Durin's Diary

Chapter 174 It’s rare to be confused
"Well, someone's dog is actually a traitor." The eldest prince's subordinate smiled and said, "What a good dog."

The Second Prince's subordinate had a dark expression on his face, but he still pointed out the problem: "What's going on? There's nothing in the direction the half-elf's gun is pointing! How can that urn float on its own?"

"The tracing has been disturbed. There are strange wavelengths." The red-robed wizard replied.

Fisher's hair stood on end - in just one short sentence, the red-robed wizard used seven different tones, three different speaking speeds, and four accents, two female and two male.

Something terrible and great has come.

"As you can see, I am only a tiny creature," the red-robed wizard said as Aria spoke beside him, then knelt down.

His mind was lost.

As the light was swallowed up, everyone suddenly noticed a young man in a black robe standing behind the red-robed wizard. He smiled with his face hidden by the hood. His left hand was supporting the red-robed wizard's chin, and the dagger in his right hand was placed on the red-robed wizard's neck.

"The little girl who controls the magic web clearly warned you not to pursue my believers. I really didn't expect that I would meet someone who is not afraid of death today. Is it because her motto is not strong enough, or is it because my sword is so rusty that even mortals dare to overstep their bounds?" There was no worldly air, no anger, and no dissatisfaction in his words.

But when Fisher saw his appearance clearly, the old fish lowered his head immediately - this is the god of revenge!
Almost all the mortals present bowed their heads at the same moment. This was a great alien god. If he wanted to kill, no one would be able to survive the next second!

Fortunately, he is a foreign god who favors order and will not kill for no reason.

"The deceased has his own family. Please forgive his transgression and do not take his soul."

A petite girl appeared out of nowhere, with long golden hair and pointed, elf-like ears. She wore a pointed wizard's hat from an old era, and her silver eyes seemed to gleam with the power of wisdom. In her hands, she held a thick book, upon which divine words shone.

A wizard recognized her and immediately performed the wizard's salute.

Mother of Arcane!

Fisher was sweating profusely - things had reached a point that was completely beyond his imagination.

"Very well, I won't kill anyone today." Retracting his dagger, the hooded God of Vengeance took two steps back, then saluted in another direction with a smile on his face. "Greetings, Lord of the Gods, Your Excellency the Nameless One who walks the earth. Your arrival brings me... great joy."

Everyone's eyes were cast in that direction.

At this moment, what appeared in Fisher's eyes was a young man in a floor-length robe. He was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He stood there smiling and looked very ordinary, but his smile was inexplicably very beautiful, which made people completely unguarded.

The Primordial Creator, a god without a name, and therefore sometimes referred to as the Nameless One, spoke, "I know you are protecting that child. On this point, I agree with you. The child must be saved. So, this time, this mortal can be spared the death penalty, but his punishment must be lived. I will sever his magic web for three months. What do you say?"

He spoke his last words to the Mother of Arcane. The petite goddess nodded. "Usurpation is indeed a bad trait. I have no problem with it." She then walked over to the red-robed wizard and placed her free left hand on his forehead. "Remember today's punishment, remember the gods' mercy. There won't be a next time, because next time I will personally punish you for overstepping your authority!"

Fisher felt cold from head to toe - the Original Creator and the God of Vengeance both wanted to protect a child...what did this mean.

Maybe others don’t know, but in Fisher’s opinion, the identity of this child is already obvious.

Just as he thought of this, he heard a light cough from the Original Creator. At the same time, a dagger appeared in front of Fisher.

"Old man, you're just a mortal, why are you so clever?" The God of Vengeance, who had nearly slashed Fisher's neck, put away his dagger in a bad mood. He put his arm around Fisher's neck and looked at the Original Creator with a puzzled look on his face: "Hey, why did you save him?"

"To punish without teaching is a sin." The young-looking god smiled at Fisher. "Since you already know the answer, I must warn you. Don't tell anyone who asks. If anyone threatens you, call me or him. We will appear immediately. Mortals are foolish. Perhaps it will take a few punishments and exterminations by him and me before they understand. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand, honorable Anonymous, King of the Gods, I will swear on my life that I will keep my mouth shut. If anyone threatens me, you and the God of Vengeance can come directly to me in an instant. I will have no secrets from you and him." Having said that, Fisher bowed his head, raised his hands, and took the oath - this was Fisher's expression.

With so many people hearing it today, Fisher believed that there would definitely be some who would not believe it and would want to force him to say something. If he had to summon the gods, he might as well swear an oath from the beginning. If he was really forced by someone, when the real gods came to an end, Fisher sincerely hoped that their necks would be able to block the sharp blade in the hands of the gods.

"That's right. Well, since you're so understanding, here, little old man, I'll give you this dagger to play with." The God of Vengeance then held the dagger upside down and handed it to Fisher. "Your people and those of the Northerners often come to my shrine, and this dagger has passed through their hands many times. Revenge is the lifeline of many of you, and I'm tired of seeing it. You guys never tire of it, so I hope one day you'll return it to me personally, rather than another old man handing it back to my witches."

After saying this, when Fisher took the sword, the god suddenly disappeared into thin air.

"It's time for me to go," said the Mother of Arcane, and then she saluted the Primordial Creator: "Greetings to you, the true king of the gods."

The Primordial Creator smiled as he bid farewell to his kind, then walked over to Fisher. He reached out and smoothed Fisher's collar, "Many years ago, I saw you by his side. After all these years, you still haven't forgotten the mission he entrusted to you. You've done well, neither disappointing him nor bringing shame to your oath."

Fisher's eyes turned red.

"Okay, I have to go too. If I stay any longer, this area will be polluted." After saying that, he disappeared.

Everyone started gasping for breath at this moment.

Fisher took a deep breath, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and then spread his arms: "Does anyone want to ask me the answer?" He looked at everyone with a smile.

"Boss, just tell me who you want to harm, and I'll help you kill him. Don't mention his name and hurt everyone." The dwarf was the first to react. He opened his dwarf lips and made a "Pah" sound without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)