Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 957 Pat, the Abandoned
Pat walked out of the Earth Church with a bewildered look on his face, carrying a bag of nutritional supplements in his hand.

She herself didn't know why she had been fooled by that young pastor into buying so many useless things.

These low-level potions are simply not enough to replenish the nutrients and energy she has lost!
But amidst all those congratulations, Pat cleared out the entire stock.

Never mind... she staggered out the door... let's just consider it 'sharing the joy'.

Anyway, the little girl was really happy; her mouth was practically splitting open to her ears.

"So, is it really true?" The Lord of the Tower appeared again.

“Hmm.” Pat held up the bag in his hand. “The Earth Bishop said that this child has a huge need for energy, so I need to eat more good food to meet her needs.”

The Tower Lord was silent for a few seconds before asking in surprise, "I remember, the subsidy I gave you wasn't bad, Pat."

He almost blurted out, "Aren't all those high-level potions enough for her?"
They actually want to buy this kind of garbage.

Pat twirled her wrist a few times, and the huge bag swirled and danced in her hand: "It was just a moment of impulsiveness."

Although I had been waiting for this day, I was still caught off guard when it finally arrived.

"Fine..." the Tower Lord said coldly, "So, what do you plan to do after that?"
It's best not to return to the secret area of ​​the tower.

Even if I don't use you as a target, those people won't let you off the hook.

In particular, you possess exceptional talent, and yet you haven't silenced those earth priests.

“There’s no need for that,” Pat said with a smile. “I know a place that would be perfect for me to stay for a year or two.”

"Not going to Qingfeng Territory?" The Tower Lord asked curiously.

“I can’t go there.” Pat shook his head. “I won’t ask Lowry for help unless I’m completely desperate.”

At the very least, I need to ascertain the enemy's strength.

"My lord, surely no god will suddenly come looking for trouble with me?"

"No, they look down on me," the Tower Lord replied firmly.

"Only you could say that," Pat replied calmly.

"That's great. This is the most successful thing I've ever done in my life," the Tower Lord said calmly. "Otherwise, I would never have been able to be resurrected."

They all think I'll die sooner or later, so they're too lazy to argue with me about trivial matters.

Even in the face of a storm, he only sees matters of great importance concerning the survival of humanity, and he would never concern himself with the demise of an individual.

Moreover, the disasters I created are not necessarily worse than the troubles their own believers cause.

Tsk~"

Pat never asked the Tower Lord why he knew everything yet still insisted on going down the path to death.

Sometimes she felt that this god was gambling on a life-or-death game that no one knew about, and his opponent was himself.

So Pat didn't ask at all.

She hadn't lived enough yet, and had no interest in accompanying the Tower Master to peek into fate, only to fall victim to it.

Of course, the Lord of the Tower wouldn't say.

He didn't know if the only person he could communicate with had become the spirit of the tower, so he kept everything hidden in his heart.

Pat has accompanied the Tower Lord for so many years and knows a bit about the past. There must have been something wrong with that soul possession.

Before entering, he was a good friend of the Tower Lord, willing to die to save him. Afterward, he became a strange creature with only himself in his heart.

Moreover, he also possesses all of that friend's memories and common sense.

The Lord of the Tower paid a heavy price for his previous open and honest conversations.

So he stopped making friends.

Pat hesitated for a moment before asking, "My lord, what did you gain from your return this time?"

"No, I just understand a little bit about something that I couldn't figure out before." The Lord of the Tower was silent for a few minutes before actually answering her, "I never understood why a soul transfer that we had tested countless times could produce such a terrible result."

But now, I think I understand a little.

He had actually been preparing for both possibilities all along.

Of course, it wasn't to betray me, but rather, to guard against the possibility that I might betray him one day.

Well… in the world he came from, there was an interesting saying: "Lions are tamed, dogs are beaten, rabbits die, and dogs are cooked."

Pat thought about it for a moment and couldn't help but nod: "That makes sense."

“I don’t blame him,” the Tower Lord said calmly. “After all, I am not exactly a good person.”

Unfortunately, his preparations were too thorough, and when his soul attached itself to the tower, it brought all those hidden things to the surface.

So, all that remained was him, someone who was wary of me and believed his death was my doing…

Pat's lips twitched as he listened.

Although this ending is so tragic it's almost laughable, but... if you two hadn't been toying with souls and fighting for the title of Master of the Magic Tower, how could it have ended up like this?

"The Goddess of the Night hates me because I, this villain, turned the good person in her heart into a demon," the Lord of the Tower said with some melancholy. "The other gods all think this is retribution for my self-destructive actions." "Actually, it's somewhat similar," Pat said honestly. "Those who manipulate fate will eventually be manipulated by fate. This seems to be a proverb we've heard since childhood."

"Heh~ Pat." The Tower Lord chuckled sinisterly. "Perhaps, this proverb arose because of me..."

"Oh, well, I'm too young. There are some things I can't even imagine, and of course, I have no interest in finding out," Pat replied with a cheerful smile.

Just like how you still won't tell us what exactly Yuri's bloodline is all about.

The tower lord ignored her: "Since you have somewhere to go, you should hurry up and leave!"

The Earth Church won't keep secrets from you.

“I’ll go buy two foals first.” Pat looked up and glanced around. “The Vargas royal family runs a ranch nearby, so we should be able to buy them.”

"Isn't it a bit too early to be considering this?" The Tower Lord couldn't help but ask.

“Vargasma can only start training with humans when he’s five!” Pat said without blinking. “My child can ride a horse at four years old.”

"Your educational philosophy seems to be a bit too advanced."

“Lowry was able to ride a horse at three years old!” Pat retorted calmly. “I know my kid is definitely not that good, but he should be able to catch up in a year or two.”

"Oh~ Mother Pat." The Lord of the Tower said sarcastically before disappearing again. "I don't need to say these things to you."

Ok?
Pat suddenly discovered that much of the Tower God Power that had been entangled within him for over sixty years had abruptly disappeared.

She disappeared so quickly and abruptly that she had to lean against the wall for a few seconds before she returned to normal.

Pat gave a cold smile.

Although the Lord of the Tower spoke very nicely, in reality, he chose to abandon her.

After all, if that divine power remained on her, the only one who would benefit would be the child who would later absorb a large amount of her energy.

The Tower Master simply couldn't understand that her extravagant shopping spree was truly just about sharing that fleeting moment of joy.

He would only assume that Pat was so distraught because the child was too troublesome that he was grasping at straws everywhere.

Pat, however, never showed the same utmost reverence for the Lord of the Tower as the other believers.

This was a good thing before; it was a good outlet for the Tower Lord to relieve his inner turmoil.

But that's when things went wrong.

Pat would never leave the Tower Lord's divine power unused when he had no other options.

She really doesn't.

Therefore, the Lord of the Tower simply granted Pat temporary freedom.

Unless he needs Pat in the future, they probably won't be as closely connected as they used to be.

So what's wrong with that advisor being wary of him?
But this was all something Pat had anticipated, so she quickly poured herself a high-level mana potion to replenish the damage in her body.

She glanced at the eyes still watching her from afar and gave a calm yet cruel smile.

Feeling the gazes vanish in an instant, Pat walked towards his comfortable carriage.
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“Pat has disappeared in Vargas.” Leon looked down at a document, cautiously peering at his friend from under his bangs. “There’s some special intelligence from the Church of the Earth.”

"What intelligence?" Yuri replied calmly, "Is Pat pregnant?"

"Huh? You know?" Leon sat up abruptly. "Isn't it yours?"

“It’s mine.” Yuri put away the documents in his hand. “When I came back that day, you said all that nonsense, didn’t I respond to it all?”

Leon blinked: "You mean you accidentally took a powerful tonic, so you worked a little harder?"

He also said..."

He suddenly realized: "You said you think you're as strong as the White Dragon King, is that what you mean?"

How... how did you do that?

"Do you want it?" Yuri replied coldly. "However, it will take at least ten years before it takes effect again."

"Oh~ so that means you can have another child ten years from now?" Leon said thoughtfully. "If Pat is a good child in terms of both talent and personality, perhaps..."

Bang!
Milian slammed her hand on the table: "What are you doing there?"

The most important thing right now is to find Pat and protect him, isn't it?

Who knows how many people want to kill her!
Besides, wasn't that born for the Lord of the Tower?
Isn't it true that the healthier a child is, the more dangerous they are?

Do you even have a conscience?

“When did we ever have a conscience?” Leon looked at his younger brother in surprise. “Milian, what's gotten into you?”

Seven reached out and pulled the swordsman who was about to kick the table back: "Don't tease Miriam now."

"Are you sure we don't need to contact Pat?"

“It’s best for her that we keep quiet.” Yuri shook his head. “If there’s a real problem, she’ll just go to Lowry.”

After all, this was an accident that neither she nor I had anticipated.

(End of this chapter)