A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 309 You go shopping~ I go shopping~ Let's pretend we don't see each other when we meet~
Quinn in the church already knew who it was even before she entered.

Before entering the abyss with Amamiya Nene, he had signed a master-servant contract. Once they entered a certain range, he could sense each other's presence. As she got closer and closer, Quinn was momentarily at a loss.

As is well known, due to the Empire's discrimination against the White Church, the relationship between the Church of the Returning Tree and the White Church is not good. The White Church in Aishwell is located at one end of the city, more than a dozen blocks away, and they have no contact with each other on a regular basis.

So what are you doing here, a white Muslim?
So when Amamiya Nene rushed in and saw Quinn, he was sitting there drinking water, completely unharmed. A broken water glass covered most of his face, and only his eyes glanced at her casually, seemingly surprised but not so surprised.

The two looked at each other.

"Is it good?" Amamiya Nene sneered.

"good."

Quinn nodded slightly, picked up the damn broken kettle, and added water to his cup: "What are you doing here?"

Amamiya Nene stared at his face for a long time, her beautiful eyes as calm as a clear spring.

Behind her was a suspicious-looking Sissa. For some reason, the group of bodyguards didn't come in, and Misha was left alone outside.

Quinn saw that she didn't speak, so he drank some water. And to his surprise, the tap water from the Guishu Church tasted pretty good.

Finally, Amamiya Nene looked at the donation box next to her.

Without a word, she took out her wallet, poured out all the gold and silver coins inside, and stuffed them into the donation box with a clattering sound that was extremely pleasant.

Quinn: ?
Xisa: ?
Under the bewildered gazes of the two, the little witch trotted out the door in her ten-centimeter high heels, paused for a moment outside, then turned back and called out to Sissa, "Hey."

"First, my name isn't Hey, it's Xisa."

"Don't cause trouble." Amamiya Nene stared at him, her tone unfriendly.

These two actually know each other? Quinn was a little confused.

Sissa shrugged, feigning innocence.

The sound of footsteps faded away.

The two remained silent in the church, and the somber atmosphere was not broken until Misha returned.

"That woman is wearing the White Sect's silver bell jewelry, isn't she?" Misha didn't recognize Amamiya Nene, but her face was very grumpy. Unlike when she was arguing with Sissa earlier, she now exuded an inexplicable aura of displeasure from head to toe, like a wildcat hissing after being provoked by its own kind.

"Really? The White Church?" Sissa was quite nonchalant. Ever since Quinn met him, this priest had always spoken in a slow and unhurried tone, as if he had no idea about Amamiya Nene's faith: "She even donated money."

The priest pointed to the donation box.

“Yes,” Quinn testified, “he donated over a dozen gold coins.”

"Pence! Pence!!" Sissa suddenly shouted, "I remember now, she's a white person, she only donated a dozen pence, that damned stingy infidel came to provoke us—"

David and the others outside the church soon saw Amamiya Nene walk out, expressionless and with a brisk pace.

She said "thank you for your hard work" to everyone, and then walked forward along the main road without looking back—this road leads to the cemetery of the Guishu believers. No one knew why she was walking in that direction, as if there was something unlucky in the Guishu church.

David didn't keep up with her, and a strange scene unfolded—David didn't move, nor did the bodyguards behind him, as if they were there to protect not the Cavendish heiress, but him, the security captain.

Seeing Amamiya Nene walking further and further away in a huff, with no intention of turning back, David had no choice but to call out to her: "Aren't you going to explain?"

Amamiya Nene's steps froze instantly. The thin heels of her high heels, which formed a straight line with the lines of her calves, remained perfectly still, just like a model making a sudden stop at the end of a runway walk, a posture that was pleasing to the eye.

"Explain what?" Amamiya Nene asked with a smile.

She was indeed smiling, her eyes crinkling, but for some reason, these people felt a chill, perhaps because her arms were crossed over her chest, and her left index and middle fingers were impatiently tapping the side of her arm.

If Quinn were here, he would definitely recognize that this woman had gotten angry. Back then, when he asked, "Why did you seem to enjoy it when I massaged your feet?" the little witch crossed her arms, nodded, and asked with a smile, "Really?"

But David didn't see it. He first glanced back at the church—just as Quinn couldn't see the entrance, his view was also blocked by those damned blankets and baby diapers, making it impossible to see who was sitting inside that towering, imposing church.

He had wanted to follow her in earlier, but it seemed he had provoked the church's administrator. The young red-haired woman was small in stature, but her temper was even more volatile than that of the tall North Continent people. Her expression seemed to say, "If you take one step in, I'll start praying."

The church's administrators are virtually invincible on church territory. Even a mere Envoy would struggle to defeat them, let alone a Sequence. Furthermore, no matter how atheistic Grindelwald is, or how much he clashes with the cults, he wouldn't allow his own territory to be attacked by an outsider superhuman. David doesn't want to escalate the situation; his identity is too sensitive.

David looked into the church for a long time, but all he could see were old farmers drying chestnuts coming and going. A strange banner hung in the sky above the church, with red background and white characters: "The more turbulent the wind and waves, the more we must work together and uphold the original intention of Guishu Church to promote economic growth and improve the well-being of believers."

He had no choice but to turn around and see Amamiya Nene still smiling and waiting for him to continue. Although the fingers on his arm were getting increasingly impatient as he tapped, David still asked bluntly, considering her attitude towards him today, "Who is he?"

When speaking, take a step forward and lean slightly to the side—avoid standing directly opposite the other person during conversation. This makes it easier to create a relaxed atmosphere and prevents the other person from feeling that you are being confrontational.

This almost subconscious action was taught to him by the Branson family's tutor.

"Who is he?" Amamiya Nene's eyes curved wider and wider with her smile, now looking as innocent and adorable as crescent moons. "What do you mean, 'who is he'? Is there a problem with me going in to donate some money? Or do you think I'd cut all ties with him just because Sissa is a bit embarrassing?"

"I didn't mean Sissa."

A bodyguard behind him subtly tugged at his sleeve, secretly signaling him not to ask, but David couldn't think of anyone who could make Amamiya Nene so anxious, and he was itching to say: "Well, that man who made you rush over to save him."

"ha--?!"

The powder keg exploded. Amamiya Nene dragged out the last syllable of "Ha," and then her smile turned into a thoroughly cold laugh.

"Interesting, very interesting. You mean I rushed over here to save him? Is it wrong for me to care about God? Who cares about him? What does it have to do with me? Don't be so arrogant. Don't you even know who followed me first? Disgusting, the lowest of the low among men—a perverted voyeur and stalker."

The more he cursed, the faster he spoke, his words as fast as a spell being cast, as sharp as icicles.

Amamiya Nene's words usually have a chilling quality, and one would normally find it incredibly satisfying to be scolded by someone with strange fetishes. But the problem is, she's doing it to David, leaving him completely bewildered. "Me? A creepy stalker? Isn't that a bit too much?"
David had never been scolded more than he had been in his entire life during that short period of time.

"Ha ha"

As Amamiya Nene cursed, she started laughing at herself. She shook her head, panting, and it was unclear who she was angry at. Finally, as if remembering something, she turned her coat pocket inside out—

A soft rustling sound filled the pocket as dust, mixed with small bricks and pebbles, seeped out. These were fragments of bricks that Amamiya Nene had used for divination and navigation. It was hard to imagine that someone with OCD would stuff such things into her pocket, as if hiding them from everyone.

"Drink water, drink yourself to death. Tonight I'll buy the waterworks and pour Viagra into the pipes. If you like going to Branson's house, go every day. You'll be so weak you'll die. So what if you have a girlfriend? What are you showing off for? Everyone has one." She muttered to herself as she vigorously brushed the dust off her nails, which were covered in a little parrot tattoo.

Finally, she took off the coat, her movements as childish as a four-year-old taking off their clothes.

David smiled helplessly after seeing her vent her anger: "Fine, if you don't want to tell me before I ask, I can wait until later, when you're willing to. At least wait for us, right? Aishwell hasn't been very peaceful this year; our house was recently burgled. Your divination skills are impressive, but when danger comes, you always need a man to protect you."

As he spoke, he opened his umbrella and stepped forward to shield her from the sun.

But the next second, David's eyes widened in shock, and his body retreated uncontrollably. Two shields, each as tall as a person, popped out of the spatial arcane device. The shields glowed with the extraordinary rainbow light of "Knights Do Not Die Barehanded." The sound of the two shield-wielding knights slamming their shields into the ground was like an iron wall descending from the sky.

The other two bodyguards flanked David, their skin glowing with a bronze luster, their robes billowing with energy, assuming a stance reminiscent of Brazilian capo dance, with a faint gust of wind blowing between their fists and arms.

All of this happened almost instantly; the bodyguards formed a tight protective formation, surrounding David closely in the center.

The reason for this almost reactive behavior was the white creature that suddenly appeared in front of Amamiya Nene.

Wangcai has grown a bit bigger and now looks just like a little bear cub. What's most peculiar is that a pair of small secondary wings have grown under its white feathered wings, and there's a slight bulge on its forehead, like a bump.

Amamiya Nene tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over these people as if questioning, 'That's all?'

"My dad says men are worse than dogs, so he made me raise Wangcai. It's just a dog, why are you all so afraid?"

Because of his sequence, David's inspiration far surpassed that of the bodyguards; only he could clearly sense the ripples in space.

What kind of dog can use space magic?
Amamiya Nene said expressionlessly, "Do I need a bodyguard? I've been staying in your house for the past few years just to give my mother face. Going on blind dates every day, am I that old or just bored from being single?"

She patted Wangcai's little head, and Wangcai affectionately rubbed his little head against her hand, acting all cute and playful.

"Let's go back and move out. Pshaw, who wants to be his girlfriend's neighbor? He doesn't even take a carriage, just swaggering right past my door, and then he just walks out like that, taking a stroll? So idle all day?"

Wangcai seemed to know who she was cursing. With a wide-open mouth, it burned the coat on the ground, along with the bricks and the ground, into lava. The heat of the flames made the eyelids of the two knights with shields twitch.

Wangcai gently nibbled on Amamiya Nene's skirt with its fire-breathing mouth. After a moment of eerie distortion in the air and light, it disappeared from its owner's sight.

“…A barrage of spatial magic?” David finally understood why that duke was willing to let his precious daughter travel far away alone.

Even after Amamiya Nene disappeared, the two knights did not loosen their grip on the massive steel shields that formed the city gate.

“Put it away,” David sighed. “The clerk from the Church of Returning Trees will be coming out and yelling again soon. I don’t want him to recognize me and cause a diplomatic incident.”

One of the knights said solemnly, "That dog... I've never seen a creature like that before."

"How does it feel?" David asked.

“I am 'terrified',” the knight said honestly.

The other shield-bearing knight nodded, agreeing with his companion's statement; he felt the same way.

“A dog that terrifies the Spirit Keepers.” David’s eyes narrowed. “Heh, interesting.”

He bypassed the bodyguards, walked to the pile of ashes burned by the fire, squatted down, picked up a handful and rubbed it between his fingertips, looking quite regretful.

This jacket is brand new; I just bought it on Cloud Avenue. Selling just one of these jackets would earn the salesperson a hefty commission. But the point isn't how expensive it is, but that David chose it for me.

As a childhood friend, David knew that Amamiya Nene had a slight obsession with cleanliness. After arriving at Eswell, he chatted with the servants at the palace, mentioning that the young lady insisted on washing her new clothes until they were completely odorless before wearing them. However, she hadn't washed this sun-protective jacket after buying it and was simply draped over her shoulders in the street amidst the bustling crowd. David, thinking she valued her choice of clothing highly, was overjoyed.
Now it seems that this is not the case.

Having been in Aiswell for a week, this was Amamiya Nene's second time home. She seemed exhausted when she returned, perhaps because of some work at the academy that required her to work overtime for a week. Even so, this afternoon she suddenly suggested going for tea, choosing a restaurant with a beautiful lake view. On the way back, she even wanted to take a walk, stroll around, and chat.
David gave a wry smile, as if things had become complicated.

Several bodyguards put away their weapons, and one of them followed up with a smile, saying, "We've stepped on a landmine. This is going to be tough."

David didn't mind being mocked; these were his confidants, and they all knew why he had come all the way to Eswell.

"Tsk, investigate his colleagues."

David's tone wasn't defeated; it remained elegant and composed. He twirled the ashes and remarked, "Now I understand why Father is so fixated on the title of Duke. Getting scolded like that felt really good."

Someone hurriedly warned, "Be careful what you say; your mother mustn't hear it."

"So what if I hear it? I may be an immature son, but she's not an immature wife; she understands perfectly well."

David stood up and put his hands behind his head.

"Let's go. We need to know where the young lady's new house is so we can act as her security guard when we go home to help her move."

"Is it really her who's the only one for you?" someone asked indignantly.

Everyone present was proud and arrogant, and naturally, they were all a bit angry after being rebuked by Amamiya Nene.

"Ha, besides arranging a marriage alliance with the Cavendish family and taking back that damned royal privilege, what else could possibly make Father violate the Savior's Treaty and pass the throne to an ignorant superhuman like me?"

"Besides, she's really hot, isn't she?"

(End of this chapter)