Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 910 The Roof Suddenly Opens

"You'd better prepare yourself!" Wyatt said expressionlessly, looking at the battle above. "Pat is back, and the capital city will definitely not be peaceful for a while."

No one among the northern nobles would get involved in her entanglement with the Church of Storms.

Even those two Storm Nobles wouldn't."

“Schroder?” Patrick asked, his voice slightly unsteady.

"The Schröder family, in order to atone for their sins, not only lost all their key members, but also allocated a large portion of their assets to compensate the victims."

Including the assets of the Gezar family.

Normally, with the complete annihilation of Gezar's direct descendants, the spoils should be shared by Countess Gabriele Montes and Lady Annas.

But Countess Montes refused immediately.

Miss Agnes left behind some special items, gave some family heirlooms to Countess Montes, and distributed the rest of the money.

Patrick asked hesitantly, "The tower?"

“Yes, they’re all in the tower.” Wyatt nodded.

With the entire Gezar family wiped out, only two minors remain in the Schroeder family... but the anger and resentment of the Gezar ladies could not simply subside.

“The Church of the High Tower, in the future…” Patrick whispered, “will probably become the true enemy of the storm, won’t it?”

“It’s obvious,” Wyatt said softly. “So, when something like this happens, not getting involved is the greatest respect we can show.”

Even the Lord of Storms can only remain silent in the face of such a struggle.

He knew very well that the Church of Storms was an eyesore to Pat and the other survivors.

But he can't let a small number of scoundrels implicate everyone.

That's not fair.

It can only be said that this frenzied revenge from the victims, and its endless entanglements, will probably only end on the day when the women of Gezar leave this world.

Before this, the Church of Storms could only endure it on its own.

Of course, those who consider themselves innocent, such as the old high priest at this moment, certainly wouldn't tolerate it for no reason.

But they won't use their full strength unless they can't hold on any longer.

Especially powerful moves like summoning divine punishment are simply unusable.

After all, Gezar actually has one most terrifying trump card: the truth.

Everyone who knew about this tacitly agreed not to let it spread, not out of fear of the Church of Storms.

Instead, this event will only cause panic among the people and create doubts about the nobility and the church as a whole.

Gezar, Schroeder, and other high-ranking members of the Storm Church who were implicated and eliminated could not escape their noble status.

The rumors don't just point to the Church of Storms.

Moreover, it will also harm Gezar himself.

Even if they were filled with hatred for the whole world, the Gezar girls would remain silent for the sake of those little girls who could still feel happiness.

There are no end to the evildoers in this world.

Although the nobleman who couldn't keep quiet about the outcome of the Gezar affair is now dead, he still brought danger to those of the Gezar bloodline.

Those in the know tacitly refrain from telling young people these things, precisely because they don't want the danger to escalate.

Young people's mouths are always like they're hiding in the 'realm of honesty'; give them a little reason and they forget the silence they should have.

However, Pat's return, the nobles' unanimous avoidance, and even the weakness of the Storm Church will make it impossible to keep this a secret any longer.

Wyatt couldn't help but sigh again.

Fortunately, after the leak at the Noble Affairs Office, His Majesty Travis personally visited the secret magic circle and changed the origins of all the Gezars who were willing to change their names, thus completely destroying their original connections.

Their bloodline is already far removed from the main branch. Once those connections are severed, even bloodline magic probably wouldn't be able to trace them back to their lineage.

The purest Gezar bloodline is estimated to exist in only two places: Maple Ridge and the Tower Secret Realm.

Who would dare to make a move in this secret, towering place?

It's not that the secret place is truly inaccessible; besides, Pat and the others will come out for various reasons.

However, as devout followers of the Lord of the Tower, their children have a very high chance of becoming incarnations of the Lord of the Tower.

Furthermore, from the moment they become pregnant, they will be immediately protected by the Lord of the Tower.

If a truly evil person had that kind of ability, they wouldn't even bother with such a scheme.

As for that Lord of Qingfeng... he probably actually welcomes this kind of fool to give him some practice.

As far as Wyatt knows, Lori Montes is already able to play wrestling games with his dear friend Luscania!

Wyatt glanced up at Yuri, who was smiling and talking to Marquis Edwards, and had a feeling that today's events were not over yet.

He glanced at Patrick, who was deep in thought and had a serious expression: "Does your mother know what happened to dear Dada?" Patrick shuddered, his expression contorting for a second before returning to normal: "Uncle, you're always so powerful and knowledgeable."

Mom knows.

However, Dada sounds a bit like a dog's name, so how about Darlene instead?

Wyatt gave Patrick a serious look, who had given his younger brother a couple's name from the bottom of his heart: "I knew it~ Our kids aren't that serious."

Just like your father, all talk and no action.

“My dad?” Patrick asked nervously.

“Don’t worry about him hearing our conversation.” Wyatt shrugged. “I dare to talk nonsense so close to Pat because I’m carrying an hourglass with a shielding spell.”

He pulled out an hourglass from his pouch and pointed to the half-full sand: "If it all falls in, the spell's effect will disappear."

Patrick was somewhat surprised: "Don't we have a permanent shielding artifact at home?"

“That’s useless,” Wyatt scoffed. “I have several things that can break it, not to mention those archmages.”

For anything popular, there's bound to be a popular solution; don't trust that stuff too much.

Patrick's eyes darted around, and he immediately understood why Wyatt had so many good things... His dear uncle had a rather extensive network of lovers and a rather complex network of social interactions.

They're probably all souvenirs of youth.

The timer function is quite unique... Only people who need to leave within a specified time will use the hourglass as a shielding device.

Then he asked bluntly, "What interesting things has my dad done?"

"The fact that he immediately realized how Darlene ended up in your family shows that he's not the rigid type," Wyatt said calmly.

"Ha~ha~" Patrick responded to his uncle with two sarcastic laughs.

"Hmm~ I think the day you're willing to share what's inside that crystal ball with your dear uncle, you'll probably hear a lot of interesting little stories." Wyatt revealed his true intentions.

“No problem.” Patrick nodded immediately. “However, Uncle, my mother has a clearer version, and she will definitely share it with the family.”

“Silly boy,” Wyatt glanced at him. “No wonder you can’t get pretty girls.”

Just as Patrick was about to ask further questions, he heard a loud crash from the ceiling.

The ceiling, which had been well controlled by the magic circle, suddenly cracked.

Wyatt quickly turned the hourglass in his hand upside down and shook it.

Brutus immediately looked over.

But the two brothers couldn't communicate much, since their expensively built ceiling had been completely dismantled.

The Storm High Priest, who had been relentlessly attacked by Pat, was suddenly struck by two more sword strikes when a frost suddenly shot out from his body.

The frost quickly turned into a ball of ice and snow, making a creaking sound... Then, the ice and snow transformed into several blurry humanoid creatures that swirled around the Storm High Priest.

Although Pat's sword was fast and sharp, it was still unable to break through these protective knights who were clearly at level 16 in combat.

Instead of continuing the frenzied battle, she flipped over and landed on the luxurious crystal wall lamp, looking up at the huge dragon head that had reached in.

“Ms. Luscania?” Yuri’s voice broke the silence. “What brings you here? Is there anything I can do for you?”

"Hmm?" Luscania said casually, "Isn't this the home of the Guardians of Wealth? What's little Yuri doing here?"

“While that is indeed the intention of the Edwards family, they do not possess the wealth you imagine.” Although he knew it was unlikely, Yuri still chose to defend the clearly intimidated Marquis Edwards.

“Oh, I know, I was just asking.” Luscania answered readily. “This guy made his money by shamelessly pretending to be stupid with the White Dragon! How could I not know?”

However, this name suits my taste better.

“It is an honor for the Edwards family,” Marquis Edwards replied politely immediately.

"Huh? Why is Pat fighting here?" Luscania asked, somewhat puzzled. "Isn't the Lord of the Tower over at Scroll Mountain? What's he doing causing trouble in the North?"
If you don't feel like you've had enough of a fight, then Travis will be there soon too.

Pat responded with a strange expression: "I've been free lately, just came back to visit."

"My lord has not issued any decrees concerning the North."

“Oh…” Luscania tilted her head and suddenly fell silent.

The people in the hall were momentarily at a loss as to how to approach Ms. Long, who clearly had an ulterior motive but didn't want others to know it.

Her forgetting her lines didn't hurt her own dignity, but rather, it hurt other people's hearts.

No one wanted to say an extra word that would allow the dragon, who didn't know how to proceed, to use him as an excuse.

Despite being severely injured and having used his life-saving ultimate move, the Storm High Priest remained silent.

But he clearly had no intention of running away.

There are some things that, as a believer in God, he must see clearly, even if it means dying here.

(End of this chapter)