As an NPC, having a lot of skills is quite reasonable, right?

The tranquility of Nohanville was broken the following morning by the sound of a uniform hoofbeat.

A knightly order with extremely luxurious equipment marched into the town.

They wore heavy black and silver armor trimmed with gold, and each warhorse was clad in horse armor bearing divine runes.

In the center of the procession was a floating divine chariot pulled by four [Radiant Unicorn Rhinoceroses].

That was a mode of transport that only regional bishops could use, symbolizing the dual authority of the Ring of Judgment in both secular and divine spheres.

Nohanville was part of the Noxsa district, and the newcomer, François Valen, was the bishop in charge of discipline for the entire Noxsa diocese and also a powerful figure in the Valen family.

Strangely, however, Moen, the encyclopedia editor, did not recognize this important figure.

At this moment, he was wearing an elaborate dark red bishop's robe, holding a staff that symbolized power, and standing beside the palanquin with a smile on his face, or rather, a fawning expression.

Behind him was Kyle Warren, his face bruised and swollen, glaring fiercely at Moen.

Moen stood in the crowd and casually raised the longsword in his hand.

Kyle was so angry he almost vomited blood. He was about to curse when he was stopped by a stern look from Bishop François.

"Idiot, haven't you embarrassed yourself enough? Get up there!"

Kyle could only swallow his anger and grumble as he climbed into the accompanying carriage behind him.

After dealing with that useless nephew, François immediately put on a respectful smile and bowed slightly to the girl in front of him: "Your Excellency, headquarters urgently summons you. For your safety, please be sure to ride in my divine carriage."

Arya did not get on the car immediately.

Today she changed into a brand new Judgment Knight uniform, her long dark brown hair tied up, making her look incredibly dashing.

She glanced at the high-ranking bishop and said calmly, "Wait a moment."

After saying that, under François's somewhat astonished gaze, she turned and walked through the heavily guarded knights' formation, straight to Moen, who was dressed as a vagrant.

Moen's new equipment hadn't arrived yet, so he still dressed in a slovenly style.

"I've met someone truly remarkable," Moen said, feigning nonchalance as he watched Arya approach. "The esteemed Young Judge of the Ring of Judgment?"

Of course, most players still prefer to call the Young Judge the Saintess, and Moen, in order to fit the identity of a local in this world, also calls her the Young Judge.

"Is this title important?"

Arya walked up to Moen, her golden-grey eyes looking directly at him: "My identity is just a code given by the church; it doesn't affect our relationship."

She paused, seemingly trying to understand the meaning behind Moen's tone, and finally added hesitantly, "Or is it because of this identity that you need to bow to me? According to the law, non-direct subordinates are exempt from bowing during wartime."

Seeing the girl's serious expression, Mo En was stunned for a moment, and then a warm feeling of helplessness and amusement welled up in his heart.

This brilliant knight, decisive and ruthless on the battlefield, is as naive as a blank sheet of paper when it comes to human relationships.

No, there is no need to bow.

Moen waved his hand, putting away his teasing thoughts, and said seriously, "I just want to say that no matter if you are a junior judge or a knight of judgment, to me, you are Arya."

Upon hearing this, Arya's furrowed brows relaxed.

"Hmm." She nodded, acknowledging the logic.

"By the way, about that sword."

She glanced at the longsword at Moen's waist and said in a low voice, "I have already explained the situation to Bishop François."

"Kyle deserted the battle, so consider this sword as an apology and hush money from the Valen family."

"Don't worry about using it; they won't dare ask you to take it back."

Upon hearing this, Moen nodded in agreement, his face showing an expression that said, "Thank you very much."

An apology? Just now, the way Bishop François looked at him didn't seem friendly at all.

These cunning old foxes in high positions value face the most.

If someone steals your things, that old geezer will definitely hold a grudge.

After explaining about the sword, Arya took a heavy badge from her bosom and placed it in Moen's hand.

【Ring of Judgment - Silver Scales Badge (Personal Mark)】

This is no ordinary standard badge; its edges are engraved with intricate iris patterns, Arya's favorite flower and the symbol of the Villesa family.

"This is my personal identification." Arya looked at Moen.

"Although Bishop François has promised not to pursue the matter, he is by nature suspicious. You have no connections, so take this just in case."

"With this, in any court in the Empire, they will regard you as an ally of the Viresa family, and no one will dare to touch you."

"This is too valuable." Moen rubbed the badge in his hand with his thumb.

In fact, Moen was already thinking about how to get rid of his status as a vagrant, such as becoming an unofficial member of the church, since he was still an unregistered person. He didn't expect Arya to give him her personal identification documents directly.

"And what about you? What will you do without this?"

"Me?" Arya pointed to herself.

"They never stopped me, and I've never even used this badge."

Moen paused for a moment. Indeed, it was hard to forget Arya's face once you'd seen it.

Having done all that, Arya felt that the mission was over and turned to leave.

But Moen wouldn't do as she wished; being a newcomer, he naturally needed to leverage his connections.

"Arya," Moen suddenly spoke.

"Um?"

"I can't just take this badge for free; consider it as me holding it for you temporarily."

Moen looked into her eyes and said solemnly, "Let's make a promise."

"A promise?" Arya tilted her head. This was a word she rarely heard. Usually, people would use oaths, and oaths made to the god of judgment.

"Yes, it's an agreement."

Moen's lips curled into a bright smile: "When I go to the Holy City someday, I will personally return this badge to you."

As Arya looked at Moen's smile, a strange emotion stirred within her.

"Okay." She nodded, her voice still calm, but with a hint of solemnity. "This is an agreement between us, and I'll remember it."

"By the way, since you gave me a talisman, I should give you a gift in return."

Moen seemed to suddenly remember something and pulled out the small notebook he had just bought yesterday from his pocket.

"A return gift?" Arya frowned slightly, her gaze sweeping over the yellowed notebook.

"According to the Code of Chivalry, I do not accept money or valuables from commoners."

"It's not about money or gifts, it's just friends treating each other to meals, like you treating me to dinner and I treating you to drinks."

Moen interrupted her, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

He opened the notebook, found a page, tore it off deftly, and handed it to Arya.

It was a sketch, the drawing skills were not exquisite, and it was even a bit sloppy.

The drawing depicts a chibi-style figure with frizzy hair, wide-open eyes, and brandishing a sword.

While in the Holy City, artists painted her portrait for church propaganda purposes. These artists were all masters in the field of painting, but Arya never felt anything for those paintings.

On the contrary, she found the style of the children's paintings in front of her, which she had never seen before, interesting.

"Alright, let's go. Bishop François is still waiting for you." Moen took a step back and waved.

……

The imperial chariot slowly rose into the air and headed into the distance under the protection of the knights. Only when the chariot completely disappeared into the horizon did Moen turn his gaze away.

The melancholy of parting didn't last long, because on his retina, a line of text was flashing that was enough to make his heart stop:

[Detection indicates that the fate of the character "Arya Velesa" has been altered.]

[Obtained Life Stone: Reverse Silver Law]

Moen's hands trembled as he clicked on the details:

[Life Stone: The Reverse Silver Law]

[Rank: Violet]

[Words of Wisdom: The law decreed that she should die today, but you ruthlessly pushed the scales of death back down. Since fate can be severed, then distance, space, and cause and effect are nothing more than threads waiting to be cut.]

This Life Stone can upgrade a fully leveled Ritual skill to "Celestial Level".

Moen gasped.

Celestial level.

That's a skill tier that players unlock at least two versions after reaching level 60, but right now, he has a ticket to unlock the Celestial Phenomenon skill.

Moen gripped the badge that carried the scent of a young girl, feeling the weight of this invisible life stone, and looked at the clear sky in the distance.

"Now that we've got the ticket, wouldn't it be a shame not to show off our skills on this vast stage?"

To the most beautiful Miss Arya – Respectfully presented by my dearest friend, Moen