Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 567 What a cute little bird!
Almes, who was standing outside the side door of Storm Church, also had a worried look on his face.

"Brother?" Pearl, who quietly appeared beside him, looked around curiously, "Who is it that can make you look so bitter?"

"I wanted to go talk to that Toronto wizard my father mentioned." Almes sighed, "but he saw me and seemed to see..."

"Don't say any adjectives, brother." Pearl interrupted him decisively, "I am still a human being, and I don't want to be turned into a weird creature by you."

Almes really smiled bitterly this time, "It's been a year since we last met. You've grown a lot, Pearl."

"My father took me to the Adventurer's Tavern for more than half a month." Pearl said with a smile, "Although I didn't learn much combat experience, I became much more eloquent."

She raised her chin and said, “Didn’t they say that the Toronto mage came from a merchant family?
If you show up with this posture that you practiced when surrounded by princes and princesses, it would be strange if he wasn't scared away!

I guess I thought I met someone who was here to collect the meeting tax!"

Almes couldn't suppress the twitching of his mouth...his sister's mouth had indeed become much more venomous, and she also knew a lot of strange things.

This unspoken royal rule of accepting a large amount of gifts when meeting with businessmen has not appeared for a long time... since His Majesty Travis came to power.

Even before the King's unfortunate princes who had been manipulated by the great nobles completely lost their power, they did not do such shameful things.

Even those who were forced to do it 'voluntarily' were basically being cheated by their own family.

The princes just wouldn't 'refuse' such kindness, but they wouldn't ask for it either.

"Don't talk about things that no longer exist, Pearl." Almes smiled reservedly: "I accept my father's advice, but it doesn't mean that I will contact him directly.

You have to..."

"A wizard who can mingle with adventurers probably wouldn't be able to accept a test like yours in an aristocratic style." Pearl shook her head, "Brother, you're still too high and mighty."

Almes was stunned for a moment. "I was quite friendly! I even smiled at him!"

"That mask-like smile of yours, eh~ forget it! My brother.

It will only be more terrifying.

That kind of condescending friendliness... "Pearl raised an eyebrow and said in a strange tone, "He probably just thinks that you want to find the password to open his dimensional space before killing him."

Almes suddenly realized: "Oh... I was just overthinking it."

"Is it just like what Dad said... Although my brother tried hard to maintain his attitude, he was still affected by the recent attention?" Pearl leaned close to him and asked softly, "Otherwise, my brother in the past would not have turned a blind eye to Miss McMillan like he does now."

"I may be a little flattered," Almes said thoughtfully, "After all, the attitude of those ladies towards me in the past was only slightly more polite than ignoring me.

But now they act like I am their perfect marriage partner.

I don't care about them themselves, but the sudden change in status always makes people feel a little more relaxed and happy.

Especially, when we were young, we were often mocked and looked down upon by others. "

Even though Ezra already had a future in the army when he and Pearl were born, it was not as great as it was in the later period, and there were many people with similar status to him... At that time, Ezra needed to rely more on the support of the royal family.

In the eyes of the royal family and the great nobles, Ezra was more of a member of the royal side branch, a follower and a yes-man of His Majesty the King.

The princes and princesses who came from the big families that even dared to take action in such an important matter as the succession of the throne, as well as their descendants, must have been very arrogant when facing Almes and Pearl.

Even though he was born smart and determined, Almes would definitely be affected a little.

Although he can get rid of this influence, it does not mean that he will not feel anything after turning things around. As long as one is a human being, he cannot give up the happiness of "30 years in the east, 30 years in the west".

Even Pearl couldn't help but imagine it when she heard this, and then she said with a sympathetic heart, "No wonder Mom insisted that I come with them."

If she stayed at home in the capital, and she was so easily influenced, Pearl didn't dare to think about what would become of her.

Even though she definitely wouldn't do anything bad, but...

Tsk... Pearl's face suddenly showed a look of regret.

"It's too obvious, my sister," Almes warned.

"I just want my mother to know what she did to me!" Pearl said with a particularly emphasizing expression, "This may be the only chance in my life for me to act pretentiously like this!"

"Provoking hatred?" Almes totally disagreed.

"Someone like you who has been attracting hatred since childhood will never understand me." Pearl sighed and shook her head.

Almes couldn't help but frown... How could an ordinary little wizard like him attract any hatred?
Never mind. His sister always has a filter when looking at him.

Almes brought the topic back to the topic: "I will be the most responsible to McMillan if I don't go to her. The most important thing for the McMillan family now is to smoothly get enough benefits from the Schroeder family.

If she was retaliated by those wilful young ladies because of her closeness to me, it would be too much for her."

His gratitude was not yet so heavy.

Almes believed that Celestia could understand his politeness.
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Celestia did understand, but she didn’t want to accept it.

Almes' attitude necessarily presupposes a complete rejection of her.

Because I don't want to have anything to do with her, I feel that this is an unprovoked disaster.

But Celestia wants that!

The McMillan family is not afraid of oppression by those traditional nobles!
She even hoped for this consequence... The Storm Lord Temple would not care about the fight between McMillan and Schroeder, but if any external force dared to interfere, the temple would definitely take quick action to resolve all problems.

There is no way the Main Temple would openly favor the Schroeder family, who were rejected by the Storm Incarnate.

Then McMillan will win without any effort!

But this can only be a passive event, and there must not be any trace of McMillan in it.

Otherwise, her family would have to decline along with Schroeder.

Storm Knight is the Lord's sword, and the blade can only ever be pointed outward.

Celestia didn't believe that Almes, who had been in the palace for so many years, would not understand these inside stories. The only reason he did this was... he didn't plan to have any emotional interactions with her in the future, so he simply cut off all ties.

The beautiful Storm Knight stood in the alley on the other side of the Storm Cathedral, staring coldly at the mage who looked down on her, her clenched fists creaking.
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At this moment, there is still half an hour before the arrival of the big storm that everyone is waiting for.

It is not certain whether the storm believers in the church are prepared, but the several winding alleys outside the church are already filled with spectators and peepers who are ready at any time.

When Yuri allocated land to the Church of the Storm, he chose an area that was well connected and close to residential areas. It was really wise.
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"Master Priest." Bishop Blair looked at Schroeder, who was sitting in front of a whirlwind with a livid face, with concern, "Are you okay?"

"Look, look!" Priest Schroeder said viciously, "I'm not dead yet! The guys who are going to attend my funeral and divide my offerings are already in place."

Blair was speechless.

After all, it was the high priest in front of him who prevented him from stepping out to drive those people away.

He searched his stomach for a long time, and finally squeezed out a sentence with difficulty: "The Lord Priest must be the final winner. Those guys can only come to watch our victory fireworks!"

Priest Schroeder glanced at his follower strangely and said, "It's a good analogy. Don't say it again. It will make people want to send you down first."

"Yes, sir." Blair immediately responded respectfully... He would rather be scolded than analyze the future that even his own chief priest could not figure out.

"Hmm..." Priest Schroeder looked at the figures in the whirlwind, "Here they come! They are indeed flying birds."

A small bird that is almost invisible to the naked eye is magnified in the wind vortex.

The reason why you can't see it clearly is not because it is too small.

Instead, it is only the size of a baby's fist, and the color of its feathers blends in with the wind.

This should be a talent.

Priest Schroeder observed carefully and determined that the bird's feathers would change with the change of wind speed... The wind seems invisible, but when it blows, there will definitely be traces. If there is no change at all, it will actually be very obvious to people with keen observation.

But if Priest Schroeder had not observed this little bird through the eye of the storm, which had been awakened after more than half a year of prayer, there would be no difference between it and the wind.

“Interesting, no wonder it only opens before a storm comes.

It originally came on the strong wind before the storm.

This bird, in fact, is a good match for the Church of Storms." Schroeder said with great emotion, "I wonder if my Lord will discuss with the great wizard after everything is over and tell the main temple how to communicate with this bird."

Blair was completely confused: "Master Priest! What are you doing..."

Priest Schroeder shook his head, stood up and patted his robe: "Blair!
Let me tell you one final truth.

There is nothing wrong with being selfish, but you must have the courage and responsibility to bear the consequences.

Otherwise, you will slide directly into the abyss.

I could have chosen not to do that, but... Blair, you know, I have great-grandchildren, right?
What a cute child!"

(End of this chapter)