The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Ning Feng adjusted his gloves, adjusted the position of his monocle over his left eye, and smiled at Charlie, who was standing there dumbfounded:

"How is it? Does it fit well?"

This fits better than just perfectly!

Shaking his head, then nodding, Charlie let out a soft breath and sighed:

"Absolutely perfect! With such an air, you are indeed of noble birth."

High nobility?

Ning Feng chuckled and shook his head, seemingly acquiescing without answering.

Unfortunately.

That kind of thing no longer exists in today's society.

Those customs and classes had long since faded away with the end of the Dark Ages.

When a situation arises where a single person's strength can influence the course of a battle, how many powerful individuals will succumb to so-called feudal ethics?

Not to mention, members like Ning Feng, who come from large awakened organizations like the Watchers, don't have much awe for the Silver Council.

Even if we maintain respect, it should be for the sake of the other party's strength, not for those classes that seem backward.

The era when one could act recklessly simply because of their birth is long gone.

Nowadays, everything depends on strength.

not to mention……

Even among those who call themselves "nobles," how many truly deserve the title of great noble?

Ning Feng disdained the title of nobleman, but it was indeed a very useful identity in this dark age.

What he is now imitating is the temperament of Sophie, whom he has met once, which he has added his own insights to.

"My lord, is there any deeper meaning behind your preparation of these things?"

After holding back for a moment, Charlie couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering him.

He couldn't help but care; Ning Feng represented the only variable and also embodied all her hopes.

A deeper meaning?

After thinking about what he needed to do next, Ning Feng nodded meaningfully.

"Of course, but I can't tell you the specifics."

There are some, but not many.

It's really not because I don't trust you.

It's not that I haven't thought about it yet!

Justified and confident!

No one can calculate everything from the very beginning.

If there were such a place, I would really like to see it.

He must have had a very hard life.

Looking earnestly into Charlie's eyes, Ning Feng did not flinch and spoke frankly:

"The more I talk, the lower the chance of success in the end."

Although he was making excuses, Ning Feng's words were not entirely lies.

This is a world where gods exist, and at this moment, the Star Chasing Land is still under the influence of the divine realm.

Ning Feng didn't know if he would be noticed by "her," nor did he know what state the final enemy was in, but necessary precautions were still needed.

"……Understood."

Ning Feng walked up to the horse and gently stroked its mane.

This is the best horse in the village.

Feeling being touched, Bai Ma shook his head impatiently and looked at Ning Feng.

Ning Feng naturally met its turned eyes.

Some people say that being stared at by an animal's eyes can be frightening because of their lifeless gaze.

Some people might look away out of fear, but Ning Feng is not that kind of person.

He chose to look back and gave a kind smile.

Stroking the white horse's mane, he whispered gently in its ear:

"Good boy, don't make a fuss."

It's like kindly persuading an ignorant child.

"Otherwise, you might die."

White Horse: !

!

Even though he couldn't understand what the other person was saying, Hakuba still sensed a momentary killing intent emanating from them.

Genuine brutality and malice!

"Be good... Hmm, you're such a good girl."

Satisfied, Ning Feng watched as the white horse lowered its head and nodded to Charlie.

"Now that everything is ready, I'm off."

There were no crowds seeing him off, nor any tearful farewells. Ning Feng simply leaped onto his tall horse.

Sunlight streamed down from behind Ning Feng, casting a shadow over his face.

Feeling inexplicably uneasy, Charlie instinctively spoke:

"grown ups……"

After a pause, Charlie finally asked the question that had been on his mind:

Will you succeed?

Is it really possible to do that?

"Will do."

Without the slightest hesitation, Ning Feng nodded naturally and smiled at the uneasy pastor:

"We will definitely do it."

This was his promise.

Looking at Ning Feng, Charlie noticed that even though he was shrouded in darkness, Ning Feng's eyes stood out exceptionally bright and dazzling in the shadows.

"Well... I wish you all the best."

"Ah."

Holding the reins and pulling gently backward, Ning Feng squeezed his legs together and whispered:

"Walk."

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

With a powerful shout, the white horse began to stride forward, obeying Ning's gag order.

Da da da.

Charlie did not see Ning Feng off as he walked away, but stopped at the gate and watched him walk away.

After a long while, he finally stopped waiting and slowly walked back to his room.

For some reason, Charlie, upon returning to the church, habitually headed towards the confessional.

By the time he realized what was happening, his hand was already on the doorknob.

With just a gentle push, we'll be back to where we were before.

Continuing to repent for one's sins day after day, hoping to gain divine forgiveness, will not change anything.

"What hero who saved us..."

"It's just an excuse."

"That young man was just trying to save himself and leave; he lied to me."

At this moment, a jumble of thoughts surged wildly, crashing against Charlie's will, which should have been as fragile as any ordinary person.

"........."

Shaking his head to dispel these chaotic thoughts, Charlie regained his composure.

After a moment's hesitation, he did not go to the listener's seat, but instead sat in the room of the redeemer on the other side.

Sitting in the enclosed space where no one was watching, Charlie's shoulders relaxed, and he slowly closed his eyes.

"I hope... you can keep your promise."

"Let us be able to usher in a true end."

After a long period of time, and now that faith has decayed and crumbled.

Is what Charlie truly seeks, as he claims, to live for the villagers?

Maybe there is.

But it certainly wasn't as sustaining as he claimed.

th.

Now that his endless anger has subsided over a long period of time, he doesn't even have much hatred for the gods anymore.

He craved death.

Charlie longed for a death that would allow him to finally find peace.

He was really tired.