Maha simply closed his eyes and listened quietly, without refuting, only waiting for Betty to finish counting, and then added: "You forgot, there's also,"
"Courage!"
The old man snorted coldly with discontent: "One dares to make deals with gods, another... hasn't even started, yet dares to boast, raises the sword to question gods...."
"Betty,"
"Our children, none of them are easy!"
"Otherwise, you still need to hold on," Betty Zoldyck covered her mouth and chuckled, just like when she was young, wrapping her arms around Maha's head: "We can bear some hardships and bitterness, as long as the kids are well, everything is good."
"In the past, you wouldn't let Jager walk that path, yet he insisted. Now Roy has followed, if you're not watching closely, I'm really afraid the two of them... might encounter trouble...."
"You might as well just treat me like a donkey," Maha rolled his eyes at her, turned his head away, pretending to be angry.
Betty giggled, used some strength to straighten him, and chided: "Look at what you're saying, you've seen Roy's growth speed, maybe in a few years, you won't even be needed."
"What's the use of him being strong alone?"
Maha glared: "You want him to be like me, taking you, Brooke, and Randall, all to die together?"
Those tens of thousands of graves still hover today,
Nationwide martyrdom is neither a dream nor an illusion, Betty is a witness, an experiencer, and a martyr... Now, the reason she can retain a Residual Soul is also because of Maha's "Telekinesis" and "Past Divinity" ... sustaining!
The woman was silent,
For a moment, not knowing what to say....
Maha, seeing this, felt compassion, gently stroked her back, and comforted: "That's why I reminded him, to never ignore his followers,"
"Only by bringing followers together, is there hope to overthrow the divine kingdom, truly achieve what he said, to raise the sword and question the gods!"
"But, how long will that take?" Betty Zoldyck's face slightly cleared, somewhat wistfully said: "Giving is always harder than receiving. [God]has holy water, can rely on 'Divinity' to implement 'Protection' on their followers, Roy, this child, doesn't even have divinity, even if he has the heart to help followers, what can he do?"
Maha was silent....
The logic, he understands, Betty understands, and believes that the mysterious skeleton Leon Zeppelin, who came to pay a visit with a gift when Killua was born, also understands. But,
Specifically implementing it beautifully, making all the followers ascend with oneself, is the hardest part!
For a moment, Maha sighed softly: "Sometimes, the disparity among people is greater than the gap between a dog and a person, talent is like this, can't be forced...."
"As you said, forcibly changing one's talent, implementing 'Protection', this is something only [God] can do....."
"Rumbling.... " At this time, one could vaguely hear outside the window, the light sound of a dining cart rolling over the stone floor of the corridor...
Betty Zoldyck caught a glimpse through the window, of a young butler pushing a dining cart close, and as soon as the person flashed by, with a surge of Maha's telekinesis, it quietly retracted, disappearing within the old man...
"Old ancestor, I've brought you your meal,"
Wutong took the hint, pushed the dining cart and knocked on the door,
Maha, shaking the rocking chair in his solitude, just looked at him through the door, silently shaking his head in his heart... The faithful chosen by the dear grandson, was evidently a "talent extremely poor" failure,
Even if saying so might make Roy unhappy, Maha had made up his mind in his heart—
To persuade him to give up on Wutong early, and look for some seeds with greater potential to cultivate, hence,
He blandly grunted: "Come in."
He let Wutong in, set up the breakfast, bowed, and left...
"Old ancestor, please enjoy it slowly."
Under the dining cover was the fish-flavored shredded pork he specifically named....
Wutong pushed the dining cart away, turned and closed the door, then took it to Zeno, delivering the tomato scrambled eggs he requested, and finally "Rumbling....." pushed the dining cart to Roy's bedroom.
"Young master, I'm back." The young butler, seemingly only in Roy's presence, could really relax, truly smile.
Serving Roy with enthusiasm ten times greater than when attending to Maha or Zeno.
Roy, basking in the dawn, sat at the dining table, eating while flipping through the "Game Guide" his father gave him, actually relying on Grandpa Jager's Nenryoku abilities to "Re: Game of the Dead", using the real Dark Continent as a base, adapted as a "Real Game", focusing on "Bandle City", "Security Corps", "Entry Permits", "Shack Area" glanced at a few pages,
His heart heavy, he couldn't help but recall,
The pair he once saw in the forests bordering Bandle City, Old Mark Norlao and his wife, who for the sake of letting their little granddaughter "Lit'l Madi" enter the city for better living conditions, willingly sacrificed themselves to feed the "Magical Beast",
This time, determined to once again delve deep into the Dark Continent, deep into the Samir Principality, deep into Bandle City, to stir things up, incidentally... inquire about Grandpa Jager's whereabouts and... all things related to Curses....
"A man can't hold it in till death,"
"Nor does a man sit idle awaiting doom,"
Roy took a fierce bite of the baguette, sipped the cream mushroom soup, and suddenly recalled... the "Real Divine Religion", frowned and glanced at Wutong: "Any recent intelligence from Hall?"
"Last night, he called," Wutong pushed the glasses on his nose, "At that time, the young master was asleep, I thought I'd report in the morning, so I didn't tell the young master."
"Speak,"
"Guzman hasn't died,"
"Tell me something I don't know...."
Roy had long anticipated, without disposing of the [Substitute Puppet] owner, killing him was impossible, this he had verified, and grandpa Jager also verified.
"Yes," Wutong nodded, continued: "There's also the Sisko Moreau you're concerned about, not only wasn't he dealt with as a heretic after killing a protagonist, according to Hall's informant within the divine religion, lately, he has been seen delving into the core circles of the divine religion, and had a few meetings with Guzman, seemingly... received significant trust...."
"Crunch... Crunch...." Roy tossed a few pieces of bacon into his mouth, raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised...
Slaying congregates, yet remains unscathed... this so-called [Real], with double standards to such an extent... truly contemptible...
"And what else?"
"There's more... according to an update from Hall's informant, Sisko Moreau appeared on the Uribia continent a few days ago, was sighted by someone, before turning up in Yorknew City recently, at an auction, Hall says....
"Says what?"
"Says... young master should be cautious," Wutong, looking grave said: "He very likely is headed towards Meteor Street...."
One... two... ten dishes, being finished... Roy, indifferent, pulled out a napkin, slowly wiped his mouth, calmly said.....
"He's inherently from Meteor Street, it's only right to go home for a look, no need for alarm."
"Of course," switching the tone,
Roy smiled with squinted eyes: "If he has other intentions, I don't mind... playing along."
Wutong cautiously reminded: "Young master, you forget, last time you sealed him... in a wall."
"Really?" Roy flicked the crumpled tissue into the trash bin: "Then just seal him again."
Hopefully... he carries the [Substitute Puppet] as well!
The young man glanced at the [Target Tracking Technique] quietly lying in the skill bar,
If certain pretend divine folks think they can run rampant with a few ragged puppets... Roy doesn't mind tidying them all... together!
To help [Taiyi] further cement his foothold on Meteor Street, spread the preaching of the spider, establish authority!
"Whew~" The paper ball landed right in the trash can,
Wutong finished the report,
started to clear the dishes.
Roy reined in his thoughts, took another look, waved to stop him: "No need to busy yourself, I have a task for you."
"Yes, young master, go ahead." The young butler straightened his back,
His eyes widened as he abruptly saw Roy slashing his palm open....