Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Domi smirked. These two guys are really obsessed with money.

After they were done, they didn't linger in the ruins city, a place currently rife with trouble. Some people, like the innkeeper, still recognized them, and if they just swaggered back, they'd surely be recognized and the news would spread: "Someone came out of the ruins alive!"

Their next destination was the Holy Ifamur Church, so Domi and the others set off on foot in that direction. On the way, they caught a horse-drawn carriage carrying goods, which was heading in the same direction, so they hitched a ride, and the driver readily agreed.

In the open-air carriages at the front and rear, where the shock absorption effect was practically zero, To'er was fast asleep (it was really strange that he could fall asleep in such an environment), Afu was wiping the dagger that had been with her for three years, and Forty-Seven was resting with his eyes closed.

Taking advantage of this free time, Domi took out the diary that he hadn't had a chance to read yet from his pocket.

Incidentally, before leaving, Domi placed those documents on the city lord's desk, and, worried that he might not understand them, thoughtfully made several copies and gave them to several local newspapers.

It's not that the managers wanted to ruin him and even helped whitewash him; it's mainly that Domi didn't want his efforts before he went crazy to be forgotten by the world. To put it somewhat shamelessly, it's like heroes cherishing heroes.

He must have started writing in this notebook after entering the facility; half of it remains untouched.

Domi opened the legendary mage's diary with great anticipation, wanting to know what his inner journey was like.

Soon, Domi learned 'his' real name—Milu. Just like it was written on the title page of a notebook, Milu also wrote his name on the first page after opening the title page:

Milutinovic's Diary

Domi immediately understood; they were all from the "Mi" generation, no wonder they were so awesome.

In the early stages of his diary, he would describe the simulation experiment in great detail, then become increasingly concise, until finally it contained only a single line: "I did an experiment today too."

In the middle of the 'One-Line Era', Milu would occasionally write a few lines to express his dissatisfaction, either complaining that magic consumption was still very high or that he was getting tired of the food.

His subsequent discontent ceased after he decided to abandon his physical body.

Later on, it seemed like everything had changed.

He stopped recording anything related to the experiment and stopped complaining. The entire text had only one focus: a deity named 'Illusion'.

Milutinovic affectionately called her 'the false mistress'.

The mistress would often listen to his pleas in his dreams and express deep and sincere sympathy, as if Milu had found a kindred spirit.

Under the influence of this delusive matriarch, Milu gradually became less capable of conducting experiments and often questioned himself, wondering if there was any point in persisting after countless failures.

The recorded conversations reveal that the mistress was constantly subtly urging him to give up. She argued that since he had already lost his physical body, what else could he not lose? He might as well live a more free and unrestrained life.

Perhaps it wasn't so easy to uproot Milu's desire to improve the lives of the suffering people in the North, and he continued to 'work' despite the temptation.

He only gave up completely when all his treasures were gone, his magic was exhausted, and his last document ended with a hastily written sentence.

What kind of paradise far from hunger and cold? If it weren't for gods, no one could achieve that with the power of mortals alone!

Without faith, even the soul of a legendary mage is as fragile and helpless as a floating duckweed. He turned to the embrace of illusion, enjoying a moment of tenderness in the mistress's gentle arms.

Over time, he became increasingly calm, so calm that he lost interest in everything.

Even if the world's finest food, the most alluring woman, or even the most powerful force were placed before him, he would have no interest in any of them.

His only pleasure now is to make more people feel the absurdity, hypocrisy, ridiculousness, and falsehood.

That's what the mistress taught him, saying that it would help him regain happiness. And it really was as the mistress said; when he completely gave up, he truly felt happy!

The joy of doing nothing, the joy of having no meaning in doing anything, the joy of realizing that everything you've done before was in vain!

It's that abstract.

This seemed like nonsense to Domi, but it actually happened to Milutinovic.

It was under the 'earnest teachings' of the illusory matriarch that Milu began to plot a grand scheme. At this time, the magical ruins were about to open as usual, and thousands of living people would come to his paradise.

So, Milu wanted these thousands of people to experience that profound emptiness!

They said there would be rewards, just like in previous years. The longer you lasted and the more levels you cleared, the richer the rewards would be. But when it came time to settle the score, you found out that there was nothing at all, it was all for naught.

Next are the people who died along the way. They thought they would be eliminated and sent outside, but no one expected that they would die directly.

Is there anything more absurd and ridiculous than dying in a muddle?

It can be said that everything proceeded according to Milu's plan from beginning to end, even though they sabotaged everything...

His plan was to kill everyone at the end, thus perfectly achieving his second objective.

Even if something unexpected happens and someone manages to break through and escape, they still won't receive any reward because the inventory is already empty. It would be a wasted trip, thus indirectly achieving the first objective.

Anyone who stepped through the portal that day was doomed; he had played them all.

He wrote the entire plan on the last page of his diary, and like the final document, he also added a digression at the end—

"In that case, I will probably feel happy again after a long time, and she will surely be filled with joy as well. At least my life can still create this little bit of value."

Domi suddenly realized what was going on, or perhaps he had successfully filled in the blanks in his mind.

Based on some fragmentary information, it is known that Milutinovic was aware of the experiment's failure in the later stages of its development.

They continue to conduct meaningless experiments for self-comfort or to numb themselves, rather than because the idea of ​​working for the well-being of the people is deeply ingrained.

He not only devoted all his efforts to this experiment, but many tribes in the North also invested a lot of money, yet he did not achieve any results.

This made him feel that even though he had become a legendary mage, he had not been able to contribute to the North, the homeland that gave him birth and nurtured him, or to exert even the slightest value. That's why he was tempted to choose crooked paths to create value.

But no matter what path he took or what changes he made, his desire to create value never wavered, and it ultimately accompanied him to the end of his life...

Snapped!

Domi closed the notebook filled with bitterness and torment, her emotions still hard to calm down.

If things are really as he thinks, then it's hard for him to comment on Milutinovic.

Because he started with good intentions but ended up doing evil, yet he always harbored an obsession that he would take to his grave, like a romantic and fanatical nihilist and utopian.

There are as many Hamlets as there are readers; perhaps he is the only one who thinks this way.

But that's okay, just believe what you see.

Domi turned to look out of the carriage. A considerable amount of time had passed. The sunset was incredibly vibrant, with fiery clouds covering the sky. The carriage continued its bumpy journey, gradually disappearing into the distance…

Chapter 149-148 The Plan to Replace the Crown Prince with a Civet Cat and Steal the House

It is unclear how the Feathered Race learned about their appearance (when wearing masks) and their approximate location through some kind of technology. The wanted posters with pictures projected by magic have been posted throughout the streets and alleys of the Holy Ifamur Theocracy.

However, since his name wasn't written down and no one would reveal his code name, Domi and the others' adventurer status remained 'legal'.

Domi, disguised, straightened his hat and walked out of the local mage tower (adventurers' guild) of the theocracy with the three heartless guys behind him who were trying not to laugh.

That's right, they have arrived in the Holy Kingdom of Saint Ifamur and are currently at the Adventurers' Guild collecting some free information, mostly about local customs and festivals, which is a small perk that the guild gives to B-rank adventurers.

If you are an A-rank or higher adventurer, there are even more benefits.

The Holy Ifamur Papacy, though called a nation, is actually just a single giant city, the headquarters of the glorious papacy whose believers are spread throughout the continent, much like the relationship between the Vatican and Christianity in the previous life.

This giant city was even larger than the Lord City of Brofell, and it had no slums. Neat and clean streets obediently stretched from the city center to every corner, truly making 'all roads lead to the Pope' a reality.

Apart from the detached villas of the nobles, almost all the buildings inside have two or more floors and adopt the Gothic architectural style. There are often intricate and gorgeous reliefs on the walls, columns, and pillars, and pointed towers on the roofs. However, because of the overall beige tone, it does not appear dark.

After all, it is a sacred religious state.

The people living here all believe in the glorious Papacy and adhere to its doctrines—civilized and kind, brave and loyal, diligent and orderly…

When pedestrians encounter a horse-drawn carriage, they will wait patiently, and the carriage will give way. Sometimes, this leads to a situation where both sides give way to the other, which is both funny and exasperating.

I pick up any litter I see on the street and throw it in the trash can, so I always keep things tidy.

There are no police stations or similar facilities in the city, so residents can leave their doors unlocked at night without any problems.

In short, this is a city that is very much like a utopia, yet it also gives outsiders a slightly morbid feeling.

However, as long as you don't live here, you can ignore the above statement. Coming here for tourism is also a good choice.

This place boasts the largest and most numerous churches on the main continent, a group of religious palaces designed and built by many famous architects, the renowned Basilica of Saint Mary, the tall and magnificent city walls, and the towering mage towers that shine like torches... Of course, simply admiring the city planning is also a delightful experience.

Following behind, Afu trotted up in her slightly heeled boots, which made a cute clattering sound as they stepped into the puddles after the rain.

"Captain, where are we going next?"

Domi gets angry whenever this is mentioned: "The Feather Clan's army arrived today! Where do you think you're going on vacation? You'd better find a place to hide!"

According to information from paparazzi at the Feather Clan's main camp, they have dispatched a small army this time, led by a young and powerful general.

Since they were going to someone else's home to arrest people, they naturally couldn't use too many troops. People who didn't know the situation might think that the Feathered Clan was going to war with the Glorious Church.

In fact, allowing the Feather Clan army into the city was already the limit that the Vatican's high command could accept.

Want to call in more people? Impossible! Absolutely not!

Looking out from the third-floor window of a charming little inn, one could see winged soldiers, dressed in silver armor and wearing feathered helmets, with white hair flowing down their backs, marching in two equal lines of men and women through the city gate.

As mentioned before, the Feathered Clan is a race with a very strong sex drive. If they don't stir-fry meat slices for a long time, they will start a feast on the spot. Therefore, they usually travel in pairs, and this is also the case in the army.

But this does not mean that they can only have sex with people of the same species. As long as they are dioecious, there is no problem. There are not so many restrictions on race.

Incidentally, the female winged warriors are in no way weaker than the male warriors in combat... They are indeed a strange race.

The leader was a rather handsome young man, who would be about twenty-five years old in human terms, the prime of his life.

Dressed in imposing armor, with a fuchsia cloak draped over her back, she rode a horse, her movements swaying in the wind, instantly captivating many women who gathered to watch from the roadside.

"Tch...vain." Domi gave a dismissive comment, then drew the curtains.

At this moment, his three teammates were all gathered in his room, even though they each had their own room.

"The young master is definitely more handsome than him!"

"Uh...yeah! I think so too!"

"Kid, you can fool your brothers, but don't fool yourself."

"Who wants to discuss this with you guys? Especially you, the shill, stop adding drama to your life! We need to talk about serious matters now."

Domi coughed twice, then said seriously, "First, we need to understand the main purpose of our trip to the Holy Kingdom—to return the goblin saintess's robes..."

Afu raised her little hand and sensibly interrupted Domi's chanting.

"Please speak, Ms. Afu."

"Why call her the Goblin Saintess? Doesn't that make her a saintess who looks like a goblin? That feels weird."

"Because the saintess was found in a goblin's lair, she's simply called the Goblin Saintess. It's that simple. Okay, you've run out of questions."

After the brief interlude, Domi continued, "For this reason, I specifically consulted some historical records and learned that this goblin saintess was expelled from the Holy See because she awakened the Word Magic talent of the ancient dragon race. Her robes were also 'contaminated' because of the Word Magic, and the Holy See definitely will not want this saintess's robes anymore."