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

"In the evening, you'd better read the mutual aid association's declaration several times." After cleaning the room, Wen Xier sighed and said seriously.

Isn’t it just becoming a believer in a certain idea?

Wenxier is willing to pay any price as long as he can regain his former power!

At the same time, he felt as if he had experienced something very similar to what was happening now.

Probably before he gained power, or even before he reached adulthood.

In the church, when those who wear the guise of priests are preaching...

Beautiful-sounding words kept coming out of the priest's mouth, as if all suffering would pass as long as one believed in God.

But for him at that time, the root cause of all the suffering was the priest who talked about God all the time but tortured them without mercy.

wrong...

Why do I think so?

Although they are somewhat similar, at least she did not force herself, and was even willing to accept herself as someone who did not agree with her ideas, and even treated her equally.

Compared to the person he reduced to ashes, Mernadette was much better.

But... in his childhood, before he truly gave up everything in despair, he had prayed sincerely countless times under the goddess' gaze...

What will the future hold? Can I truly reclaim my power?

For some unknown reason, Wenxier felt a little confused.

On the other side, Mernadé was also cleaning in a spacious courtyard.

She didn't want to be like Wenxier and Batu, whose minds were full of other thoughts. At this moment, she was already very happy to have such a city to realize her own power.

Although this place is empty and lonely now, it will sooner or later regain its prosperity. At that time, it will become the headquarters of the mutual aid association. Maybe many people will come here to listen to their ideas and eventually become their comrades.

"Take a break." Looking at Mernadè with sweat on her forehead, Antilia handed her a cup of water.

Mernadette shook her head. "No... We need to quickly establish a small base of our own in this city."

"Mr. Morin and his family may come here at any time with their children or some people who want to settle here."

"If there's not enough housing, it'll cause some trouble."

After Mernadèle chose to leave, Charles left Maureen, who had always been by his side, to her - it couldn't be said that Charles left it to her, because according to the promise between Maureen and Floyds, Maureen had always been hers.

It's just that before, Mernadette was worried about Charles' safety, so she asked Floys to send someone to protect Charles.

Now Mernadette roughly knew some of Charles's powers, and knew that a high-level extraordinary person was completely unable to protect Charles, so when Charles handed Morin back to her, Mernadette did not refuse.

Compared to Charles, she really needed more strength at this moment.

Whether it is to protect this city or to protect their comrades, she needs this power.

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Chapter 9, Section 339: Endsworth: You young people really know how to have fun

Relying solely on ideas cannot liberate people's minds, nor can it gain everyone's recognition.

Spiritual needs will not be accepted until normal physiological needs are met.

Mernadette knew these things a long time ago, but she wanted to give it a try.

I naively want to change the world with my own ideas.

Obviously.

The malicious thoughts of people made her sober up.

Fort Nason is now a no-man's-land.

But sooner or later, this place will attract attention.

When this place is built by them, when it is filled with laughter again, when it is restored to its pre-disaster state, the hyenas will slowly approach following the scent and want to tear a piece of meat from here.

In order to protect their achievements and to safeguard their beliefs, Mernadè needed strength and needed to build her own army.

It's not about invading others, but about ensuring that you won't be invaded.

"I really hope that day will never come..." Mernadette looked a little melancholy, and then picked up a letter of authorization on the table.

This was the last bit of support Ciel gave her in what she was doing besides keeping her safe.

A document appointing her as mayor of Nathanburgh and including ownership of all land resources in the city.

If it were the old Nason Castle, this kind of thing would be difficult to do - after all, because of Taylor, the world has entered a new era. In order to show off civilization and progress, the situation where a high-level transcendent was arbitrarily granted a noble title and given city management when he joined has become rare.

Of course, if the high-level extraordinary person strongly requests it, this is not a difficult task. As long as he is strong enough, he can find other ways to get the city in a legal way.

Charles doesn't have to go through so much trouble now. As a ghost town, Fort Nason has almost no value. He only needs to pay a few gold pounds and no one will compete with him for this place.

At the same time, the existence of the mutual aid society is very annoying to most people in this country. Since they want to hide in that ghost town, they naturally will not stop it.

It’s a pity that this idea only appears at this moment.

When the mutual aid society has more members and Nasonburg is developed again, some new things will change.

Office of the Department of Ancient Languages, Royal College of Moroston.

Charles was drinking his tea leisurely, while Sif's eyes kept wandering over him.

After a moment, Ciel couldn't help but put down his teacup and looked at Sif helplessly, "Although I know I'm handsome, you don't have to keep looking at me like this."

"I just think it's a little rare."

"Charle Rocks, you actually came to work at the academy."

"Lecturer Rocks actually still remembers that he has this job." Sif said with emotion.

Charles' expression was a little subtle. "I just took some time off before."

"Some fake?"

"Except for the time when you first became a lecturer, when you came to school more frequently, since then until now you have been absent more than half of the time each month."

"You haven't even come to this school once in the past few months."

"If it weren't for Professor Endsworth, if you weren't a member of parliament, an irresponsible lecturer like you would have been fired long ago." Sif said seriously.

Compared to Charles, she is much more serious and responsible.

Since becoming a lecturer, she has hardly ever taken a day off.

Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the previous incident, although the crisis had been resolved, apart from the initial period of time spent outside out of revenge, Sif preferred to stay in school and in her little nest most of the time.

"I haven't delayed the teaching progress. Although I didn't come to work, I asked other lecturers to cover for me." Charles spread his hands with an innocent look.

A well sign appeared on Sif's forehead. "How dare you say such words in front of me!?"

Whenever Ciel skipped classes, it was mostly Sif who filled in for him.

There were rare times when Theresa would help him, but most of the time Theresa came to work at the same frequency as Charles.

Basically she only comes to work when Ciel is around...

"Hasn't Professor Endsworth already given you a raise? One should be content with what they have." Ciel said earnestly.

I really want to beat him to death...

After confirming Charles' identity, Sif let down her last guard in front of him, and her previous reserve and politeness were slowly abandoned.

At the same time, Charles' attitude towards her was the same.

However, during this process, she wanted to kill Charles countless times.

"Anyway, Perozzi, Theresa, and Melnadette all have things to do lately, and there's nothing for you to do alone. So, get to work."

Sif shouldn't have been involved in work-related matters. After all, she was not a school administrator and did not have a strong sense of justice.

But since their relationship has undergone a qualitative change, facing the empty office, Sif hopes that Charles can come more often.

This can make up for some of her inner desires and also help her better understand Charles.

"Yes, yes, from now on I will listen to Ms. Leopold and go to work to earn money to support the family." Charles said perfunctorily.

Sif glared at him fiercely, then thought for a moment and pulled a chair to sit next to him. "Rocks, what's our real family name? Is it Rocks?"

On the one hand, she wanted to find something to talk about with each other, and on the other hand, she wanted to satisfy her curiosity.

"Of course not, I made up the last name Rocks." Charles answered seriously.

"As for the surname question, my family doesn't have one. At least I don't know it."

If she is the goddess of night, she has her own surname and given name - Diana Lilia.

But her name was still there, but her surname seemed to have been gradually abandoned by her because of some things. After her reincarnation, she completely abandoned everything she had and appeared in front of Charles with a completely new identity.

Since it was something that had already been discarded, Charles felt there was no need to bring it up again.

As for the surname he made up himself... maybe when their relationship gets closer, Sif's surname can be changed to Rocks~

"So, Sif, you don't need to worry about a last name. Sif Leopold is a nice name too."

After hearing his words, Sif nodded seriously, "I think my name is nice too."

"Before, I was wondering what would happen if you wanted me to change my last name. Now it seems I don't have to worry about that."

Seeing her relieved look, Charles turned his chair to face her and asked with a smile, "What would you do if I wanted you to change your last name?"

Sif's brows furrowed, and after thinking for a moment, she said seriously, "I'll probably add the surname you want to change to before your first and last name."

"Although you are my younger brother, they are my only parents."

Ciel reached out and smoothed her frown, "Don't worry, I've never thought of changing anything like this."

"I've never cared about surnames or anything like that, not even blood ties."

"Just like Mernadette, even after I knew she wasn't my biological sister, my attitude towards her remained the same."

Sif gave him a look, then grumbled, "Are you sure you're consistent?"

"I've heard from Melnadette that you've done a lot of excessive things."

"Ahem...I was just doting on him." Charles looked a little embarrassed.

"What a unique way of showing affection," Sif said in a slightly mocking tone. "Come to think of it, after you found out that Melnadè isn't your sister, did you feel relieved?"

"It would be terrible if such a beautiful and lovely girl were really my biological sister~"

"After all, if it's my sister, I can't~~"

Listening to Sif's teasing, Ciel thought for a moment and then nodded seriously, "Come to think of it, I do have that thought."

"But if there is love, even if it's for a younger sister~~" Charles' eyes swept over Sif a few times.

Sif's face turned red and she picked up the cup beside her. If Charles dared to say anything excessive, she would probably use the cup to wake him up.

"Forget it... Let's forget what Leopold said." But contrary to her expectations, Charles did not say anything flowery this time. Instead, he made a disgusted expression.

As if anything happening to her was such an embarrassing thing.

creak-

Faintly, Ciel seemed to be able to hear the sound of Sif clenching the teacup.

"Well, don't hold back on what you have to say. It's not good for your health. Besides, the teacup is innocent. If you crush it, it will increase the workload of the school logistics department."

"Leopold, you should learn to think more about others." Charles said earnestly.

Sif didn't get angry at first. She put down the teacup and smiled at Charles. Then she jumped up from the chair in an instant, grabbed Charles' neck with both hands and threw him to the ground.

"Let go... I can't breathe..." Charles struggled and showed a "painful" expression.

"Hmph! You guy, I'm not someone you can easily bully!" Sif, who was riding on Charles, let go of her hand, then wrinkled her nose and said viciously.

"You have been riding on me and making me work like a slave. Of course I know you are not someone who can be bullied." Looking at Sif sitting on him, Charles said with a smile.

Just as Sif was about to get up, the door was pushed open.

As soon as Professor Endsworth walked into the office, he saw a scene that made him a little confused.

Although Charles was knocked down by Sif, the way she sat on him to "suppress" Charles was a bit too ambiguous after all.

In the eyes of Professor Endsworth, an old driver, countless scenes were almost imagined in his mind in an instant.

"Young people are just hot-tempered...but they still need to be careful in school."