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

After all, under certain circumstances, if you want to get promoted, you can only choose to join the church.

This is also a way to strengthen the church's foundation. Charles' second potion, belonging to the Sequence 8 Potions Warrior of the Church of War and Glory, was purchased from the black market.

Because of his own special nature, Charles collected many other sequences of potion pathways, ranging from low to high.

Screening for the right advanced sequence was no simple matter. Every time Charles made a choice, he would deduce the extraordinary powers in some potions and find some people with related sequences to compete in battle or even launch sneak attacks, before he could slowly determine which path he should choose next.

After studying the Astrologer series of potions, he still had some left, which he had been throwing in the corner of his personal space.

If it could save him some trouble, he wouldn't mind giving it to Sif.

"I appreciate your kindness, but I probably won't be able to wait until you can find those potions." Sif rolled her eyes and said.

Girl... do you know what you've been missing?

"Also, I'm not stopping serving as a student advisor or mentor simply because I can't afford it."

"I don't want the students I interact with more often to be unable to find stable jobs and have to join adventuring groups."

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Section 33 Chapter 33 Gossip, Growth, and Death

Although there are conflicts between them, the nobility and the academy are a special entity.

In the matter of Sif, the academy is backing them up, so even if the Mitt family is offended, as long as Sif does not leave the academy alone, the Mitt family can't do anything.

Similarly, the nobility also has such power.

Anyone close to Sif, a student she admired, would likely be implicated if the Mitte family found out about it. This wouldn't just affect the Mitte family, but the entire aristocracy of the Kingdom of York.

Therefore, over the past year or so, her teaching has basically been the type of reading from the textbook without even asking any questions.

"Speaking of which, Rocks, it's a little strange that you didn't act like a plague god after seeing me. Could it be that you..." Sif blinked as she spoke.

"Well, Professor Endsworth admires me, and Perozzi and I are pretty good friends."

"Just because I got a little close to you, you're taking revenge on me. This shouldn't happen."

In fact, let alone Ciel, any problem with any lecturer or teaching assistant in the academy because of Sif would cause disputes between the House of Nobles and the academic faction.

Although the Mitte family has barely made it into the ranks of the great nobles, there are constant conflicts between the emerging nobles and the old nobles in the House of Nobles. The Mitte family cannot bear the responsibility of rashly causing the academic school to intervene at this time.

Of course, although it will not lead to some bad revenge, the Mitt family will not show mercy to some disgusting things.

For example, smashing glass, throwing paint, or having a group of thugs and gang members armed with weapons surround your house all day long are very disgusting.

"The eldest daughter of the Krolov family? Do you know her?" Sif became interested.

"Well...Mr. Rotten is my benefactor." Charles said calmly.

"Mr. Rotten has indeed helped many people, but you are probably the only one who dares to say that he has a good relationship with Miss Peroz." Sif's tone became light and gossipy.

"Hehehe... Could it be that you..."

Ciel sighed, then couldn't help but flick her forehead, "We're just simple friends."

"Besides, there are greater adventures waiting for Miss Peroz."

At this moment, Charles praised his own acting skills - his expression and tone at this moment were like those of a humble admirer who was unable to get what he wanted.

"The Krolov family..." Sif's tone was a little envious, but also a little admiring.

As a member of the aristocratic forces, he is popular among the old aristocrats, the new aristocrats, the academics, and the royal family.

Although Rotun had been missing for such a long time, the strength of the Krolov family was strangely not affected at all.

For a long time, this was the favorite gossip of the people of Moroston.

Fordrance Harbor, Black Prison.

Peroz, who was being discussed by Charles and Sif, was not in a good condition at the moment.

Wild boars, bears, and wolves gave her no trouble.

Thanks to the inheritance of the family's extraordinary characteristics, although Peroz had just absorbed the extraordinary characteristics left by his father, the training for this extraordinary characteristic began very early.

Tips on how to use a bow and arrow, dagger fighting techniques, how to use a mountaineering pick, how to find the most advantageous items in the surrounding environment...

Plus the increase in talent in the bloodline.

These wild animals were not even an appetizer to her.

However, her strength was so great that when facing wild beasts, even if she was surrounded by a group of beasts, she could easily dodge the attacks and then kill them one by one with arrows.

But when the object is changed to a person.

Some things cannot be done so lightly.

The people originally imprisoned in the black jail were later bought as death row prisoners.

Thirty people in total.

During this period, she was like an executioner, reaping their lives.

Now, when she faced the enemy called "her own kind", her hands did not tremble, she did not feel weak, and she did not feel nauseous.

Her hands were very steady. She could shoot an arrow through the enemy's heart, or she could backhand and shoot the enemy's head off, letting the blood splatter on her body and even her face.

As the price of growth, a scar appeared on her face, spreading from her forehead to the bridge of her nose. If Finks had not activated his ability in time, her head would probably have been cut in half.

The potion could hide the scars, but Peroz didn't use it in the end.

At the same time, her appearance changed from stunning to ordinary, and even ordinary people would be scared when they saw her because of the scar.

"Sure enough... I still can't get used to this kind of thing." Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Peroz said softly.

"It's better not to get used to killing people." Finks slowly walked to her side. "As long as your hands don't shake when you kill people, it'll be fine."

Peroz didn't say anything, just stared at the ground.

"Was father like this back then?" Peroz asked softly.

"That guy didn't experience that, but he lost his friends on his first expedition."

"Because of his weakness."

Finks looked at Peroz calmly.

"He never minded talking about his past with others, whether it was sad or happy."

"He always said: 'People need to look forward.' But he himself couldn't get out of the shadow of the past."

Shadows of the past?

Many memories of his father came to Peroz's mind.

He always had a smile on his face in front of her, as if there was nothing in the world he couldn't do.

But when he was alone, there was a lot of sadness in his eyes.

"Uncle Finks, do you know how my father disappeared?" Peroz asked.

Finks shook his head.

"I don't know where he went or what adventures he had, but I think I know the reason for his death."

"I don't know if he wrote it down in the diary he left for you."

"During his adventures in the second half of his life, he strayed from the path and began to search for records about death and resurrection."

There is no god of death in this world, and the kingdom of gods rarely accommodates the souls of believers.

It is very difficult to come back from the dead.

It is easy for people who have died recently, but when the time of death exceeds seven days, the difficulty of resurrecting a person can be said to increase exponentially.

The body is easy to create, but it is difficult to recall a person's dissipated soul.

Others may not know much about it, but as the high priest of the Church of the Earth, Charles knows that the only way to recall human souls is the power of time.

That is to say, to fish out the soul from the long river of time.

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Chapter 34 His Name

"I remember that your family are all believers in the church." Finks snapped his fingers and lit the cigarette in his hand with a wisp of flame. After taking a deep puff, he asked softly.

Peroz nodded.

"Then you should know the story about the Goddess of Night."

"..."

After hearing what Finks said, Peroz was speechless for a moment, then he said, "Uncle Finks, the Krolov family's faith is the Eternal Blazing Sun."

"Hahahaha...it's all the same. After all, the churches of the Five Gods are now shared. Why should they be divided so clearly?"

Due to the decline of the church, the independent churches no longer exist in most places, and there is only a small church that can accommodate five statues.

In some places, there are different pastors in each church, and in some places, one pastor even directly serves as the pastor of all five churches.

Peroz stopped dwelling on this matter and continued, "You're talking about the goddess of night refusing to resurrect her brother so that her parents could become gods and escape death."

The Holy Book of the Church of the Night Goddess records that after the Night Goddess became a god, her family wanted to use her power to gain power, wealth, and immortality.

But she rejected it flatly.

She gave them a rich and peaceful life, but they did not accept it. Her parents even stated in public several times that they did not have such a daughter.

Even in the face of such a situation, she still did not give them too much favor, but just faced their birth, aging, sickness and death silently.

“Life has birth and death, and only then can order be formed.”

"Your father told me that it's not just the Goddess of Night. None of the family members of the Five True Gods have used their power to transcend death, let alone been awakened after death."

"He also said his actions were a deal with the devil."

"It's just that there are some things he knows, but he can't refuse."

"I hope you won't be like him."

Finks placed his hand on Perozzi's shoulder.

"I know you are following in your father's footsteps, and even want to know why your father died. If possible, you would like to resurrect him yourself."

"I'm not in a position to persuade you to give up, but as an elder, I don't want to hear about your disappearance one day."

Meeting his gaze, Peroz smiled, then said seriously, "The Krolov family is not afraid of any adventure."

Finks didn't say anything more, but just looked up slightly at the setting sun in the sky.

Resurrection from the dead...

Some images appeared before his eyes.

On deck, his wife waved at him while he smoked a cigarette and watched his son, who was learning to draw a nautical chart.

"Get ready, we'll set sail tomorrow." He casually threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stepped on it hard.

As the captain and elder, he often acts as a counselor and listener to persuade others to give up.

But when he faced certain temptations, he didn't know if he could withstand them.

Only when life has birth and death can order be formed?

Shit!

He didn't know what order was. He only knew that if such an opportunity came up, he would grab it tightly and not let anyone get close.

Jevers Island...

I am back again!

Office of the Mississippian Lecturer in the Department of Ancient Languages.

Unable to resist Ciel's request, Sif finally did not agree to Ciel to serve as both a mentor and a student advisor, but she still agreed to help Ciel handle some related work.

"Tom, Jerry, Peppa Pig, Garfield...Mernadette?" Charles, who was looking at the student list, was stunned. Then he said speechlessly, "People nowadays really don't have the slightest fear of gods."

"Is there anything wrong with these names?" Sif, who was proofreading the information on the side, asked while looking at the information of the people whose names Charles had just read out.

"Don't you know? Mernadè is the name of the Mother Goddess of the Earth." Charles came over and took Mernadè's information in his hand, and said while looking through it.