What? My cheat code is making my own gold coins explode?

Mandicardo was in charge of guarding the Shadow Border. He overheard the conversation between the two people earlier and felt more and more that there was an insurmountable gap between his charm and that of the foreigner.

However, I've gotten used to it. As long as I do my job well and protect my Master, everything will be fine.

Once his feet were firmly planted on solid ground, Mandicardo took a deep breath. The salty smell of the sea still lingered, but it was refreshing enough.

With a Master, there is motivation and hope for the future. Even the twilight when moving to another island is full of hope.

What should we do next? Oh right, among the Servants who have come ashore, only I and Charlotte Corday are familiar with the local environment and can negotiate with the villagers.

Captain Nemo, Mash, and Fujimaru Ritsuka were all unfamiliar faces, so they could just follow along.

However, she didn't really want to face Charlotte Corday, that airheaded assassin; she just needed to protect Fujimaru Ritsuka.

As for social skills, Mandicardo, if you grit your teeth and work hard, you will eventually succeed!

"Ahem, Master, next we should head to the village and inquire with the locals about the Great God's legacy..."

"Watch out, there's a fight between monsters and local villagers not far ahead. The villagers might be a bit flustered by the arrival of Freedom. I'll go with Da Vinci to deal with the monsters first."

Before I could even sense any monsters ahead, Zhao Si started broadcasting and attacking relentlessly. I really had nothing to do with them.

Two beams were fired, and that was all. The Freedom Gundam then moved forward while decreasing its altitude.

Mandicardo resumed his usual laid-back attitude; he was exhausted and decided to focus on negotiating with the local villagers.

So, when the group arrived at the spot where the Freedom Gundam had landed, they saw Zhao Si, dressed in Atlantis-style clothing, emerge from the cockpit and come down to the ground with Little Da Vinci, chatting happily with the villagers of Hercules Island.

Okay, now it's not my turn to negotiate.

Seeing the villagers' expressions devoid of any fear, Mandicardo chose to mute himself. He was used to not needing to use his microphone, and a few more times wouldn't matter.

“Atley, Alfred, these are the companions I told you about. As for Miss Charlotte Corday, you should recognize her, right?”

"What? It really is Corday! I was wondering where you'd been. Turns out you went to Hestia to gather herbs for Jason to cure his hangover?"

A robust man named Atley immediately became friendly with the divine messenger after Zhao Si made it clear that he was a confidant of the goddess of justice and Libra.

The fact that the other party brought back Charlotte Corday, an acquaintance, further corroborated the authenticity of Zhao Si's words.

"Come, come! Lord Zhao Si used the weapon bestowed by the gods to help us hunt more than a dozen magical beasts. Today is truly a great harvest!"

The other leader of the hunting party, Alfred, greeted his companions, whom these messengers of the gods had spoken of, without any politeness:

"Let's move these monsters away, and tonight our whole village will have a barbecue! Outsiders are welcome to join us too!"

"Okay!"

Charlotte Corday chimed in, saying that she was quite familiar with the villagers on Hercules Island, but didn't know why she had come out and followed Bartholomew to Hestia Island.

Perhaps it was to meet Fujimaru Ritsuka? Charlotte Corday was so certain.

Zhao Si, who was just chatting and bragging with the villagers, almost had his heart skip a beat when he heard the flag, "Let's all have barbecue together tonight!"

It's such a classic barbecue. Although I've had it once before in Hestia, nobody shouted that phrase back then.

The main reason is that, according to the local people's values, being shot by a god is not a sad thing, but rather the best way to get closer to the god.

When I was chatting with the locals earlier, they mentioned that some young men in the village had been conscripted by Olympus to become soldiers who guarded Olympus.

"Atley, back to the point, what else do you know about being a soldier?"

On the way back to the village, Zhao Si asked Atley, the leader of the hunting team who was walking ahead.

At this moment, he was carrying the corpse of a monster the size of a mongrel dog on his left shoulder, his right wrist was being held by Little Da Vinci, and the Freedom Gundam behind him was being managed by AI and was moving forward on its own.

Although not as strong as Atley carrying a buffalo-sized carcass on his shoulders, his agile body, untouched by any divine intervention, allowed him to return to the village without breaking a sweat.

"That's an honor. It means that we, as exiles, can serve the gods up close. Even if we are used up like expendable resources, it's worth it."

"However, as a member of the goddess Astraea's kin, you must find it hard to understand this kind of honor, right? After all, you have been able to serve the goddess from the very beginning, so it is only natural that you do not have the same desire as us."

Atley's tone was sincere and unwavering.

Just like the inhabitants of Hestia, everyone spoke of the Olympian gods with awe and admiration, whether they were ten-year-old children or centenarians.

For the gods, the humans of Atlantis, and even those of Olympus, harbored a natural dependence on them, much like an infant's closeness to its mother.

Even if this island is annihilated by the gods in the next moment, it will die a worthy death.

Atley and Alfred were like that; even realizing that becoming Olympian soldiers meant nothing more than being a line-filling baby, they would only grumble softly:

"Unfortunately, we are too old, almost five hundred years old."

"I really wish I could pay homage to the gods before I die."

"Therefore, Lord Zhao Si, you must cherish the opportunity to stay by the side of Goddess Astraea!"

The two leaders of the hunting team gave Zhao Si another word of encouragement as he ran away from Astraea Island. The latter could only wave his hand helplessly and agree verbally, "Okay, okay, I definitely will."

The difference in their values ​​has become so great that they can no longer understand each other. Even if Zhao Si immediately pulls out the 00 Seven Swords and forcibly activates the dual-furnace system to open a chat room, it will not change the people here.

This is the education instilled from childhood: God loves the world, and the world is able to obey God.

However, even the love of the great god Zeus is divided into different grades, otherwise there wouldn't be so-called "defective" exiles like those in Atlantis.

This is wrong, it's disregarding human life, Zhao Si's values ​​told him.

But the people of Atlantis were happy to embrace such a future; they were happy to approach the gods.

As the saying goes, "Money can't buy my happiness."

"Zhao Si, what's puzzling you?"

With his research on the Freedom Gundam and the legacy of the Great God coming to an end, Little Da Vinci naturally freed up his computing power. Whenever he had free time, he would leave the Freedom Gundam's cockpit and stay by Zhao Si's side.

As Zhao Si slowed her pace and distanced herself from the villagers, she asked softly.

Zhao Si pursed his lips, composed himself, and then said:

"I'm wondering whether I should go and rescue them? No, I should ask this—"

"Villagers, do you need me to rescue you?"

Neither of the two female ghosts on his body had the most basic respect for life. One was a former Herrscher who only submitted to Zhao Si himself, and the other was a planetary Honkai Beast who was doing her job to the maximum.

Although Zhao Si empathized with them, it did not mean that he accepted their ideas, and there would be no result if they were to discuss it.

So now, Zhao Si needs someone to give him a push.

"To pull a life that actively chooses to drown out of the swamp—that's a very good resolve!"

Little Leonardo da Vinci spoke firmly, her left hand holding the back of Zhao Si's hand, her right hand gently patting Zhao Si's palm:

"Even if it's just to make yourself feel at ease, I support you in doing it."

The slender fingers brushed across my palm, it was a little itchy, but very comforting.

Zhao Si relaxed completely and said:

"I understand why Char wants to find his mother."

"Hmm...huh?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

PS: Why are you looking for your mother?

Yes, we're also looking for this answer.

Chapter 67: Plans Change, Straight to the Heart of the Enemy

"Hey, Jason, there's a pretty powerful team coming over outside, you know?"

"No fun, I'm not seeing you."

"It looks like there's something inside that's even stronger than Hercules."

"Damn it, who dares to insult Hercules!"

Jason immediately threw down the wooden goblet, exhaling a mouthful of alcohol, and stroking his messy blond hair as he headed out.

Five steps later, with a "crash!" sound, Jason tripped over a roadside stone and fell face-first into the mud.

The bartender, unabashedly laughing at Jason's embarrassing moment, decided to unleash a loud laugh.

"Hahahaha! Stop drinking so much! Corday hasn't been back for three days because she's been looking for herbs to help you sober up."

"I don't care about this or that. If she hasn't come back in three days, she must have been surrounded and wiped out by Atlantean soldiers who happened to be passing by. Anyway, most of our batch of Servants have been killed, so it doesn't matter what happens to the rest."

As Jason got up from the ground, he brushed the dust off his clothes with his left hand and gave the female captain, who was leaning against the bar, a hard middle finger with his right.

To put it bluntly, the captain of the Argo has been killed by the moon goddess and is now a stray dog ​​on the roadside, where he can only drown his sorrows in alcohol every day.

"However, a really big guy has come to Hercules Island, look."

"What?"

Jason looked up, then his green eyes widened, and his alcohol-numbed body instantly sobered up considerably.

"What is this? Even the memories I received upon my arrival didn't include this thing, right? Cough cough, but it doesn't feel as good as Hercules."

The enormous blue-white machine streaked through the air, passing over the village below, and headed straight for the temple in the center of the island.

Jason remembered that the temple was guarded by Atlantean soldiers.

However, although they were on the same island, the other side remained firmly inside the temple, never venturing out, which prevented them from dealing with the Pan-Human History Followers who were surviving on the island of Hercules.

"So audacious! It seems there are Servants above them? But to openly and directly breach the temple and seize the god's legacy like this, are they afraid the local soldiers won't know?"

"boom----!"

"Let's just start fighting!"

Jason sat back down at the bar, ordered a glass of wine, and stared intently at the thick smoke rising in the distance and the occasional explosions.

Less than three minutes later, the explosions stopped, leaving only thick smoke.

"Wow, what an intense battle!"