the remaining one is a traveler seeking a sword.

Three years ago, when the conspiracy designed by the dark faction almost wiped out Astralia's family, Liu, who felt guilty and full of guilt, knelt before the goddess and begged the Lord God to leave Orario. Astralia agreed, and then chose to come to the sword-making city, Zolingen. It was not accidental.

In this steel city, there are two things hidden:

The first is a craftsman who can forge new swords for "lost elves";

The second is to persuade the ancient immortals to help complete the new weapon.

Goddess Astraea always believed that when Ryu, burned by the fire of revenge, stood before her again, she would have found her own "justice." And when that time came, she needed a sword that could protect this realization, the righteousness within her heart!

"This is it."

After arriving at the sword-making city of Solingen, Yasfi stopped at a crossroads, pushed her reflective glasses, and pointed to the northwest towards a hillside surrounded by cherry blossoms, where several elegant Japanese-style buildings could be vaguely seen.

"The god you are looking for should be in that courtyard."

Hermes played with the feather hat in his hand and added meaningfully, "At this time of year, Lady Astraea loves to enjoy the cherry blossoms on the terrace."

Xingjian nodded in greeting, "Thank you for leading the way, Master Hermes."

Liu's fingertips suddenly clenched the corner of her clothes, and the fabric wrinkled in her palm. The night wind blew past, and a few cherry blossom petals stuck to her green hair, like the gentle touch of the deceased.

Xingjian quietly held her trembling hand and found that the elf's body temperature was colder than tempered steel.

Yasfi looked at her former comrade, a trace of pity flashing in her blue eyes behind the lenses.

If it weren't for that tragedy, the current Astralia family would have been on par with the Loki family—

Gojouno Kaguya's sword, Alysse Raphael's fire, and Liu Liang's wind.

These three geniuses who were only one step away from LV5 should have stepped into the realm of heroes in the past few years, instead of being just a lonely "wind" like now.

But perhaps it was this loneliness that transformed the surviving elves into even more terrifying beings. When the wind no longer showed mercy, the enemies would remember that she was once the "afterimage of the ace" that the entire dark faction feared.

Hermes pressed his feather hat against his chest, showing a rare serious expression, and said softly, "Well, I wish you good luck."

His eyes swept across the courtyard on the hillside, as if he had already seen the figure of the righteous goddess standing under the cherry tree waiting.

After watching the Hermes caravan disappear around the corner, the two crossed the dimly lit Forge Street, then turned the last corner where the slope suddenly became steeper.

The stone road turned into a cobblestone path, and the cherry trees on both sides became denser and denser.

Finally, they came to an ancient camphorwood door with an emblem of the wings of justice hanging on the lintel.

The night wind blew by, and the wind chimes in front of the door made an ethereal sound.

Xingjian gently held Liu Bingbing's cold hand and found that her palm was covered with cold sweat: "Do you want to prepare again?"

Liu shook his head and raised his hand to knock on the door. The muffled sound of the copper ring hitting the wooden door was particularly clear in the silent courtyard.

"Boom boom boom——"

The sound of a brass knocker tapping on a wooden door echoed through the silent courtyard. A moment later, the door creaked open, and a blue-haired girl emerged. A blacksmith's hammer tucked into her waist, her arms still stained with charcoal dust. Cecil, the current leader of the Astralia Familia and a Level 2 blacksmith, appeared.

"You are……?"

"Visitors from Orario. Adventurers from Hephaestus's family, and..." Hoshimi nodded slightly, then stepped aside and continued, "There's also an elf traveler who wishes to meet Lady Astraea."

Cecil's gaze lingered on Liu for a moment. The characteristic of the elf's pointed ears made her seem to understand something: "Please wait a moment."

She turned and walked quickly toward the inner courtyard, her clogs making a crisp "click" sound on the stone pavement. A moment later, the girl returned and pushed open the door. "Goddess, please come in."

Passing through the corridor covered with wisteria, the view of the inner courtyard suddenly opens up.

Under the cherry tree, a goddess was kneeling in front of the tea table, her long brown hair cascading down like a waterfall, glowing like honey in the sunset.

When she looked up, her blue eyes, clearer than the Arctic ice crystals, reflected the elf's trembling figure.

There is no oppression of divine power, only the tenderness of spring water flowing in the depths of the eyes. The edge of the teacup gently stroked by the fingertips is stained with a piece of cherry blossom, like a mark left by fate.

——Asteria, the goddess of justice.

Her beauty was often compared to that of Artemis, the goddess of purity, but what attracted the most attention at this moment was her impressive figure, which could not be concealed even by her simple white dress.

At the plunging neckline, a deep ravine appears and disappears with her breathing, perfectly interpreting what it means to be "justice-minded (E)".

"Ryu, it's been a long time. Three years, one month, and twenty-one days. I've been thinking about what kind of refreshments I should treat you with when we meet again."

The goddess' voice slowed the falling cherry petals.

Liu's vision suddenly blurred, and his eyes were attracted by the collarbone exposed by the goddess' white dress, and she was still wearing the familiar silver clan badge.

It was the one she had personally pinned on the Asteria clan leader, Alyse Raphel, that was soaked in blood...

Justice is never dazzling, just like the flickering flames in the stone lanterns in the courtyard, warm but not burning lost travelers...

Liu's lake-blue pupils trembled violently, as if something collapsed in his chest.