Life has dealt a heavy hand to a weak demigod like me.

Chapter 21: The Eternal Blazing Sun's Believers Are Really Fun

Endsworth was still very satisfied with Charles Rocks.

The name, character, and attitude towards knowledge all indicate a teachable talent.

The only thing he was not very satisfied with was his personality.

How can it be that a man always acts like a little girl?

Another thing is that he sometimes seems too restrained.

To break this, Endsworth decided to treat him to a meal.

I think his teacher led him down a path of no return...

The fine traditions of Moroston Royal Academy cannot be lost!

"Locks, do you know how many of us Yorkers are called saints on earth?" he asked with a smile.

Charles nodded, looking a little embarrassed. "I've heard that there are three Crown Princes in our Kingdom of York."

In this era, people are very arrogant...

A Sequence 4 dares to be called His Majesty, a demigod dares to call himself the God of something...

In his era, demigods who were not from the church were not qualified to be called His Majesty.

"Prince Victor St. York, who represents the royal family; Alberk McWill, the dean of our academy who has refused the title of Duke three times; and the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke Utz Shogber." Endsworth said in a gentle tone.

The three so-called saints represented the royal family, the House of Commons representing the common people, and the House of Lords representing the aristocracy.

The three check and balance each other and are interconnected.

This is their relationship on the surface.

Most people can only see this layer and take sides.

In fact, in private, the three of them are very good friends, and even have the same mentor, a demigod who has disappeared.

This is information that only a few people know, and it is considered the second level.

Going a little deeper...Victor St. York is the offspring of another demigod, and his main reason for becoming a disciple of his current teacher is to leave a backup plan for his father.

This is the third level. Victor always thought that this matter was top secret, but Alberk, Uzbekistan and even their teacher knew about it.

At the same time, Alberk also has his own unique identity. He is the power left by the church and became a believer of the Goddess of Night because of a holy relic.

Each one of them is a thousand-layer cake.

When Charles chose this country, he was quite surprised.

People's hearts are not as they used to be...

"In fact, in addition to the three His Majesties I just mentioned, there is a fourth His Majesty in the Kingdom of York."

"It's just that his identity has never been known to the outside world, or those who know it have kept it secret." Endsworth looked a little strange.

Most people in the Kingdom of York don’t know much about the extraordinary people. A small number of people know that there are three saints in the kingdom, and half of this small number of people know that there are actually four saints in the Kingdom of York.

The reason why the fourth saint is not well-known is not because of suppression or anything, but because his reputation is difficult to spread.

The Lord of Eternal Night, Drebber Taplis.

Compared to other saints who either run academies or are princes or dukes, his business is a little bit special.

City of Eternal Night...

An entertainment city that includes red-light district, brothels, arenas, casinos...a series of entertainment venues.

Managed by the saint himself and with some additional tricks, the City of Eternal Night is known as the largest entertainment city in the Eastern Continent, and is even vaguely known as the largest entertainment city in the entire world, with the reputation of being a paradise on earth.

Extraordinary people, especially high-level extraordinary people, all have their own pride. Even if they run similar industries, they will only launch an agent at most.

He is the first one to run it as his main business.

"Although he is a bit unorthodox, His Majesty Taplis is the easiest person to approach among the high-level transcendents."

"If you can gain His Majesty's appreciation, perhaps you can cross the threshold of transcendence."

Although Endsworth admired Charles very much, he wanted to bring him into the field.

But things like potions and supernatural properties cannot be given lightly.

This is the rule of the academy, and it is also the unspoken rule of the Kingdom of York and even the entire supernatural world.

If he was from the royal family, or the aristocracy, it would be fine, and some things could be given according to one's heart.

However, if the academy wants to increase the number of extraordinary people, even low-sequence extraordinary people need to pass some tests and setbacks before they can be granted.

After all, the original purpose of the birth of the academy was to provide a channel for the royal family, rules, and other extraordinary forces to inject fresh blood. It was only because of negligence that it has grown into a force that cannot be ignored.

If no restrictions are imposed, the existing rules may be destroyed.

This is something they absolutely do not want to see and will not allow to happen.

Therefore, Endsworth has many low-level extraordinary characteristics, but except for his direct descendants, he cannot give them to others casually, especially people of common origin like Charles Rocks.

"Well... even if His Majesty is very approachable, it's unlikely that I'll ever meet him." Charles said, scratching his head.

If possible, he didn't want to have to deal with Drabel Taplis.

When Charles decided to start a new life here, he found out the strength of the four saints here and the people behind them.

Of these four, Drebber is the most secretive.

The strongest fighting force of the contemporary Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, he holds five of the thirteen holy relics of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, and can even be said to be the true Pope of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

Can you believe that a person like this is hiding here and running an entertainment city whose main business is running a brothel?

What shocked Charles the most was that as a saint of the "Rising Sun" sequence, his external image was that of a transcendent similar to that of the "Astrologer" sequence.

Almost everyone knew that daylight and the sun were his nemesis, capable of reducing his combat effectiveness. If anyone truly destroyed the Horcrux he had specifically sought for "safety," he would show them the true meaning of cruelty...

It would be a shame if he didn't become an actor with such acting skills.

To be honest, if I hadn't killed the God of Fear this time and used his corpse and extraordinary characteristics as the price for divination, I would have asked more about the current situation of the church.

His identity and status are that of the High Priest of the Church of the Earth, and the inspiration for their current use of the Matryoshka identity to conceal themselves stems from a book passed down by Charles himself from his early years. If it weren't for these various factors, it's estimated that unless one were a true god skilled in divination, discovering his true identity through the power of divination would be difficult.

At first, the person I thought was a follower of the Goddess of Night turned out to be the actual Pope of the Eternal Blazing Sun.

This is a bit outrageous.

He had five layers of identities, one within the other, and even the fourth layer was a follower of the Goddess of Night, who was also his ally. This level of nesting dolls really made Charles feel a little ashamed - he only had one identity now.

The Matryoshka Pope, the last Pope who wanted to strip the clothes of his own true God.

The followers of the Eternal Blazing Sun...really know how to have fun.

No matter what others think, Charles is convinced.

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Section 22 Chapter 22 Well...Can I have them all?

Although Ciel found the matter of Drebber Taplis unremarkable, Professor Endsworth was very interested.

Along the way, I told him a lot of things about daring Drebber.

But most of the stories were about him running into Drebber who was looking for a prostitute in a certain brothel on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year.

Running an entertainment complex dubbed "Heaven on Earth" was outrageous enough, but as the owner, Drebber personally supported his own business...

This kind of person is completely different from the previous supernatural beings' understanding of the supernatural beings in the church. No wonder no one doubts his identity.

"Hey, isn't this Endsworth? I heard that you took on a big job some time ago. I hope you didn't encounter any danger." After arriving at the City of Eternal Night, not long after the two got off the carriage, an acquaintance of Endsworth greeted him.

"It's not dangerous, but I haven't been here for a while and I feel a little lonely." Endsworth said, pointing to the prostitutes posing on the street.

"That's true. I always feel like there's something missing from the brothels and entertainment centers in other places. Every time I come to the Kingdom of York, I always feel a little uncomfortable if I don't stay here for ten days or half a month. I really envy you guys who were born in Moroston." The man said while yawning.

"You can come and settle in Moroston. I have a few manors outside the city close to here that I can give you to live in."

"Haha, that's a deal. I'll come and join you after I finish what I'm doing."

"Okay, okay. By the way, is the Elf Forest still open today?" Because it is always night in the City of Eternal Night, some entertainment shops with less manpower are not open regularly.

"It's open. I just came back from there. I remember you liked the incubi from the Incubi House and the rongyas from the rongya forest the most, didn't you?"

"It's not me, it's my student." As he spoke, Endsworth patted Charles on the shoulder.

"Hehehe~ He's also in the Ancient Languages ​​Department. He's best at Ancient Elvish, Mississippian, and Ancient Giant."

"I'll bring him here to learn."

Professor Endsworth...you were so harsh in your previous comments.

You are a good person and you will be my friend from now on.

After hearing what Endsworth said, Charles felt a little restless.

I have been here for more than a month, but I haven't visited any brothels or red-light districts, let alone ordinary places.

He originally thought that Endsworth would at most take him to some ordinary stores, but he didn't expect him to take him to such a high-end place.

"The ancient giant language is a bit too much. With our size and height, we would feel inferior if we went to see a half-giant." The man sighed. "I still remember how embarrassed I was the first time I went there. She urged me to hurry up even though I had already entered."

"It's not just half-giants who can speak Giant. In fact, halflings are also very good at Giant." Endsworth said very experiencedly.

"Eh? I remember they have their own language, Enzwen." "They prefer Enzwen for normal communication, but they are also quite proficient in Ancient Giant Language. After all, halflings used to live with giants." Enzworth said with a smile.

The giants are responsible for food, and the halflings are responsible for helping the giants do some delicate things that are difficult for them to do with their bodies. The interactions between the two tribes are relatively close.

"I really envy the customs of your academy..." The man looked at Charles with some envy.

"My son's age is almost up, and I've decided to send him to your Royal Academy of Moroston. This way, I'll have a reason to come more often."

It was clearly just a normal chat, but for some reason, Charles felt that some of his emotions were aroused while listening to them.

After a reluctant farewell, Endsworth smiled at Charles.

"You've heard what I just said. Since you're proficient in Ancient Elvish, Ancient Giant, and Mississippian, the brothel and prostitute I'm hiring this time will be one of these three."

"The only people here who are proficient in Old Giant are halflings and half-giants, and the only people who are proficient in Old Elvish are elves. As for Mississippian, I remember that incubi are quite good at it."

"How about choosing one?"

Basically, if Charles chooses a customs girl of that race today, Endsworth will decide which language he will teach tomorrow.

Ciel thought for a long time, then asked weakly, "Um... can I choose all?"

Only children make choices, adults say they want them all!

What on earth is wrong with this era?!

He had played the incubus a few times before, but the halflings and elves...

Endsworth was stunned, then burst into laughter, holding his belly. After laughing, he couldn't help but give Charles a thumbs-up, his eyes revealing a look of admiration.

"Hahaha, Rocks, you didn't bring shame upon your name."

Can we not mention names?

I really haven't had sex with tens of thousands of people before!

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"If you want it all, there's actually a store that can satisfy you."

"It's just the first time, are you sure you can handle so many people?" It's not that he is reluctant to spend money. Compared with humans, alien races have their own unique advantages in some aspects.

Even those alien races are considered semi-transcendent. Ordinary people are unable to deal with even one of them, let alone three at a time... and among them are nightmares with superb juice-squeezing abilities...

Endsworth was a little worried that Charles' body couldn't bear it.

"Actually, it's not that many. I can't handle half-giants or something like that." Although a half-giant is not a giant, he is over five meters tall. If you just use it as a pillow to sleep, it's still pretty good. But forget about that.

It's a pity that there is no giant here, otherwise I could lie on the giant's... and communicate with the young lady in the custom shop.

"Like this..." Seeing Charles' shy look at this moment, Endsworth took out a small bottle from his arms.

"Originally, this and this were prepared for me, but you can use them first."

Energy potion.

This was modified by a potion master thousands of years ago based on the life potion.