"Very well, then you two prepare. Time is precious; don't take too long."
Stelle and Screwlloyd retreat to the side, beginning to discuss the plan.
"Aren't you sisters? How come we two have to fight?" Screwlloyd is visibly dumbfounded.
If truly fighting, how could Screwlloyd beat Stelle? That hourglass seals a Stellaron Core within; it has reason to suspect this girl can handcraft a rift realm.
You think it changed into Blake's face for what? Precisely for safety!
Topping with an [Eternity] Emanator's face, whether it's the Annihilation Gang or Lord Ravager, neither dares lightly act against it.
Reminiscing back then, it was touring on some Abundance star domain's star, who knows why triggered a starquake.
Fortunately had the church's protective device, restoring gravity to normal. Also, a researcher named Leslie helped, and only thus did Screwlloyd get saved.
To repay the life-saving grace, it directly stuffed that girl with a full box of church specialty soaps. Who knows how the other is doing now.
Going out must protect oneself well. Still, own church is safest; staying feels warm and reassuring.
"To be honest, I am an undercover sent by the Ten-Lords Commission. The purpose coming here is precisely to destroy this evil organization." Stelle places her hand on Screwlloyd's shoulder. "Aren't you?"
Screwlloyd shakes his head madly, but the tone particularly serious: "Actually, the reason I came here, you more or less can guess a bit... alright, I didn't bring money."
"Ha?"
"Preemptive statement: whatever this one does is purely voluntary. You can understand it as self-inflicted."
"Though I work at the church, but Baseballer Hero lady, you must understand one thing. Pontiff Blake does not issue us wages." Screwlloyd reveals the church's inside story to Stelle:
"The benefits are three meals a day, all filling. Church specialty hot spring pools unlimited entry."
"Then the downsides?"
Screwlloyd pulls out a wallet cleaner than his face. The most valuable on his whole body might be the machine parts inside the body and the soap.
"However, did hear Pontiff Blake say, not long ago the church suddenly received a sum of funds. Seems like it was transferred from the head of the strategic investment department. Interastral Peace Corporation isn't all bad people." Screwlloyd sighs.
"Hiss... you this too miserable, right? How about I transfer you some?" Thinking of the over twenty billion credits still in the phone, then looking at penniless Screwlloyd, Stelle's heart is a mix of flavors, not knowing what to say.
"The phone was lost on the way coming to the Xianzhou. If my calculations are not wrong, floating in space for a few more Amber Eras might just return to the church."
Stelle: ...
"Sigh~ Thanks to that Miss Tingyun. Otherwise, right now even milk tea I couldn't afford. Though I don't need to eat, that is."
"?"
Stelle is somewhat surprised. Chatting chatting, how did it chat to someone she knows?
Ah, nearly forgot Miss Tingyun returned to the Xianzhou from the Eternity Church.
"Baseballer Hero lady may not know, but as an Intelligence, the only thing I can bring out is disguise technique. You see this face. No flaws whatsoever, right?" Screwlloyd doesn't forget to show off his technique a bit.
"Speaking of main matters, there was a fox girl named Tingyun who suffered [Lord Ravager] assault. Fortunately sheltered by Lady Ite, sent her to the church."
"Isn't this just right? Her hometown happens to be Xianzhou Luofu. So a few days prior, the church's acting priest found me... to capture that lurking Lord Ravager, had to give Miss Tingyun a good makeover..."
"Wait, did I say a bit too much?"
Screwlloyd only now reacts. But considering Stelle is also an [Eternity] follower, said is said. Kind Lady Ite will forgive its loose tongue.
"Idling with nothing, also thought to come tour the Xianzhou once. Who knows, when capturing the Lord Ravager, maybe I can help a bit. At that time, if Pontiff Blake sees my performance good, maybe can issue me some bonus or such. Haha..."
Screwlloyd's voice grows smaller and smaller. "Sigh~ fantasizing again."
"At the start, I changed into Miss Tingyun's appearance, at the Star-raft Sea central hub nearby, found a pretty good teahouse, planning to quench thirst. But then discovered money gone... luckily the little boss lady and Miss Tingyun know each other, gave me a free cup of milk tea."
"...after all I'm impersonating, could only casually cope with a few words to muddle through. At the same time, I didn't forget to promote our church to the little boss lady. After drinking that cup of milk tea, I have not intake any more..."
Stelle covers his mouth. "Don't say it. I don't want to hear anymore."
If it were someone else, putting oneself in Screwlloyd's perspective, afraid not "crack" and done for.
Hard to imagine, she can hear such tragic experiences from an Intelligence's mouth. Screwlloyd not joining Mourning Pity would be a waste.
"Baseballer Hero lady, a Lord Ravager is mingling on the Xianzhou. Must be careful. We ordinary Path followers cannot beat Emanators."
"Hey, you two prepared how? Can duel now?"
Green Hibiscus's urging voice comes. Leading Purple Calla's brows furrow, immediately discovering something off.
"You this weapon... how do I feel a bit familiar?" He dead stares at the baseball bat in Stelle's hand.
After all, he was once a Cloud Knight, trained in spearmanship for nearly a hundred years, nearly could become a Cloud Knight instructor.
But confined by mortal frail body, he forever unable to break through that last barrier between himself and those [martial world experts].
Fortunately blessed by the Yaowang. The pitiful Cloud Knight of the past no longer exists, only left the loyal Sower of the merciful Yaowang.
Time flies. Recalling that segment of Cloud Knight experience, he only feels a chill, especially...
Especially that long-eared elf, stronger than any [martial genius] he has seen! Genius among geniuses, innate power, something he could not match no matter how hard a lifetime.
That guy under the name of trial, with a pitch-black iron rod, beat the Cloud Knight brothers until disoriented (worst of all beat him the harshest).
He will not forget, that day of humiliation!
Smack!
The crisp slap rings again. Green Hibiscus covers his face, incredulously looking at Purple Calla.
"Lady Purple Calla, you..."
"Bastard! You test for half a day, tested what thing? Such a obvious undercover let you put in!"
"Unjust ah lord..."
Green Hibiscus has a face full of grievance, telling Purple Calla the experiences when finding people, even how beaten.
"Damnable! Demonic cult... no, the borisin let this group of pitiful mortals' brains become foolish. To infiltrate the secret transmission of the Yaowang, not hesitate to stage a tear-jerking bitter flesh play!"
"I figure I didn't say anything that would expose..."
"The merciful Yaowang granted me keen senses. Any matter cannot escape my eyes. You this laughable shameful pitiful mortal will not understand."
"Matter come to this, only can ask you... to die!" Purple Calla's tone vicious, begins to recite the contents of [The Merits of the Thousand-Handed Merciful Yaowang's Salvation of the World]:
"Merciful Yaowang, grant me body impervious to blades and spears, valor unmatched by a thousand troops, strength that ten thousand cannot withstand!"
"Those hunting dogs, all lurking rats. How can match me! Hurry and..."
Seeing Purple Calla recite the chant before big move, Screwlloyd stands out:
"Please dodge behind me, lady. This body of steam and gears forged armor, ought to bear the gunpowder for your rose-like soul."
Screwlloyd still saying, Stelle already with one bat knocks Purple Calla unconscious. Then mimetic weapon turns into trash bin lid, right on the fleeing Green Hibiscus.
"Settled. What did you just say?"
"Uh... I said... want a cup of church specialty machine oil?"
"No, thanks."