"Are you blaming me for forcing you to reveal your secret?" Gao Xinaim asked with a strange tone.
"My dear Queen, you're overthinking it. Proper honesty is the foundation of trust, isn't it?"
"We are both elves. What I want to say, even if you don't ask, I will tell you. What I don't want to say, even if you ask, I won't mind."
"I can see your doubts. You feel that my refusal of your help means I'm dissatisfied or don't trust you enough."
"Well, it is true that I don't trust you enough. After all, you are only angels, while those who might attack us are Gods."
"That's why I'm being more careful."
"But I still trust you. We elves have limited resources, and we can't afford too many upheavals."
"Let's be steady and develop slowly."
Xia Ai'er seemed to have opened a floodgate. He directly waved his hand to summon a chair and sat down, then chatted animatedly with Gao Xinaim.
He wasn't a very serious person to begin with. Isn't this better? Does he want to become a second Klein? Solitarily, solitarily, stepping onto the supreme divine throne?
"I didn't expect you to be so cheerful?" Gao Xinaim also sat back on her throne, looking at Xia Ai'er with interest.
She really didn't expect that this elf, who always held a fishing rod every time she saw him, could talk so much.
"Are there any introverted elves among us?" Xia Ai'er said, pointing to his own body.
"To be honest, it hurts quite a bit."
Xia Ai'er felt great during the fight, but after it was over, he felt the pain.
He insisted on consuming the Sea King's characteristic right after the battle, when his mental state was not stable.
Besides completely drawing the hatred of the Storm Church onto himself, he also wanted to increase his strength a bit more.
In terms of combat skill alone, the current Xia Ai'er truly couldn't compare to the Sea King who was killed. He could only try to improve his basic stats first.
"You are the first elf to cry out in pain in front of me." Gao Xinaim then began to play with her golden wine glass.
"I'm cooperating with your psychological treatment and mental guidance for me."
"You pulled me into a dream as soon as I returned, weren't you worried I would lose control?" Xia Ai'er shrugged.
He wasn't an ungrateful person.
This was an angel. Her initiative offer to help him with his mental state was much better than Xia Ai'er's self-guidance.
"You adjust very quickly." Gao Xinaim said with some relief.
"People from our era have good stress resistance." Xia Ai'er said casually.
"Are you interested in telling me now?" Gao Xinaim looked over, her tone playful.
"Next time. My fish is on the hook." Xia Ai'er grinned at Gao Xinaim, then he shimmered and disappeared, exiting the dream. He yanked hard on his fishing rod, pulling the fellow from the seabed purely by brute force.
"Hmph~" The Calamity Demoness snorted lightly, then vanished along with the illusory dream.
...
Fifth Epoch.
Backlund, a mansion in the West District.
Xia Ai'er had already prepared the Sequence 9 Secrets Supplicant potion.
Xiao Meinade was originally a mysticism enthusiast, and now that he was an adult, he had moved out to live on his own. Of course, he had no shortage of basic mystical materials.
The materials for the Secrets Supplicant potion were also very easy to collect. The Aurora Order was not like the orthodox Churches, which strictly controlled the Pathways they mastered.
Anyway, no matter what your identity was before consuming the potion, after consuming it, you would be a believer of the Lord, and everyone would be family.
"The ability of a Secrets Supplicant doesn't seem very useful to me?" Xia Ai'er muttered, accustomed to soaring through the sky and burrowing into the earth, conjuring lightning with his hands, and summoning wind and rain.
He was still a bit unaccustomed to starting a new account now.
"It tastes quite sweet." He took a shallow sip, then drank the entire potion. He didn't feel anything special; a Sequence 9 potion couldn't even make him hallucinate.
This potion contained a lot of knowledge, but it was all added later by humans, such as the True Creator and the honorific name of the Fate Angel Ouroboros. Once recited, there would be no turning back.
"How does it feel like a scam link?" Xia Ai'er was a bit speechless.
From his perspective, more than half of the knowledge provided by the potion would cause contamination if attempted.
This was also normal, as all this knowledge was summarized by the True Creator and His believers.
"Arrodes, is there anything fun happening?" Xia Ai'er looked at a mirror on the desk. The mirror's surface glowed faintly, displaying a scene:
Martin, the personal butler, was organizing various banquet invitations and arranging daily outings for the next few days.
"I'm not talking about this." Xia Ai'er lightly tapped the table. This kind of social interaction among nobles wasn't that interesting; most of the time, it was just a waste of time.
"Xia Ai'er, you will be interested." Arrodes understood Xia Ai'er very well. After the silver subtitles flashed, the picture began to zoom in, finally stopping on an invitation letter.
"Hmm?" Xia Ai'er looked over and found that the invitation was sent by Mahett Councilor. He was slightly surprised.
"So?" Xia Ai'er continued to ask.
"This Councilor has a lovely noble young lady at his home." Arrodes's subtitles became a bit mischievous.
"Who adjusted you like this?"
"Me?"
"You really do understand me." Xia Ai'er lightly clapped his hands, deciding to go and enjoy the decadent noble life, offering his practical loyalty to the God of the Fallen Domain.
"However, is my current identity's reputation very good? I've already been involved in basement play, and I can still receive an invitation to a dinner party?"
Although Mahett Councilor also belonged to the New Party, if Xiao Meinade's reputation was very bad, he shouldn't have been invited to such a more intimate dinner party.
"Did the Demoness choose to keep it a secret?" Xia Ai'er asked.
"That lady was just playing around. She didn't want to attract your Mother's attention and disturb her future plans." The magic mirror Arrodes replied.
Even a Demoness wouldn't want to go around Backlund killing nobles one by one according to their family trees. That would be somewhat troublesome, and the Royal Family and the Church would also stop her.
"Then there's no problem." "I've seen his memories. Before Xiao Meinade met the Demoness, he wasn't interested in women, except for being a bit rebellious."
After understanding this, Xia Ai'er began to act out the role of a "Secrets Supplicant," praying daily as if clocking in:
"Lord who created all, Omnipotent and Omniscient God."
"You are the source of all greatness, You are the beginning and the end."
"You are the God of Gods, the ruler of the vast Astral World."
Xia Ai'er prayed devoutly, feeling the spirituality of the potion beginning to "digest" bit by bit.
This was also what he had planned. Since a qualified Secrets Supplicant needed a Lord, why not choose to believe in the strongest one?
Moreover, this one had already fallen, and His current honorific name was still an empty number. The residents of the City of Silver had prayed for thousands of years without a reply.
Why not use this to increase digestion progress?