Brain bloom

"Yes……"

"Who?"

"its mine."

B blushed and said softly.

"The Pope organized this event to celebrate my welcoming of you... We'll also formally announce the news to a few top officials, since internal conflicts need to be resolved first. Only then will we welcome you with the grandest ceremony... But you... you... you came on your own..."

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"Okay, okay, enjoy yourself."

"If you wish to participate, we would certainly welcome you! I will immediately go back and inform the entire nation to contribute their best..."

"Haha, no need, really." Mori waved his hand.

The little mood she was in earlier had vanished. Thinking about it carefully, although misunderstanding was a bit embarrassing, that was all. She'd been with B for a while now, so this guy wouldn't use it to mock her; on the contrary, he'd probably be quite nervous and apprehensive.

At this moment, the freckled girl brought over the remaining food, but she seemed to sense that these people were of high status and firmly declined their invitation to sit at the same table. Dinner was served, and Dandelion was also called back.

During the meal, Sen Shi fiddled with his food with his chopsticks, casually continuing the conversation with B.

"When your banquet is over, tell them for me that there is no need to prepare any grand ceremony for me, and rest assured that I have no intention of shaking the current rule."

"I will comply with your request, but... you don't intend to get involved in these worldly matters?"

"Well, at least from what I've seen, everything is fine. But I'll see more during this leisurely trip, and I might have some minor comments to share, but it certainly won't be the end of it all."

Mori then said to B, who was feeling reassured—

"At that time, I only want to meet those few important figures quietly, such as the Pope and your so-called secular king. And there won't be many things to talk about, just a few issues, and then... the only thing related to the world situation is the matter of the Kingdom of Flowers."

In an instant, a shadow fell over B's devout and pure face.

The name of this small country, existing only in history books and gradually forgotten by many, seemed to give the air weight. B's gaze fell on Dandelion, who was eating heartily and occasionally teasing the woodpecker master, and he remained silent for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Mori asked.

"I just feel... that the true God is too kind."

"is it?"

"Hmm... I thought that the one who delivered the coffin was a Four Seasons One, which meant that our country, which participated in the War of Flowers, was about to come to an end. The wrath of the gods was about to descend, and when I told the Pope the news, he immediately prepared himself for it."

"God's wrath..."

Mori took a bite of the beef; it was a little tough, but incredibly flavorful. Only after swallowing this satisfying bite did she finish sorting through her thoughts.

“Live well under your sacred alphabet banner, and understand everything in your own way.”

"What you mean... uh, forgive my ignorance, is that something?"

"It means that what one has come to understand is not necessarily the true meaning of God."

Just as the so-called sacred alphabet is misinterpreted to reveal the doctrines of an entire religion. Just like B at this moment, thinking the person carrying the coffin is benevolent, or believing she will incur divine wrath…

After saying that, Mori lowered her head and ate again, feeling that she was becoming more and more accustomed to the title of coffin bearer. That's right, ever since Dandelion stopped caring so much, nothing could really bind her anymore.

B seemed to be shaken by Mori's words, keeping his head down and trying to understand, so much so that he didn't touch a single bite of food.

"By the way, you also gathered some craftsmen?"

"Ah."

"Are you thinking of getting some jewelry? That makes sense. Although you look quite beautiful in your armor, you should wear some jewelry to a banquet."

B's face flushed with a warm blush as the person delivering the coffin praised her, and she was about to act coy when suddenly a chill ran through her body... as if she were being watched by a terrifying pack of beasts dwelling on the world's highest peak...

It's a dandelion...

She glared at more than one person; even Sen Shi shrank back, pretending he hadn't said those words.

"Uh, anyway... the term 'craftsman' is used on behalf of others."

"Oh?"

“She is a servant who has been praying to you for more than ten years.” B spoke in a friendly tone, as if talking about a close friend of many years. “Her prayers have come true. She will soon be able to see you. She wants to change out of that simple and boring plain white robe and appear before you in a more appropriate and beautiful manner.”

Mori was about to ask some questions, but Dandelion's gaze was even more frightening, so he could only nod and give up.

"1848." Suddenly, Dandelion's voice drowned out the clinking of the forks against the plates. "That was the place where the belief in the sea god was most prevalent, wasn't it?"

B nodded and said, "That's right... Although the interpretation of the sea god varies in different places, in the place of exile in 1848, the sea god appeared as an evil god who controlled chaos and destruction."

"Then we can't go to our compatriots."

"Aren't you going?" Mori asked, quite surprised.

“The sea god is unpredictable and too risky. Besides… not all of my fellow countrymen are as reliable and relatively kind as Mori Toki.”

……

The following day, Silver Ring City welcomed a morning just like any other.

The city gates were lifted due to an order from the highest levels, and the people, no longer restrained, were overjoyed. Those living in the Alphard food street were even happier.

A stunningly beautiful woman, seemingly from another world, was walking along the road, smiling broadly.

Her long, flowing dress, made of an unusual fabric, was exquisitely elegant even without any embellishments. The one-shoulder cape draped over her shoulders was decorated with black and white feathers.

What's even more striking is her long, unbound black hair, which, each time it's lifted and fallen by the morning breeze, seems to attract the attention of time itself, slowing down the world.

She searched among the roadside vendors, but the boots never stopped.

To onlookers, this terrible food would certainly not have caught her eye. Those further away even began to discuss which country she came from and which ancient noble family she belonged to.

"Sister Yuan, aren't you going to eat breakfast? You've already walked two blocks..."

"I don't have enough silver coins... things here are too expensive."

"Shall we go find Sister Senshi and Sister Dandelion? They are very wealthy, and that's why we came here... Let's ask them. They are so conspicuous, they should be easy to find."

"No, my father told me from a young age that humans are greedy creatures, and that they charge money for asking questions... No, I mean, I am the devil, and I have to pay a price for getting information from humans, but I don't have enough silver coins."

She thought she would find nothing in this crowded street again, but in the end, she discovered a pleasant surprise.

A kind-hearted auntie baked a lot of fragrant pancakes and was handing them out to the children in the neighborhood for free. A tourist's child shyly asked for one, and she kindly gave it to him.

She forced back her laughter, quickly left the street, and found a very secluded place to take out Fufu.

"Fu Fu!"

"Okay, okay... I understand."

After saying that, the salt spirit used illusion magic and instantly transformed into a cute girl with fluffy hair. After getting dressed, she walked back to the street with a helpless expression to ask the hungry Sister Wish for some crispy biscuits that were specially given to children.

But—others noticed this unusually cute little girl, dressed in gorgeous clothes.

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This is a noisy street, after all, it's a place that serves delicious food from all over the world.

Delicious food is the most appealing thing; people always need to fill their stomachs and satisfy their taste buds.

Whether it's the exquisite snacks from the Kingdom of the Holy Coffin, the bizarre cuisine from the Chaos Lands, or the specialties from various small towns, you can find almost anything here. Silver Ring City, which prides itself on its craftsmanship, is equally proud of its culinary skills.

Every day at mealtimes, it gets just as lively.

People from all countries and social classes flock here for delicious food and are willing to set aside their pride to dine here. Some even joke that a high-level spell cast on this street could kill at least three lord-level figures.

There are also adventurers.

Inside a breakfast shop—

"Gentlemen, since we're free anyway, let me ask you, what's the most brutal battle you've ever experienced?" an adventurer-looking man asked his three companions.

This topic attracted his companions, since most people in this line of work want to write extensively about their heroic deeds.

"You really love asking questions. Well, I'll go first. The most brutal battle, of course, was the day I married my wife."

"Ha, here we go again."

The others smiled, because the story of this guy's wedding day was indeed worth telling. The epic battles he fought with his father-in-law, ex-husband, and ex-ex-husband were local legends.

The most interesting part of the story is that his wife couldn't stand it anymore and killed him too.

The other person then answered, and their answer was relatively serious.

"My most devastating battle was against the Mist. I encountered a pack of Bloodhorn Wolves that had been devoured by the Mist. That day, I lost three weapons and only survived by uprooting a dead tree."

"Luckily survived."

"How come you weren't swallowed up?"

"May the person who carried the coffin have good fortune."

"It's just that I'm very strong. Fortunately, my record is amazing enough to get me into the top fifty of the adventurers' rankings. It's a blessing in disguise. Alright, I won't brag anymore. Next, Morey, how about you tell us your story?"

The man called Morey adjusted his hat; he was the strongest, most reliable, and also the most taciturn member of the adventure team.

He usually didn't like to talk about himself, but today, under the eager gazes of his companions, he spoke up.

"I have been through countless battles."

"You're really amazing... But, who isn't?"

“Okay, the most brutal one. You know what? It wasn’t the clash of swords, or fighting with legendary monsters… it was here.”

Morey pressed his thumb against his heart.

Everyone was completely confused.

Gradually, Morey began to open up, which was unusual for him.

“My family has served the local nobles for generations… I cannot mention the name. In short, it is not a bad family, but rather a model among nobles, a true noble family. So much so that I remain loyal to its 'deer antler' crest to this day.”

"Yes, only one in a hundred families is like this."

"What then?"

“I am a servant in this family, responsible for protecting my master’s youngest daughter…yes, the youngest daughter…”

Everyone at the table stopped eating, their faces turning ashen, because this was not an interesting topic.