Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 940 Celie and the Golden Cup

Only those who understand themselves can persuade themselves, and each successful persuasion ensures that they will listen next time... Celie, who was thrown out of the vortex, smiled with satisfaction.

She made the right choice.

She had just received the Ain Stone when her time was up.

The protective capabilities of these treasures do indeed increase as their value rises.

If she had been greedy, she would have really lost everything.
If all else fails, I can always try again next time I run into her.

She tossed the log out and happily swung her short spear, humming a song as she advanced... This time, in just half an hour, she fell into a new vortex once again.

'Heh~' Celie was a little tense.

Why do these vortexes appear suddenly?

At least they used to give her a choice!

When she gets out, she'll try lying on the log and drifting with the current to see if she can get into the next one!
Siri brushed the long hair that was stuck to her face behind her ear and turned her head to look... Ah!

This time, although it was just a simple cup, it was a golden cup inlaid with gemstones and jade, and engraved with a seascape of a raging storm!

Whether judged by its artistic value or the jewels it's inlaid, this cup is far more valuable than the gold wine jug she had seen before, which was only inlaid with a few rubies.

Celie even felt that the divine power suppression this wine glass exerted on her was greater than that of the previous one.

She rolled up her sleeves and, without hesitation, drew her rapier and began to forcefully strike the wine glass!

Even if she doesn't need it later, she can still exchange it for money with her future lord!

That's an incredibly wealthy high mage!
The combined wealth of the Clark and Costa families couldn't even equal a single hair on that person's head.

Celie's eyes gleamed with golden light.

She didn't even know how she was sent out of the vortex.

But in the end, she still managed to get her cup out.

Celie hugged the golden cup and laughed happily... Then she sniffed, a little confused. Why did it smell like fresh grass?
Lowering her head to smell it again, Celie wondered with some doubt... Could it be the cup of the Lord of the Earth?
Then she immediately became alert.

Although the gods have a good relationship, the gods' followers can never have a good relationship.

Everyone has some not-so-clean jokes circulating.

There's a really outrageous joke about the Lord of the Earth.

For example... the people of the Earth Church only use stemmed glasses to drink water because their household deities occasionally use single-handled cups with handles to hold fertilizer.

The Earth Church's fertilizer has always been made from a variety of ingredients, including the excrement of magical animals, the saliva of earthworms, and... well... the bones of creatures that have been dead for several years.

If any joke related to deities can be spread instead of being immediately suppressed, it means that a certain deity has done this at least once.

The gods never deny what they have done.

Offering water to believers in the earth from a single cup can be both a provocation and a form of proof.

So… Celie’s hands trembled slightly… The Lord of the Earth wouldn’t be so cruel as to give away the cup he used to hold waste as a prize!

What else can it be used for?
Promotes growth and ensures development?

Celie gripped the cup, lying motionless on the log, lost in thought, letting the current carry her away to who-knows-where… She now regretted not having carefully checked if there were any other good things in the whirlpool!
wrong!

Celie sat up abruptly... It wasn't like she was a novice who knew about the Earth Lord's antics.

The reason that person made a mistake is simply because he lived a simple life and always used earthenware cups and jars!

In the past, the earliest cooking tools that humankind obtained were products of fire-fired clay, taught by the Lord of the Earth.

However, the Lord of the Earth did not attribute all the credit to himself... The mud did belong to him, but the fire came from the sun.

This was something he and the sun god jointly developed and taught to those humans who were still in a state of ignorance.

The relationship between humans and gods in this world has always been one of mutual support and confrontation, rather than occasional interactions within a framework of confrontation... This is absolutely because the gods have shown the utmost goodwill from the very beginning.

Even though humanity has been vying for sovereignty with the gods ever since it came to power, who would be willing to be someone else's slave when they have the ability to do so?
Furthermore, the few gods who could truly hold up the heavens with one hand did not have many demands. What truly allowed them to live in a slave society was the church that bullied others by abusing its power.

And the kind-hearted Lord of the Earth goes without saying.

His church... although very powerful, did not exert much pressure on those outside the Earthly Believers.

The only resentment that might arise is: things are too expensive, and they're making too much profit.

Even now, when the Earth Church offers gifts to its God, all kinds of cups and tableware are made of pottery and porcelain.

The Lord of the Earth has no requirements for metal products; what mineral could he not have?

On the contrary, clay products that have been refined by water and fire are more sincere.

The golden cup could not possibly belong to him.

But... Celie couldn't help but clench her fingers, feeling the imprint of the cup's handle on her palm... Surely she wouldn't have made that connection to the Lord of the Earth for no reason?
There must be something wrong with the taste of that grass!

She looked up at the high clouds in the sky and wondered to herself: Would the Toronto monk know the origin of this thing?
But she quickly realized that she was holding a magical artifact. Even if she didn't want to use it herself but wanted to sell it, she shouldn't have approached a 'kind' stranger.

Celie thought for a moment, then pulled out a few faded old clothes and started wrapping them around the cup.

"What are you doing?"

A voice, barely audible, rang in her ear.

Celie did not react at all.

She was even louder when she was scolding and trying to persuade herself, so Celie ignored it as just her own internal monologue.

'What are you doing!'

But she was soon awakened by a sharp, unpleasant voice... Even the voice of the stinky old man she was imitating in her inner monologue wouldn't be this awful.

It sounded like a scream, as if someone had their head stuck inside a glass jar, rushing from the spout into her ears.

Terrible.

Celie wondered if there was something wrong with her mind, since she sensed no alien creatures nearby, but she still bravely asked, "Who's talking?"

“I’m in your hands, being stuffed into a pile of dirty rags,” the voice said shrilly. “Do you know what you’re doing?”

Gold is soft, gemstones are smooth, and you want to make both of them matte, is that it?

"Nonsense!" Celie was angry, and she raised her voice. "These are clothes that I've worn for many years and washed myself!"

You dare call me dirty?
ha~
so I……

"When I get out of here, I'll throw you into a manure pile! I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life with flies!"

The voice quickly became calm: "Don't say that, I didn't mean your old clothes are dirty."

However, linen is always uncomfortable.

“No, that’s not true. Linen clothes are the most comfortable after wearing them for a long time,” Celie retorted. “They’re even softer than cotton!”

The cup remained silent for a long time before finally asking, "Who are you lying to? Yourself?"

"Then what do you want to do?" Celie said bluntly, "I can't possibly wrap you in silk; I wouldn't even wear it myself!"

"I am a divine artifact..." the cup said dejectedly, "If you don't respect me, you should at least respect the gods behind me!"

"Who is it? I can't tell," Celie asked, somewhat confused. "Could it really be the Lord of the Earth?"

"What's wrong with you?" the cup asked, stunned. "Who would dare to give the Lord of the Earth a cup engraved with the sea?"

"Why not?" Celie asked, puzzled. "Ever since that guy from the Tower family talked about the continental shelf near the coast, many people have been treating shallow sea areas as part of the land..."

"Nonsense!" Cup refused to accept this statement. "What kind of earth is it if people can't even stand on it?"
Ask him if he can step on it!

"Huh?" Celie paused for a few seconds before continuing, "So, whose are you?"

"Hmm? The sun!" the cup replied decisively.

"Don't be ridiculous, the sun doesn't need utensils," Celie retorted decisively.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Just because he doesn't eat normally doesn't mean he can't eat!" Cup was a little defensive. "As long as he can eat, he'll have his own cups and jars!"
Besides, which god doesn't have a holy water cup?

“You’re not the cup of our world?” Celie said disappointedly.

"Why do you say that? Where did you see that?" the cup countered.

Celie said, enunciating each word clearly, "The gods of our world never sell holy water!"

"Are you kidding me? When you're slaying demons and monsters, aren't you afraid of poison and curses?" Cup didn't believe it at all.

“Of course we’re not afraid. When we fight here, even against evil forces, we fight hand-to-hand! What kind of curse are you talking about? Isn’t that a matter of magic?” Celie answered quickly. “As for poison, we have antidotes from the Church of Earth and the Church of Darkness.”

Cup was a little confused: "No, that's not it... Where are the undead? I clearly smelled the River Styx here, which means you must have a Grim Reaper!"
As long as there is the River Styx and the Grim Reaper, there will inevitably be undead spirits that escape control.

That's a curse imposed on the Styx by the multiverse; no one can completely restrain it.

Celie blinked: "Oh, I don't know, anyway, not at the moment."

Perhaps because our world is still under lockdown, many things haven't been able to appear yet.

From what you're saying... there will definitely be more in the future?

“Definitely,” Cup said confidently. “Regardless of anything else, you still have a strong devilish scent on you! That means you’ve recently been in contact with a devil, or someone with devilish blood.”

"How close is it?" Celie asked nervously.

"Just, in the last few hours?" Cup was a little unsure, "but I can smell that awful odor on you."

A Toronto monk?

Celie thought with some difficulty... Wouldn't all her defenses just put her in the hands of her biggest enemy?

(End of this chapter)