A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

“This time we should be able to have some fun.” Bray stroked Levy’s soft hair and looked down at the busy people below.

Generally speaking, Bray would suspect something was amiss with this healing ritual, or that something big was about to happen.

But after receiving that letter from Bai Mian, he felt that things shouldn't be so complicated anymore.

You should know that many of the Silver-ranked individuals who were still able to move had already been wiped out by him and White Face, leaving virtually none behind.

Even if there are any left, they are neutral silver-class, just like Nicol Bolas.

Therefore, it is unlikely that a silver-level creature would suddenly appear during the disease-removing ritual.

If it's a bronze-grade weapon, then it's even simpler—just go all out!

Even if things were to go terribly wrong, what would happen then? Bray's answer was, "Let it be."

He had no way to deal with it; all he could say was that if this were written as a novel, it would be a story of alternating daily life and battle.

The endless routine is annoying, and the continuous battles are tiresome.

That's pretty much the pace.

Hearing this, Bray suddenly felt that his chances of getting into trouble were quite high.

Probably not. Bray really wants to enjoy his trip instead of getting into so much trouble.

“Let’s go for a walk down here,” Bray said to Levy. It doesn’t look very appealing from up there; it’s a holiday, so we should all get involved.

No matter how interesting a holiday is, it's boring if you don't participate in it.

"Oh!" Upon hearing this, Levy immediately jumped down from the railing and ran quickly to the door.

When she saw that Bray was still slowly walking towards her, she quickly ran back to Bray's side.

Levy kept running back and forth, showing how much she was looking forward to playing.

"Brave, hurry up!" Levy twitched her ears, urging Bray on.

"Okay, okay, I'll try my best." Bray was helpless. Although he could catch up with Levy if he sped up, who would use the Heavenly Fox Tears to speed up every day?

He's not so careless as to think he's too old to live.

However, he was so far from the door that he didn't keep Levy waiting for long.

After going downstairs, he found that the setup for the disease-removing ritual was much faster than he had expected.

Within two or three hours in the morning, the streets were basically set up, and many people even started watching performances and shopping.

During the disease-removing ceremony, many people with camouflage-like makeup and traditional clothing continuously performed bizarre dances.

Bray and Levy couldn't appreciate this kind of dance, but their movements as they danced around a huge log were quite rhythmic.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The same beat is repeated again and again, and the performer continues to dance like this.

A dance can last for half an hour, and Bree admires their stamina.

Levy watched the performance with great interest, then licked the malt stick in her hand with a "smack, smack" sound.

She really liked these maltose sticks, which were two centimeters thick and had a sweet taste.

If there were no meat to lure Levy, she could probably lick it for half a day.

"What's going on with this dance?" Bray asked the locals around him curiously.

"You mean this dance?" The person being asked looked at Bray, seemingly a little surprised.

"You're not from around here, are you?"

“No,” Bray shook his head, answering simply.

Of course, if he were a local, he wouldn't ask such a question.

“This dance is to drive away the god who spreads plague,” the man began to explain earnestly.

"Kill God away?"

“Yes, we have a local legend that all diseases come from a god.” The local got excited when he saw that Bree was a stranger.

"That's why we dance this kind of dance during disease-removing ceremonies."

"Strictly speaking, it wasn't so much chasing them away, but rather sending them off."

"After all, you see, how can we possibly drive away the gods?" He chuckled.

"Is that the wood the god you're talking about?" Bray asked, puzzled.

If a piece of wood is considered a god, then that god seems a bit lacking in prestige.

Although Bray defeated many demigods, he also felt that demigods were indeed quite low-class.

“Yes, we have an even bigger piece of wood on the beach, and people say that's what God really looks like.”

"This piece of wood is just symbolic."

"If you have time, you can go to the beach and take a look. The wood there is really lifelike, it's just like a wild beast."

"Anyway, there are activities on the sea, so you can continue to have fun when you get there."

“Okay, I’ll go check it out.” Bray nodded, as if he had heard something interesting.

“Bray, aren’t we going to watch the dancing?” Levy asked.

Do you still want to watch?

"No," Levy answered honestly, because she couldn't understand what the dance was all about.

Even if she finds the dance interesting, after watching it several times, she'll start to get bored.

"Where are we going?" she asked excitedly, her tail curling quietly around Bray's leg.

Of course, Bray was well aware of her little tricks.

When a snake wraps around your leg, do you feel nothing?

But this tail is very different from a snake, because Bray would not leave a snake unattended, but Levy would leave it unattended.

“Let’s go to the beach later and see their big logs,” Bray said.

"A big piece of wood? Is it really that big?" Rabie gestured, tilting her head as she asked, her eyes full of doubt.

"I don't know, but it should be quite big," Bray said after thinking for a moment.

Since it can be regarded as a god, it can't be that small.

“But let’s buy some food first, since there might not be any available at the beach,” Bray said.

“Okay~” she replied, raising her paw.

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So in the end, Levy put on her big backpack and followed Bray to the beach.

That big backpack was full of food.

However, since it's impractical to put meat inside, the bread is filled entirely with meat filling 0W0.

This is what Levy stuffed into her bag in large quantities when Bray didn't notice.

She absolutely must not be found out by Bray, otherwise she will upset Bray.

"It really is like a wild beast." Bray, of course, was unaware of Levy's thoughts. He exclaimed in amazement after seeing the huge piece of wood.

It's clear from this wood that it hasn't undergone any post-processing.

But its original shape resembled a huge beast.

This giant log, resembling a wild beast, is as large as several warships, which explains why the locals worship it as a deity.

The same would happen elsewhere; it is a wonder created by nature, incomparable to any magnificent man-made structure.

No matter how magnificent a man-made structure may be, it will always lack something compared to the wonders of nature.

The waves crashed against this giant tree, but could not budge it at all.

If it weren't for the tsunami, it might never have moved.

On this day of the disease-removing ceremony, many people around the giant tree are praying with their eyes closed.

People are praying to the gods who spread disease, asking them not to let the disease spread here.

When it comes to evil gods, people often pray not for blessings, but for punishments.

So if you look at it from another angle, it's possible that being an evil god is far more comfortable than being a good god.

In this way, you won't be cursed for not doing good deeds, and you can lie down and enjoy the prayers of mortals.

"Just 2G, only 2G! And you can write your wish on this legendary wooden board from the God of Disease!"

"We only need 1GB here! 1GB!"

"The 'Surrounding the God of Illness' three and a half laps event is underway! Hurry and save your life! The race starts in one hour!"

Sure enough, there are still many activities near this wood, which is known as the god of disease, on the day of the disease-removing festival.

Something felt off to Bray. Also, why would there be a surfing competition?

However, as Brehu was lost in thought, a sense of panic seemed to rise in the crowd somewhere nearby.

"Help! Someone's collapsed!" a man shouted, holding another man who was unconscious in his arms.

You think it's a woman? What are you thinking? There aren't that many similar storylines in this world.

Bray took Levy's hand and moved closer to them; it's human nature to watch.

He also has this bad habit.

"He looks terrible." Someone noticed that the unconscious man's face was extremely pale, which seemed unusual.

"Take him to the doctor quickly."

"quick..."

"Thump—" But less than half a minute later, another person fell down nearby.

"Cough cough..." However, this person did not faint, but kept vomiting.

Gradually, it seemed as if some kind of plague began to spread among the crowd.

Bray immediately led Levy away from the crowd, and many others did the same.

However, this approach did not alleviate the situation.

"Bray, Bray, Levy feels a little nauseous too." Levy's ears also started to droop, looking a bit listless.

She wanted the tail, but found she had no strength left in her body.

This feeling is like she slept in the freezing cold for three days, and then woke up to find herself eating poisonous mushrooms. It's so uncomfortable QAQ.

"It's okay, it's okay." Bray crouched down and hugged Levy, trying to reassure her.

However, when he was comforting Levy, his deadpan eyes were filled with despair.

In this situation, Bray felt an urge to sing a song.

Of course, it's a lament.

If Bray's intuition is correct, something bad is probably going to happen again.

“The ‘Alliance of the Gods’ is gone, what’s left?” he sighed. In a clinic, Bray looked at Levy lying on the bed with some nervousness.

Levy closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully =A=.

He looked like he wouldn't wake up even if the sky fell.

"Doctor, is she alright?" he couldn't help but ask the doctor next to him.

"Um..." The doctor looked troubled after hearing Bray's question, his face covered by a mask.

He's been a doctor for many years and just saw a few patients who were brought in.

But this was the first time he had ever met someone like Levy.

"Um...is she an elf? Or an orc or something?" the doctor tried to ask.

"..." After hearing the doctor's question, Bray pinched his chin and began to ponder.

“A hybrid of an elf and a lion,” he said honestly.