A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

As expected, Naruko had forgotten the days when she was dominated by the sword sheath. Bray wondered if he should remind her of those days.

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There is a small boat in the sea near Eratabah.

The small boat can only seat one person.

Jonathan sat cross-legged on the small boat.

Jonathan's mask still bore an exaggerated smile, and his hair was blowing in the sea breeze.

The neatly tailored tuxedo was slightly damp with seawater.

The small boat was spinning in circles, and Jonathan on board was also spinning in circles.

Even though it was spinning in circles, the small boat was still moving forward overall.

The small boat continued to move forward until it drifted to the vicinity of a small island.

"Jonathan—" A deafening voice came from the island.

The voice was loud, but the tone sounded calm and steady, not like a roar.

“Your Excellency, Mr. Takaman, the ‘Third Demon King,’ how have you been?” Jonathan said in a light tone.

The tone was as if he were greeting a neighbor warmly.

"You don't need to worry about the health problems of us Silver Clan members."

"Also, don't call me Mr. Takaman anymore. I don't like the title 'Mr.' It's a lowly word, don't use it on me." Takaman's figure appeared on the land in front of Jonathan.

Before they knew it, the small boat had gradually approached the beach of the island.

“Oh, I’m already logged in.” Jonathan seemed to have just realized it.

“Yes, I won’t address you as ‘sir,’ Mr. Takaman.” Jonathan removed his hat and bowed to Takaman.

“Since you’ve come here at this time, it means I can make my move, right?” Flames spewed from Takaman’s mouth.

The air was even hotter because of the flames around Takaman.

“Yes, the foreplay is almost over, it’s time for the climax.” Jonathan easily jumped from the boat onto the beach.

In mid-air, he conjured up his cane out of thin air and spun around a few times.

"Ahhh, this is so captivating! What kind of story will unfold this time!?"

“A story full of surprises would be best.” Jonathan bent back exaggeratedly, his smile stretching to the corners of his eyes.

"story?"

“Sorry, sorry, I’ve been using that word a lot lately.” Jonathan patted his mask.

"But I guess I'll be using that word a lot from now on," he said, swaying his body and grinning.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

“It means the little man is very excited,” Jonathan replied earnestly, holding up his index finger.

“…” Takaman was silent for a moment.

"Why do you want me to stay here? Why don't you just start your so-called plan?"

“Ah, about that, the main thing is that we don’t want Mr. Takaman to be discovered by Mr. Ring-Bearer,” Jonathan explained.

“What do you mean by that—” Takaman felt slighted.

Does He need to fear a lower species?

"Eeya, eeya, it's not a matter of strength or weakness, but rather that Mr. Bijingren only knows how to use a sword to kill people."

"If they knew your location, they would have rushed over and attacked you."

“That would be so boring, since it would end so quickly.” “Achoo—” Bray sneezed loudly, then touched his nose.

"You caught a cold?" Naruko glanced at Bree beside her in confusion.

"No way." Although Bray's physique wasn't superhumanly strong, it wasn't so weak that he would catch a cold so easily.

"Is someone talking badly about me?" Bremore stroked his chin, trying to make an assumption.

"Well, that makes sense. You might offend someone someday." Naruko shrugged, seemingly agreeing with the possibility.

After all, that's Breyer, the one with extremely low emotional intelligence.

Even if someone suddenly slapped him while he was walking on the street, Naruko wouldn't be surprised.

"Ah, I'm so confused." As he walked, Bray rolled his right eye back and fell into a daze.

If you were to describe him from Naruko's perspective, he would be a complete idiot.

“You look like an idiot,” Naruko blurted out.

"Emmmm," Bray ignored Naruko's complaints.

He's currently troubled by the matter that Nick Boras entrusted to him.

There should be two Ara-gods on Era-tab, one of whom is now confirmed to be Redip. So where did the other go?

Knowing that Redip is a "fisherman" is useless; Bray can't go back and kill Redip.

"Where's the other one?" Nick Boras said there were two, and this damn bracelet's detection range isn't even that big of a city, it's completely useless!

If it were detectable, Redip would have been detected in Eratabari long ago.

It wasn't detected only when Beattie and Redip were fighting.

To be honest, Bray even wondered if there was something wrong with his bracelet.

Imagine Nick Boras looking languid, and Bray believes he has every right to have such doubts.

Just as Bray was seriously questioning the bracelet produced by Nick Boras, it lit up.

As if hearing Bray's inner complaints, the bracelet started working diligently, flashing an exceptionally bright blue light.

"Ah...it's lit up." Bray stared at the blue light, momentarily stunned.

The brightness was rather abrupt.

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Bray suspected the bracelet was functioning normally because its detection capabilities were indeed severely impaired.

Jonathan and Marek had a great chat, and they both realized that Bray seemed to have mastered the means of detecting Silvers.

So this time, they simply conducted a counter-surveillance operation.

Jonathan had tampered with Redip's body, and as long as he didn't use his abilities excessively, it would be difficult to detect.

Takaman, on the other hand, was more straightforward and simply threw Him onto a small island far from Eratabah.

Takaman never knew what it meant to restrain himself, nor would he ever try to restrain his aura.

Therefore, Jonathan did not choose to create a set of concealment techniques on Him, but instead temporarily placed Him on an island far away from Erataba.

Rather than concealing his presence, Takaman clearly prefers to stay in one place.

For Takaman, this aura belonged to Him; it was proof of His power, and there was no need to hide it.

If we don't do that, Bray will find Takaman and then have a big fight.

Well, that would be fine for Jonathan, but a little foreplay is still needed.

Therefore, Jonathan waited until the time was right before letting Him come over on His own.

So, what exactly constitutes the right time?

Takaman himself wasn't entirely clear that he was just a battle maniac, not a schemer.

Of course, he's not a complete muscle idiot; he can still coordinate Jonathan's work quite well, like this.

In the lord's house in Elataba, Takaman's strong body walked straight ahead.

The flames surrounding Takaman burned everything in the lord's house corridor.

Along the way, no one expressed any anger about it.

They simply watched respectfully as Takaman walked by.

Even when burned alive for getting too close to Takaman, he maintained this heartfelt respect.

“I am the Third Demon King, Takaman, kneel before me.” Takaman stood before the lord of Erataba.

Before the lord even heard Takaman's words, he knelt on the ground, humble as a servant.

If Bray had heard what Takaman just said, he would definitely have thought it was too pretentious.

A slightly childish statement always makes people think it's particularly silly.

But when Takaman said it, it didn't feel like that at all.

These words, coming from Takaman, sounded perfectly reasonable.

“Go hunt down those mortals who worship Redip,” Takaman said.

“Redip?” The lord’s head was still lowered, but he couldn’t help but ask this question.

Who is Redip...?

"You don't know his real name? Fine." For a moment, Takaman forgot that Redip's real name was completely unknown.

“Hunting the followers of the ‘Fishermen’,” Takaman rephrased.

"As you wish," the lord said respectfully.

"Don't kill them all," Takaman added quietly, remembering Jonathan's advice.

“Yes, Master,” the lord replied once again, uttering the word “Master” in a very ordinary manner.

That's true. Let alone a lord, even an emperor of a country would probably address Takaman with the word "master" with utmost respect.

No matter their status, all mortals are equal before higher beings.

For the Takaman, the conqueror, the only fate of inferior species is to be conquered.

Takaman said nothing more and turned back the way he came.

But did He actually never consider whether He would be seen?

Fortunately, Jonathan had anticipated that Takaman had this kind of personality and had taken care of everything for him along the way.

After Takaman walked out of the lord's house, half of the house behind him had already been burned down by His flames, and he didn't know if the lord inside was still safe and sound.

If the lord dies, it will be difficult for Jonathan to get things moving.

"What a hassle," Takaman muttered, clearly annoyed that Jonathan had made things so complicated.

He will go to another place later to do essentially the same thing.

Why go through all the trouble of getting the leaders on one side to declare war, and then also getting the leaders on the other side to declare war as well?

Why go through all that trouble? Why not just let everyone in Elataba fight each other under His control?

Indeed, Takaman will continue to brazenly seek out the leaders of the "Shepherds" followers and repeat similar actions.

Just finding people would probably take Fetacaman a lot of time, which is why He found it annoying.

Finding people is more troublesome than causing destruction. On the first day after the new Silver Seed appeared in Erataba, nothing particularly noteworthy happened.

Bray couldn't help but wonder why the silver species had appeared but hadn't done anything.

Did the internal orders of the "Alliance of the Gods" put Him on standby? Or did Jonathan make that Silver Being AFK?

Well, actually, both should be the same for Bray. Bray has always felt that Jonathan has a stronger presence in "All Gods".

In the end, the other silver species are more like pawns, and they themselves are unaware of it.

But the next day, strange things started happening in Elataba again.

Those who believed in the "Shepherds and Fishermen" clashed with the others in Elatabah.

The lord of Elataba then began sending men to arrest and execute those who believed in the "Shepherds and Fishermen".

Arrest one, kill one.

The lord's orders have no choice but to obey and carry them out.

A chill permeated the entire Eratabah, a chill that froze the soul.