Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

Could he be a secret member of the Golden Generation?

"Phew, that's enough." Without the pressure from Yan Huan and Xia Die, Paris's mood finally calmed down.

He looked at the Heavenly Punishment Hunter.

"Now that your injuries have healed a bit, let me show you around the Holy City. This will be your new home from now on."

Not only was he defeated, but he also escaped execution and even came to the enemy's city-state.

Even if he recovers and goes back now, he will still be doomed.

"..."

Looking at the grinning man before him, the Heavenly Punishment Hunter said helplessly:

"Ah, okay."

"I'll let you explore the city as you please."

"Hey, you finally agreed!" Paris was overjoyed.

"Trust me, I will make you love peaceful days."

He excitedly led the Heavenly Punishment Hunter to a stall and greeted the stall owner:

"Hi, Granny Metanella, how's business lately?"

The stall owner was a little old woman with white hair, and she smiled.

"Fine, Paris... are you here to kill this old woman?"

Paris glanced back at the Godslayer.

"..."

Chapter 1239: You Gold Thread?

"Mother-in-law, please don't misunderstand... She is my friend, she won't hurt anyone."

"Really."

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"You should have said so earlier. Your friend was just playing a role-playing game, you know, the one where he's... what's he doing?"

Paris smiled calmly, "Knock out Prey!"

"Oh, right, right, right! Kou Shi Pu Lei!"

The old lady said with relief:

"Little Paris, I'm so glad you're still alive! Grandma has already prepared the offerings for Senatos to ferry you across!"

"Oh my, I really have to thank you. Now that I'm back alive, why don't you give me this offering?" Paris said with a smile.

Because of Yan Huan's ransacking, Paris is now penniless and unable to pay.

So I had no choice but to ask someone I knew for a freebie.

"Hehe, okay, take it."

The old lady picked up a basket of fruit from the side and handed it to Paris. After thinking for a moment, she felt it was inappropriate, so she picked up another basket of fruit and handed it to the Godslayer.

"And this guest, please take one as well."

"Eh, me?" The Heavenly Punishment Hunter looked at the basket the old lady was offering, somewhat bewildered, and hesitated to take it.

"Aren't you...aren't you afraid of me?"

"Hehe, this is Ohma. Under the protection of Kefal, there's nothing to be afraid of."

The old lady forcefully shoved the fruit basket into the hunter's hands, and said with a faint smile:

“Grandma, although I’ve never left the city in my life, I’m not blind. You’re not some Kosspree, but a true wrathful being, aren’t you?”

"I've heard rumors about Suspended Peak City. You don't farm, you only fight. I bet you can only eat fruit that you steal..."

"Since you're in Ohm, let Grandma treat you to a good meal. Would you like some more apples? Or perhaps some Meditrian honey fruit?"

Faced with the old lady's enthusiasm, the Heavenly Hunter remained silent for a moment before looking up.

"I do not need."

"Don't refuse, Granny Metanella is usually very stingy." Paris quickly stepped forward and threw a few more fruits into the Godslayer's fruit basket.

The Heavenly Punishment Hunter looked at his overflowing basket and hesitated:

"But our people's bodies are forged only for war, and they have no organs for eating."

Paris looked at it and exclaimed, "Oh my, it really is..."

Yan Huan suddenly poked her head out from the fruit basket beside her and asked impatiently:

"Can you whistle?"

“No,” the Divine Retribution Hunter replied.

"Oh my god, Brother! Why haven't you left yet?!" Paris was startled.

"Of course, I have to keep an eye on it."

As Yan Huan climbed out of the fruit basket, the old lady couldn't help but sigh at the hunter who had been cursed by heaven:

“Look at that damned Nicardo, he drinks his own nectar every day but won’t let his children taste any delicious food.”

“Little Paris,” the old lady said, looking at him.

"Once you defeat that mad king, we'll shut him up too."

Faced with such words, the hunter of divine punishment suddenly felt a touch of warmth in his cold heart.

But he still stubbornly insisted:

"Ha, a cowardly man like him would only run away with his tail between his legs in front of Nicardoli."

Paris smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I definitely have to run. If I die on the way, I won't have a chance to get to Arcadia."

"...Arcadia?" Yan Huan and the Heavenly Punishment Hunter asked in unison.

As far as Yan Huan was concerned, she had never heard anyone mention this place in the future city of Ohma.

"Sigh," the old lady said helplessly.

"Why are you still thinking about this, child? I need to talk to you about it again..."

Seeing that the old lady was about to nag again, Paris quickly stepped back a few paces and smiled awkwardly, "Ah, since our guest can't eat fruit, let's go to the next shop."

Immediately, he grabbed the Heavenly Punishment Hunter and fled as if escaping from Yan Huan and the old lady's sight.

Upon arriving at a bookstore, Paris immediately had an idea.

Since you can't eat, you can at least see, right?

The bookstore manager, gazing at the bookshelves, helplessly clasped his hands together in prayer:

"Praise be to Sersis, may you keep my descendants sensible and prevent them from writing any nonsense..."

"Hey, Carapace, praying again?"

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, the bookstore manager looked towards the door.

"Paris?"

"You're not dead, huh?!"

"Luckily, I left you a new copy of 'The Secret of the Golden Carpet'—wait, what did you bring with you?!"

Seeing the bookstore manager staring at the Wrath Hunter beside him, Paris smiled and explained:

"Hey, this is a guest of our Ohmah, please don't be so rude."

"Is that so?" The bookstore manager was taken aback.

"I'm sorry..."

"I've only ever heard of the families of those involved in conflicts in battle reports and stories, and I'm getting a little excited."

Paris smiled calmly.

"By the way, you just mentioned the new 'Golden Carpet Secrets,' does it mention Arcadia?"

"No, the author has probably started a new project." The bookstore manager shook his head.

"Now everyone prefers to watch stories about Golden Blood heroes fighting against Black Tide monsters; this kind of utopian theme is outdated."

At the same time, Yan Huan stepped out from behind the bookshelf and exclaimed in realization:

"I see, Arcadia is something from the book. I thought it was something else."

Since it's a utopian story, Arcadia in the instruction manual should be a wonderful place.

Similar to... Sunday's paradise?

"Big brother, can you please stop following us?" Paris said helplessly when Yan Huan reappeared.

"We clearly agreed that this is none of our business right now, can't you leave us some private space?"

“emmmm…” Yan Huan continued to stare at the Heavenly Punishment Hunter.

What a joke! Letting a monster into the city without keeping an eye on it? Who's responsible if she kills people?

We need to observe for at least a period of time.

"Then I'll go."

Yan Huan looked at Paris and said seriously:

“If the Divine Retribution Hunter attacks anyone, you won’t be able to escape.”

In the blink of an eye, Yan Huan's figure disappeared from the spot.

"So, what exactly is Arcadia?" the Scourge Hunter asked Paris.