Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 931 She ran away, what about me?

Toronto almost—no, he was already laughing out loud.

Celie Costa, who was gathering her emotions and preparing for a new outpouring of them, looked up in surprise.

Is there anything in what she said that would amuse the King's faction?

“Ms. Celie Costa, is your other friend named Tiffany Clark?” Toronto asked slowly.

“Yes!” Celie answered hesitantly. “You…you know her?”

“I didn’t know that at first.” Toronto gave a strange smile. “But just now, I heard that Miss Tiffany Clark has chosen to convert and has become a nun in the Church of Storms.”

The gods, of course, do not make any demands on the daily lives of their believers, as long as they abide by the doctrines and rules.

Of course, this is the most difficult thing for many people to do.

But the believers have not failed to understand some things after so many years of study.

To experience the power of the divine, the purer and cleaner one is, the better.

The reason why ascetics are the most devout believers is that they can indeed feel the will of God in such a simple life.

The gods themselves did not have such thoughts, but the laws did have preferences.

Therefore, even those high-ranking church officials with their own ulterior motives were well aware of the significance of the asceticism to the church.

The major churches naturally value the 'priests' and 'nuns' who are willing to give up worldly affairs, and will never allow any external forces to interfere with any affairs within the monastery.

Of course, one cannot simply become a monk and then quit at will.

First, she must have enough piety to open the door of the monastery. Second, she must have a sufficient understanding of the doctrines and rules of the deity she has converted to... Kneeling in front of the statue and reciting them repeatedly, once she passes the test, her name will be automatically recorded in a thick book at the foot of the statue.

Even a god like the Lord of Storms, who doesn't care much about his followers, will pay attention to these ascetics who may become his preachers in the future... They may even eventually enter the Storm Kingdom and become divine servants and angels under the Lord of Storms.

It's likely that the Storm Lord only just remembered his new nun's name and then heard Celie's words, which is why he connected the two identities.

Toronto now thinks that Tiffany Clark is indeed very beautiful.

Otherwise, the Lord of Storms wouldn't have been able to determine so easily that these two were the same person.

"What? What did you say?" Celie was dumbfounded... She had thought it was clever and decisive of her to find a way to get rid of the Costa family by taking advantage of the opportunity to enter the maze!
As a result, Tiffany was actually more determined?
Celie didn't feel sorry for Tiffany's choice to become an ascetic; it wasn't something she could force herself to do.

Tiffany must have thought this through very carefully before taking this path.

As the most unique identities in the major churches, 'monks' and 'nuns' would certainly be sought after by many opportunists if there were other ways to impersonate them.

However, the gods are not omniscient, but they are not so ignorant as to be unable to see clearly those who swear oaths before their idols.

To become a hermit, one must truly understand what family, love, and life are, and then resolutely choose to live a different kind of life.

The life of a 'nun' is not actually bitter, it's just rather monotonous.

At least in the eyes of outsiders like them, it is monotonous.

However, for the ascetics themselves, communicating with their deities at all times is probably the happiest thing in the world.

Regardless of what the future holds, for now, the only outcome is that the Clark family can only watch everything unfold and dare not do anything... No, they must take the initiative, be sincere and enthusiastic, and send Tiffany to the monastery together as a family, and even donate a large sum of money to the monastery to show their honor.

After all, even within the Schroeder family, no more than twenty family members could enter the training academy.

Clark is a Storm Noble! Logically speaking, having such family members should make them feel that nurturing this Gezar bloodline has already brought them the best reward.

Heh~ But if they really thought this was a good thing, how could the Storm Nobles not work hard to cultivate suitable candidates?

They certainly don't think that giving up all family ties and dedicating themselves entirely to the gods is a good thing.

A harmonious noble family would indeed be happy for a family member's rise in rank, but if that rise meant that the family member had nothing to do with them anymore... then forget it.

Otherwise, how would they prove that family is the most important thing?

Ha~ She's really something~
Celie admired Tiffany for being able to make the Clark family swallow their anger.

She just can't do it.

Perhaps because she lacks a sense of crisis, she doesn't have the urge to push herself to the brink.

and many more!

Celie suddenly realized that if she hadn't been sent to this secret realm, she would have been the next one to suffer!
Celie was terrified, her big eyes glistening as she looked at Toronto: "Respected Toronto Master, please save poor Celie since I've made myself so clear."
Costa wasn't a good person, but Clark was even worse!

Toronto smiled. "All I need is to rescue you?"

Celie keenly sensed his implication... he was asking her if she wanted to pay attention to her parents.

She couldn't help but give a bitter smile: "Master Toronto, you must have grown up in a happy, or at least responsible, family. My parents only saw me as a tool for them to achieve a better life; whether I lived or died was none of their business."

In the Gezar bloodline, only the first child is truly important, therefore, their eldest daughter's name is not Siri.

“People who can sell themselves as commodities tend to have a lower moral compass.” Toronto nodded knowingly. “Once the cold-blooded stubbornness of the wolf clan in Gezhar’s bloodline is amplified…”

Toronto knew long ago that his mother, Yages, was probably the kindest and most principled Ghezal.

The others, including Pat, all have an extremely cold side... perhaps it's amplified by hatred, but they definitely have it.

This is an advantage for the Avengers.

But if it's something that naturally exists in everyday life, then it's probably something like Count Gezar.

He shook his head inwardly, but didn't intend to continue.

Discussing with the person who was hurt how inhuman her parents were—something even her ex-boyfriend wouldn't have done.

Toronto simply said softly, "No matter what you get here, I will send you to Green Maple Territory."

Mrs. Yages should be willing to accept you.

Celie said somewhat awkwardly, "Clark should be able to track me down."

Toronto glanced indifferently into the distance before turning to look at her: "Don't worry about that."

The Clark family would never dare to come looking for you in Green Maple Territory.

Of course, if someone actually has that kind of guts, you'll be in for a lot of fun.

Although Gale Wolf's current contractor is Baron of Maple Ridge, he still uses half of the identity of Gezar.

Those of the Gezar bloodline he acknowledges will receive the protection of the Gale Wolves.

In other words, anyone who dares to do something against your will in Qingfeng Territory will inevitably taste the bitterness of a wolf's kiss.

"You, you know so much!" Celie's eyes seemed to sparkle.

Unfortunately, it was just speculation.

Toronto waved his hand: "I used to live in the Big Ice Mountain and I also have permanent residency in Maple Territory, so I'm very familiar with things there."

You'll find out about these things very quickly once you get there.

Baron of Green Maple never hides his power.

Of course, because he displays his strength to everyone, anyone who dares to bare their teeth at him will inevitably face a thunderous counterattack.

He won't stop for anyone.

“We gave an absolute warning beforehand... so we should indeed go all out against an enemy who still dares to attack.” Celie nodded in agreement.

She believed what the other person said to some extent.

But rather than relying solely on others for survival, Celie still hoped to find some support within the water maze.

Others can only protect her life at most, but whether she can become stronger and no longer have to live in fear is up to her alone.

Toronto understood what she meant and gestured with his chin: "Go! Remember who you are now."

Then he simply disappeared.

Celie froze for a few seconds, then suddenly plunged her head into the icy seawater... However, no strange creatures appeared in the crystal-clear water.

Forget about fish, shrimp, and crabs, there wasn't even a single piece of seaweed.

Just before she reached her limit of breathing, she jerked her head back, her long hair whipping through the air in a clear line across her back.

Celie reached out and scratched her wet hair, then looked up at the sky: "Tsk~ Mage..."

She swallowed back all her inappropriate thoughts, brandished her steel spear and splashed water backward, quickly leaving the spot.

Regardless of who this sorcerer really is, she must hurry up and find her 'good fortune'.

Celie dared not expect any mage to wait long for her in this godforsaken place.

Toronto, standing atop the cloud, watched her series of actions and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth... He now suspected that those jokes about mages weren't learned by his mother from the King's army, but rather passed down through generations of the Gezar family.

He could have done the same thing as Celie when he was a kid.

"You seem to like this little girl quite a bit?" A string of black text appeared on his crystal panel. "Because of bloodline, or because of that subtle resemblance?"

(End of this chapter)