Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 452: Valera tries too hard
"Did Micro give you the ability to predict?" Charles was too lazy to think about things that no longer existed. After all, in a world where there were no such things as spirits in the underworld, death was death, and it would be difficult to get angry to death again.

He simply changed the subject.

"No, the banyan tree doesn't have this talent. Although Micro can control ice and snow due to his mutation, he is still a pure plant after all.

Entanglement and killing are no problem, as for the rest…” Valera shook her head and couldn’t help laughing. “In fact, you should have noticed that where Micro is, the people in our territory can recover their strength quickly.

When you are injured, especially with a fracture, going to Micro's real air root can also be of some help.

Forget about the other things, the power of magic plants lies in their auxiliary effect on the territory."

This is why everyone respects the Church of Earth, but never fears it as much as they do the Church of Dark Night.

Their extremely powerful plants can only exist in fixed areas, and the bishop's own combat power is not strong among his peers.

People just respect them for controlling most of the recovery potions for the sake of their own lives, but when it comes to life and death... no matter how powerful the nanny is, if there is no resurrection magic and no things that torture the soul, she can still make them die before them.

Charles sighed with regret: "If Sister Valera becomes a prophecy mage, her future will be even brighter."

Valera looked at her brother.

In terms of strength and ability, neither she nor Cheska considered themselves to be weaker than men.

It is talent, not gender, that limits them.

But after standing on the same starting line, the only person they can compare themselves to is themselves from the previous minute.

To always be better than the previous self, that is their truest pursuit.

But when it comes to some tangled pasts, Taylor and Charisse are more able to let go than their sisters.

In fact, Valera and Chesca would not have any emotional fluctuations because of those past events, but they just couldn't forget them.

I have to curse them whenever I think of them...even though this will neither make them happy nor make them feel relieved.

Forget it, Valeera shook her head. Just like the Baron said, if this could make them feel a little happier, even as little as a fingernail, it would be a good thing.

Don't need to worry too much.

She knocked on the crystal wall in front of her. The three-meter-long and two-and-a-half-meter-high wall collapsed outward instantly. The one-meter-high thin crystal plates pulled out from the top and side walls turned into guardrails, forming a small terrace.

Several transparent vines hung down from the roof and quickly wove into a swing chair.

A slender, round crystal coffee table also rose from the ground in front of the swing chair.

Charles curled his lips, dragged a sofa chair from the room over, and quickly put two glasses of iced lemonade on the coffee table.

Several vines stood stiffly in the air... Micro has always been committed to providing the best service to Valera.

However, even with enough wisdom, Micro, as a tree spirit, still couldn't react that quickly.

After being interrupted by Charles, I didn't know what to do for a moment.

Valera took a look and spoke before the vines could hit her stupid brother in the face: "Mikulo, add some honey to my cup."

Having fulfilled its wish, the banyan tree quickly abandoned Charles, the bad guy who could not be killed directly, and happily added a large spoonful of honey to Valera.

Looking at the honey block that was almost about to smash the water out of the cup, Charles couldn't help laughing.

Valera shook her head helplessly: "Can you guys be more mature?"

Although it was she who ordered Micro to hang up and beat Charles, Valeera did not think that the hatred between the two originated from her.

Maybe, when Charles was being hung, Micro was being humiliated.

Although the banyan tree is older than anyone else, its mind is actually simpler.

Because he didn't know how to express his love for Valeera, Micro chose to compete for her favor.

And because Charles was closest to her, he was always the most unlucky one.

However, Micro was still sensible and never messed around with Charles on serious matters. He was happy as long as Charles ignored his little actions.

But Charles insisted on paying attention and teased Micro from time to time, and the feud between them grew like a rolling stone.

Until now, a little thing can lead to a fight...but when they are outside, their relationship is still very good. Micro attaches great importance to Charles' safety and will never allow anyone to disrespect Charles.

This strange friendship made Valeera generally ignore their tit-for-tat.

However, she had just spent a pleasant vacation at the lord's place, and she really didn't want to see the same old episode when she came back... Valera shook the crystal cup in her hand with a little force, and said with a murderous look on her face: "It's just the New Year, and the territory is quite festive. Don't make me beat you on such a good day."

Charles and Micro both fell silent instantly.

Charles, who was sitting on the sofa, moved uneasily, and then said suddenly: "It's not a skill, just, a casual glance?"

Valera probably thought she had won the lottery, but after much trouble she realized she was overthinking it... Her eldest sister would do anything to find the truth, including torturing herself.

No wonder she couldn't stand the little games he and Micro played together. Who made Charles so smart to think of the prophecy and so stupid to ask about it?
Charles knew very well how vengeful his two sisters were and how good they were at holding grudges.

Valera simply drank the sweet lemonade in one gulp and slammed the cup heavily on the table: “I don’t know why, but fate looked at me.

I had a vague feeling that it was my destiny. There was a 99% chance that I would go down a path of no return, but I chose the 1%.

He showed me that, not because he favored me, but because he wanted to know what decision I would make.”

"What do you mean?" Charles asked puzzledly.

“Although that fate is tragic and sad, I am obviously very powerful in that fate.

I reached the highest point on earth and successfully entered the palace of the Lord of Earth."

Charles raised his head suddenly: "Servants of God, followers of God?"

The Lord of Storms and the Goddess of Darkness are basically powerful gods who hold sole divine power and have only pure followers under them. Even if those followers are stronger than some weaker gods, they can only call themselves servants of the gods.

The Ice Dog King is a god.

Even though he is so weak that even the strong humans look down on him, he is still a being with divine power and priesthood.

Although no one understood why the Lord of Ice wanted to share his own power at the beginning, after what happened ten years ago, there was no need to ask for any reasons.

The one who finally chose pure ice must have done so because only this priesthood completely belonged to his own soul.

Although the Ice Dog King is a little stupid and useless, his existence is meaningful as he can serve as a barrier between the ice and a certain goddess.

Many people even think that the reason why the Ice Dog King has such a low IQ is all because of the influence of the Rain Goddess.

However, Charles and his companions did hear some not-so-nice adjectives from their own lord... The Ice Lord might not have a very low IQ, but his personality was definitely very bad, and his style of doing things was also very unnormal.

He knew it, and Valeera naturally knew it too, so Charles understood why Valeera was anxious because she did not obtain certain abilities.

Someone with the character of the Ice Lord should be the type that their lord least likes to deal with.

Although Lowry doesn't like to show his emotions, everyone knows that he hates idiots who don't understand what others say the most.

Valera laughed, "I didn't get to see that much."

Charles asked calmly, "Do you feel sorry for it, Sister Valera?"

"Never." Valera answered firmly, "I am the best now."

"Then why hesitate?" Charles gently held his sister's hand, "Since Sister Valera can reach such a high place in another destiny, then, here, there will naturally be no problem.

At most, a little slower, a little later.

But what can we do about it?

Sister, with the Baron here, you just have to try your best to keep up with him."

"That's a bit difficult!" Valera smiled with relief, "It's the seventh ring of Baron."

Charles closed his eyes slightly.

No wonder Valeera would rather endure the pain like being pricked by needles during this period of time and let Micro absorb all his energy.

Sister Valeera always felt that she should be the one standing in front of the Baron.

Instead of having the Baron pay the price for protecting them every time something happens.

Charles, sometimes when you wake up in the middle of the night, you will have this kind of regret.

But unlike his sister, he was far inferior.

No matter how unwilling he was, he had no choice but to accept his fate and find a way to share more responsibilities with Lowry in territory affairs.

If he could make Lowry feel a little more at ease with his job, that would be the best outcome for him.

But Valeera was different. Although she had the same thoughts as Charles before, she became more spirited after suddenly becoming the person closest to the Baron among her siblings.

Compared to Chesca and Taylor who are still working hard, Valera is indeed more qualified to stand in front of Lowry and charge for him.

Charles turned his head and looked in the direction of the castle. Suddenly, he said thoughtfully, "Sister Valera, every time the Baron suddenly starts to make trouble for trivial matters, it seems that it is because his strength has reached a stage where he can't make much progress no matter how hard he tries, right?"

Valera nodded and said seriously, "So, we should take advantage of this opportunity to work hard!"

Charis couldn't help but look at his sister's hands on the table.

The muscles were shaking slightly.

(End of this chapter)