A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Bray is in his thirties; he still needs to understand simple truths.

There are nice guys in the world. Bray doesn't dislike nice guys, nor does he object to anyone becoming a nice guy.

However, the world also has its share of bad guys, like Bray himself.

Bray may not be responsible for himself, but he should at least be responsible for the two girls behind him.

Bray is naturally not afraid of angels, but they may have methods that even Levy cannot deal with.

Not to mention Nia, who was unarmed.

As Bray stepped into the church, most of his face was shrouded in thick shadow.

"Don't you guys put candles in places like this?" Bray instinctively retorted.

There were very few light sources inside the church; most of the place was dark.

The outdoor light slanted in through the window, trying to dispel the darkness.

The dust particles drifted erratically in the light, making the place look ancient.

The extremely dim environment did not evoke any sense of fear; on the contrary, it highlighted a solemn sense of ceremony.

With the surrounding reliefs and the oil paintings overhead, those who are there will feel much more at peace.

It must be said that Angel's architectural design is indeed artistic.

Bray was standing in a wide aisle in the church, with long wooden benches arranged neatly on both sides, and the seats of the benches were facing in the direction of Bray's line of sight.

On the very first wooden chair sat a very special angel.

His wings were not pure white, but mixed with some black feathers, and his hair was also black, which is relatively rare among angels.

“We don’t put out candles simply because we don’t need them.” The angel, sitting with his back to Bray, clapped his hands.

A spell was cast, and the entire church instantly became bright and spacious.

“Angels have excellent eyesight; they can see even in the dark.” The angel who spoke stood up and turned to face Bray.

"Therefore, not placing lights can save unnecessary expenses." The angel's face became clearer due to the light.

She is Aphrodite, the one who sent people to find Bray.

“You really are ‘as always’ in every sense of the word,” Bray said, raising an eyebrow.

Avrena looks exactly the same as she did a few years ago, almost ten years ago; she hasn't changed at all.

“And you look much older,” Aphrena said, looking at Bree.

His tone was somewhat wistful; even that unreasonable human adventurer would grow old.

Ultimately, it's just a black iron type.

“You’re talking nonsense,” Bray said resentfully after hearing Avrena say that she was old.

He's only in his thirties, and although people call him "uncle," he's actually still quite young.

So Afrena is talking nonsense. Besides, apart from the fact that her beard is hard to shave off, she doesn't look any different.

Oh, right, I also tied my hair into a little braid.

In short, Bray was very unhappy to be told he was getting old by an angel who never ages.

This feeling is like being told by someone who can eat anything and never gain weight, "Hey, how come you've gotten fat?"

"It seems you really don't want to admit you're getting old," Aphrena said quietly.

As He spoke, He glanced at Nia almost imperceptibly.

This little girl looks a lot like Bray, is she his daughter?

Despite her curiosity, Avrena didn't ask the question aloud.

"Gurgle—" As the two were talking, Nia's stomach continued to make a very unpleasant sound.

"Nia is so hungry." Nia's tone was a little aggrieved.

“My daughter is hungry,” Bray said, turning to Afrena and emphasizing it again.

"Bring me some bread and noodles," Afrena suddenly said in a slightly louder voice.

"Remember to pick the better ones," He added after thinking for a few seconds.

Immediately afterwards, a girl older than Nia and younger than Rei ran out from behind a curtain.

She was holding a large plate covered with lots of bread.

Although the texture and taste don't look very good, the bread has a nice aroma.

"A human girl?" A hint of doubt appeared in Bray's right eye.

That's right, it's "she," not "He."

The girl who brought out the bread was not an angel, but a genuine human being.

Bray found it hard to imagine that a human girl with no fighting ability would appear on the extremely exclusive land inhabited by angels.

"The mess that Beatri left behind," Afrena replied nonchalantly.

The girl blushed slightly after hearing that description.

Despite being told this, her face didn't darken, suggesting there must have been a lot of stories behind it.

Unfortunately, Avrena had absolutely no interest in telling Bray about the girl.

She was a fanatic in the Mathematical Society created by Marek, but because she looked almost exactly like Beatrix's sister, she didn't die on the spot.

If it weren't for this, any other girl would have been mercilessly executed by Beatrix.

For Beattie, cult followers are simply untouchable, regardless of age or gender.

The cult members might repent, but Betley wasn't going to give them a chance.

It seems that the girl has become much more sober now and is no longer immersed in the crazy idea of ​​"saving the world".

Perhaps the harsh reality dealt her a severe blow? Or perhaps the apocalypse was already over, and there was no world left worth saving.

In any case, she is no longer the fanatic who clamored for a hero to save the world.

"Oh." Bray didn't ask any further questions, not because he was sensible, but simply because he was too lazy to investigate.

The reason is simple: he doesn't have much of a relationship with this girl, and she's not the kind of person who doesn't need anyone to take care of her.

"Sister Aphrodite, I'm going back now..." the girl said timidly after placing the bread on the long wooden bench beside her.

"Go back." Afrena waved her hand casually, ordering the girl around like a servant.

However, the title "Sister Aphrena" is quite intriguing.

"By the way, how did you know this bag is 'Uranus's Backpack'?"

“I even know that Lord Joshua gave you the ‘Uranus’s Backpack’.”

Afrena's intelligence network was quite good, so she learned about the arrival of a stranger in Anjing City and his visit to the human elder "Yunhai" almost immediately.

Based on the person's characteristics and the waist bag, he could easily deduce that it was Bray.

Bray left a deep impression on Him—both good and bad.

“I need to correct something. This fanny pack isn’t a gift; it’s my payment,” Bray said solemnly.

Gifts and rewards are two different things. Bray did the work, so he felt justified in accepting the money.

However, after hearing Aphrena mention the name Joshua, Bray was able to figure some things out.

"I am in this city of the Dark Iron race because of Lord Joshua's assignment," Aphrena said.

Joshua was a third-order angel whom Bray had met a few years ago.

Bray also helped Joshua's angels return to Heaven, and he knows what happened afterward.

In fact, after witnessing firsthand that Heaven had been destroyed by the Silver Seeds, Joshua made the decision to cooperate with the Iron Seeds.

Of all the Bronze beings, He was the first to have this idea.

Especially after the Silver race officially invaded, it became even more natural for Him to cooperate with the Iron race.

Bronze-type cannot survive alone, nor can black iron-type.

Even if there are conflicts, they can be temporarily set aside in the face of the paramount matter of survival.

It's naive to suggest putting things aside for now and trying to eliminate the contradictions of an entire era in a short period of time.

After Betley died, Aphrena wandered around with this girl who looked like his sister.

Before long, all the lower species of Kapras met their "end".

After Beatrix's death, Aphrena also lost her place and answered Joshua's call.

Compared to other Bronze Saints, Avrena readily accepted Joshua's ideas.

After all, He had traveled with Betley in the world of the Iron race for quite some time, and He had come to a profound understanding that the Iron race was no different from the Bronze race.

Bronze-type monsters are powerful, but sometimes they can be quite weak.

Black iron can be very weak or very strong.

The best example is the silly one-eyed adventurer standing in front of me.

“Alright, now that I know it’s related to Him, I understand a little better,” Bray said.

After noticing that Nia and Levy were happily eating their bread, Bray decided to get down to business.

If Nia continues to go hungry, Bray has no intention of getting down to business.

This is also why Bray, who is used to getting straight to the point, didn't immediately get to the main topic this time.

He's not a doting father, and he's not one to change many of his habits for his daughter.

"I was also very confused at first, why would there be bronze-level creatures in the safe zone?"

However, he no longer has this confusion, because it was the third-order angel who can treat the Black Iron race as equals who led the way, and the matter can be explained clearly.

"So you were looking for me on the street to give me a job?" Bray sighed, speechless. Usually, when someone found Bray, they'd throw him a job afterward.

I've been a tool for him countless times, so I trust him; he's experienced.

Bray didn't think he had many acquaintances with whom he would catch up.

There might be one or two, but Avrena is definitely not among them.

Bray became alert; he sensed the presence of work.

“I wouldn’t dare force a job on you,” Afrena said, spreading her hands in a rather helpless tone.

"I called you here for a deal."

With her long black hair and black feathers mixed in, Aphrena, shrouded in shadow, seemed to have a sinister air about her.

If Bray didn't know Afrena even slightly, he probably would have turned and run by now.

“If you do some things for us, I promise to give you some compensation,” Afrena said.

"Just like the deal you made with Lord Joshua back then."

"So to put it bluntly, I still have to work for them." Bray couldn't help but purse his lips. After all that talk, it all came down to the same thing.

"If you don't want to, no one will dare to make you do anything," Afrena said nonchalantly.

"You go first."

"The various safe zones in the Eastern Continent are currently isolated, but this is not because we do not know any spells or divine arts for movement or teleportation, nor because we lack means of communication," He said unhurriedly.

Yes, the silver ones only block the roads between safe zones.

However, let alone the current Bronze type, the Iron type itself has many means of spatial transfer or communication.

Although they didn't use it as smoothly as Nicol Bolas, the lower species wouldn't simply lose all contact with other places just because the "road" was blocked.

This is a question that Bray has never considered in all these years.

There was nothing he could do; Bray had absolutely no expertise in these matters, and he hadn't even considered this possibility.

Besides the wandering Silver species, certain specific Silver species also hinder communication between each safe zone.

The "Forgotten Dragon" Migkaf was a silver-type dragon of this nature.

Besides Him, there are many other similar Silver species in the "United Gods".