Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 922 It turns out they were from an ally's family.
Toronto did not want its actions to jeopardize Pat and Kyle's self-rescue plan.

To his surprise, even though he knew that Toronto was doing this to help the followers of the evil god, the sun god still agreed without hesitation.

For him, turning over a new leaf is a great thing.

Forced into evil but not choosing to harm others... such a person deserves a chance to turn back.

Therefore, the gods joined forces to cast a veil of mystery over the Azure Maple Territory... As long as Toronto does not publicly declare its identity, no matter who tries to investigate or sense it, the Azure Maple Territory's lord will remain in a state of slumber.

But Toronto is best off being alone or pondering problems by simply being Toronto.

The gods only hope that Toronto can keep up the act for as long as possible, but it doesn't matter if they can't hide it anymore.

After all, everything is still under control for now.

But this is actually quite easy for Toronto.

People who play games a lot tend to treat their accounts like their own, especially those who use the same ID in all games.

He could be sure that when he heard the game's name, he wouldn't be confused at all; it would definitely point to himself... Toronto was the name he always used when playing Western games.

Yes, he used to be a basketball enthusiast too.
Toronto changed his position and sat steadily on the ground, starting to pluck the flower stamens... The girl that the Lord of the Earth had taken a liking to had fallen into a state of frenzy, and it was unknown when she would wake up.

Hopefully, she can wake up from the temptation of money soon.

You can pursue money, but you can't become too obsessed... to the point that you forget your original goal of pursuing money.

Whether Toronto can succeed in this test from the Lord of the Earth on the first try is something even Toronto can't tell.

But if it really happens... then Toronto thinks it might change its opinion of the Lord of the Earth a lot.

Although he was so lenient and permissive with his followers that they lost control, he was quite good at judging people.

The Earth Church probably won't be completely wiped out.

Although many people become more lenient and indulgent as they become more relaxed, until they forget their original selves, there will certainly be some who stick to their principles until the end.

Just like when he was studying, he forced himself to keep studying by hanging his head from the rafters and pricking his thigh with an awl every day... It's really hard to say how much a person who can only learn by enduring pain can actually absorb.

However, some people are born with strong enough willpower that they don't need any external help and will immerse themselves in learning on their own.

Even though such people are very rare... as long as there are two or three among the followers of the Lord of the Earth...

Tsk~
Anyway, he doesn't need to be envious, he has Chesca!
Ok?
Toronto blinked sharply... A white light suddenly flashed across his bracelet.

Has someone else made it into the qualification exam?
Toronto glanced at Gloria, who was still digging in the dirt with a feverish expression, and, making sure she wouldn't wake up anytime soon, carefully examined the secluded area that was indeed separated from the fields... For many noble children, the safflower was something they could recognize at first glance.

The Lord of the Earth would never use this thing to test humanity's eyesight and character.

The problem lies with those who don't try to recruit talent.

Therefore, those who did not qualify for the exam could not see this area covered with safflowers.

Having determined that the Lord of the Earth had not yet found a suitable candidate, Toronto pressed the glowing gem on his bracelet and vanished instantly.

Then, they landed on a sunny, deserted island.

One person, one tree, one tent, a fishing rod in hand, and a large iron bucket at their feet.

Looking at the somewhat familiar images, Toronto lingered, unable to leave.

He almost thought he had entered an ocean survival game.

That kind of devilish game where you catch all the resources with a fishing rod.

The Goddess of the Night must have already made contact with Serene.

Otherwise, she definitely wouldn't have been able to create so many game prototypes.

Hmm... he figured he didn't need to worry about how to get out anymore.

Whether they hit it off immediately or each had their own agenda, they must appear to be good sisters on the surface.

It's unclear whether Serene learned a little bit on her own or simply hired an undead strategist in Toril.

As for the superficial aspects, those who are being tested, although it is hard work, at most they will only be a little tired and suffer a little.

But if it's the Undead developers... Toronto's mind instantly flashed through countless developers who should be executed, games that they clearly didn't want players to progress... So, can these gods really find a normal anchor point?
Those who can stand out in this kind of game are either incredibly brilliant or crazy enough.

After all, those who can use reverse thinking to reach the real end are actually... well... their thinking is so bizarre that no one can understand it.

Toronto suddenly had a feeling that he might have to pay a loss.

He hid behind the apple tree, observing the angler in front of him with a troubled expression... This man was very likely a representative of the eerie faction.

After all, such a blazing sun and such a hot wind... are the trials of the Goddess of the Night.

Toronto, too, can't fathom how the goddess of the night could use such a massive sun to test a heart that yearns for darkness.

In this kind of weather, shouldn't people want a blizzard?

Toronto looked at the white light flashing frantically on his wrist and couldn't help but sigh.

The person who had been intently fishing suddenly sprang to her feet, swung her fishing rod into a standard defensive stance. She quickly realized what she was doing, tossed the fishing rod aside, and grabbed the longsword lying on the sand.

Toronto was wondering why she wasn't using a shield, and then she saw the tower shield covered in dried salted fish.

He momentarily forgot the greeting he had prepared and asked in surprise, "Why don't you hang the fish on a branch?"
"What are the shields for?"

“There are only apple trees on this island.” The fishing female knight pushed up her wide-brimmed hat, which she had made by tying leaves to her hair crown. “The leaves can move, but the branches can’t. Who knows how long I’ll be here?”

Little Apple has already appeared!

I'm not going to waste a single piece of fruit.

Toronto glanced at the green apples on the apple tree... they had only just shed their last blossoms!
"When I arrived on the island, the apple tree had not yet blossomed," the female knight said gently.

"Oh~ Has time been sped up on this island?" Toronto asked in surprise.

"It doesn't seem like that. At least it feels like only a week has passed," the female knight replied sincerely.

But the apple trees had already passed their three-month flowering period.

Toronto slowly emerged from behind the tree: "Oh, although this may startle you, I just entered this ocean world."

There were only five hours left before the first group of people entered the underground labyrinth.

It was already daylight.

"Ah!" The female knight managed to feign surprise.

She probably had a similar suspicion, but she didn't expect it to be so different.

Then she quickly changed the subject: "How's it going outside?"

Although the clan chief told us there would be absolutely no problem when he let us in, I was still a little worried.

Oh, I'm sorry, how could I be so rude?

"Hello, sir, I am Quinna Carlson, a knight of the Edwards family."

According to aristocratic etiquette, if a lady remains silent about her status during conversation, a gentleman should not press her for details.

She clearly intended to use this etiquette to gain some advantage for herself.

It was indeed somewhat impolite, but it was definitely a smart choice.

Especially when her shield is still far away, acting like a useless platform.

“Hello, Ms. Quinna Carlson, I am Toronto, Toronto Heinz Clarkson.” Toronto replied with a smile, “Just call me by my first name. After all, the Edwards family and the Heinz family have always had a very pleasant working relationship.”

Kunna Carlson felt a little relieved.

She knew this man, Toronto Heinz Clarkson, from the Heinz family.

The reason for the different surnames is that the Heinz family had only one female heir, who then married into the Clarkson family.

Clarkson was not a nobleman, but merely a captain of the Royal Guard.

But for the Heinz family, who came from a merchant background, this was the best they could get close to.

Nobility could certainly bring them greater benefits, but in that case, the Heinz family would have no way to continue operating independently.

Clarkson didn't care how much money his wife's family made, as long as the resources he was promised beforehand kept flowing in.

Then, the heir of this family became a mage.

Although he was not qualified enough to join the ranks of court sorcerers, he still received some funding from the court.

To put it bluntly, they are just peripheral mages of the palace, working for His Majesty Travis just like everyone else.

This person had been staying with the adventurers, but unexpectedly, they also returned to the capital.

But it’s not incomprehensible.

With His Majesty Leon now in power, Captain Clarkson will definitely have to leave the Royal Guard, and the Toronto mage should also reconsider his path.

After all, Captain Clarkson, who has spent so many years in the palace and is now over sixty, will inevitably become one of the first believers after His Majesty Travis deified him.

However, Heinz, who has always only traded within the northern regions, is unlikely to follow His Majesty Travis completely.

As the product of a marriage between two families, it's probably quite difficult for the Toronto monk.

Having followed the Edwards family for generations and being a squad leader in the Royal Guard herself, Quinna Carlson inevitably empathizes with Toronto's situation... Although she would certainly choose loyalty over her lover, the regret would be unavoidable.

Ms. Carlson, who had just experienced a failed relationship, couldn't help but sigh.

Toronto, who was working on her speech, was almost interrupted by her sigh.

Finally, I simply tore up that idiotic manuscript from some goddess and asked calmly, "What? Does this give you a lot of feelings?"

(End of this chapter)