A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

Few people dared to discuss the "fishermen" in the towns of Elataba.

Blay placed his sword on his shoulder and scanned his surroundings.

This kind of development gave Bray a sense of déjà vu; it was always this feeling whenever Jonathan caused trouble.

Bray couldn't quite describe the feeling.

However, before the chaos spread, these were all seemingly minor conflicts.

Finally, if Jonathan really is behind it all, the flames will quickly spread throughout Eratabah.

Jonathan's approach wasn't about forcing this fight to happen, but rather about inducing it.

Under the guidance of "correct" principles, such struggles will naturally occur.

Such struggles naturally arise in history, and they are extremely fierce; almost every instance is recorded in historical books.

Even if the struggles in history took place in just one city, they will still be recorded.

Because such struggles involve far too many things, their significance is far greater than their size.

However, in this era, or rather in recent years, these events have occurred far too frequently.

Not just on a single continent, but the entire Kapras is now in a state of panic.

"Doesn't it seem strange?" Just as Bray was deep in thought, Betley's voice rang out beside him.

"Uh..." Bray didn't even need to turn his head to know who was speaking.

"Aren't you wanted by Elatabah? Why are you walking around like that on the street?" Bray looked at Betley strangely.

Not only Betley, but Avrena also followed behind Betley as if nothing had happened.

However, the distance is a bit far, as if there is some kind of infectious disease in Bray.

Avrena did this entirely because being near Bray would definitely get her into some terrible trouble.

For example, those related to silver.

Avrena must absolutely not get involved in that kind of thing.

Against silver-level enemies, even angels wouldn't have enough lives; stay away if you can.

Leaving aside troublemakers like Beattie, it's even more important to stay away from magnets like Bray.

"Watch out or I'll catch you." Bray, unaware of Afrena's intense inner turmoil, simply looked at Betley and said this.

Of course, if Bray knew what Afrena was thinking, he would definitely jump up and clarify.

He was just hired to find those guys, not a disaster magnet, okay?

It was because something bad was about to happen that I came, not because I came that something bad happened.

"You didn't know that Elataba had dropped the warrant for my arrest?" Betley chuckled, surprised that Bray was completely unaware that the warrant had been lifted.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have said that to myself.

"Huh?" Bray was shocked. It was canceled?

It's normal that he didn't know; he had already given up on that commission, so of course he wouldn't continue to pay attention to it.

“After all, the lord has been doing the same thing as me lately, so it’s normal for him to cancel, isn’t it?” Beatriz spread his hands.

The lords of Elataba's recent massacre of the "Shepherd Fishermen" followers didn't need to be gentle anywhere themselves.

The scene at Betley was a bit too bloody, which made it easier for people to feel disgusted.

But heaven knows how those "Shepherd Fishermen" believers who were arrested will be treated.

Don't be stingy with your imagination, because things can happen in places you can't see that are more outrageous and absurd than you can imagine.

Even so, you still attract attention on the street, after all, you're that...

After all, he was a murderer.

But the people around him were walking normally, and even when they saw Betley, they didn't show any particular expression.

Hey, hey, hey, can you give me some special expression? The person next to me is a murderer who was recently wanted by all of Eratabah.

“It doesn’t matter. To other people, I look different.” Betley pointed to his face.

"Huh?" Bray looked completely bewildered.

“Divine magic,” Beatrix reminded Bray.

“…” Bray understood instantly.

"Divine magic is so convenient," Bray exclaimed with deep emotion.

“It’s really convenient, do you want to learn it too?” Betley suddenly got excited.

"When I first learned these random magical arts, it took a lot of effort, but the results were pretty good."

"It can be used in all sorts of situations."

Beatrix sighed as he recalled how he had studied "how to use divine magic without believing in gods."

Those were very fulfilling days.

"But now that I think about it, once you understand the principle, everything is actually very simple. I was just hitting a wall because I didn't have any direction."

“Simple…?” Bray replied with utter disbelief.

Even if you say it's simple, someone who only knows swords won't understand it.

Ah, I suddenly thought of that wandering swordsman who taught me archery. I really feel sorry for him.

"By the way, where are those two little girls with you?" Betty noticed that Bray was alone.

"A big girl..." How should I put it? It's such a wonderful description. Naruko really is a big girl.

“The older girl is teaching the younger girl something, you can think of it as early childhood education.” Bray realized he was pretty awesome, actually having such a long chat with a murderer.

"Early childhood educator? You're married and have children?" This time it was Betty's turn to be stunned.

"..." Bray fell into a brief silence.

“I’m not married, and I don’t have any children,” Bray said with difficulty.

“Haha, that’s true, I can’t imagine what you’d be like as a father.” Betley chuckled.

A doting father with dead fish eyes? No, no, no, that would be a nightmare for any child.

“Compared to me, you and that angel are truly inseparable.” Bray glanced at Aphrodite.

"Sometimes I feel that the combination of humans and angels is really cool."

“!!!!” Both Betley and Afrena were startled.

“I’m 30,” Betley said abruptly.

“I’m almost at 400,” Afrena said casually.

"Inappropriate."

Actually, what Bray just said didn't mean anything else.

I just thought the combination of Beatrix and Aphrodite, each an angel, was harmonious.

However, Betley and Afrena's answers gave Bray a meaningful look in his right eye.

“Really? That’s not appropriate.” Bray nodded to himself.

“It seems you two need a little more time to get to know each other, but age isn’t a problem, don’t worry,” Bray said earnestly.

Dead Fish Eyes thinks he's quite considerate.

"..." Afrena's lips twitched, and a sword radiating a holy light appeared in her hand without her noticing.

Although Avrena knew perfectly well that she couldn't beat Bray, she just couldn't swallow this anger.

"Calm down." Beatrix smiled wryly, signaling Afrena to stay calm and not to pull out her weapon so easily.

If this sword were to sweep across the area, the entire street would be in serious trouble.

"Speaking of which, you're not leaving here yet, which means you plan to continue?" Bray raised an eyebrow.

“Of course we’ll continue, why not?” Betley chuckled involuntarily.

He was determined to exterminate them all; he would continue until the last cultist's blood had been shed.

“Besides, it seems the lord of Elataba will be pleased with what I’m doing now.” Betley narrowed his eyes and glanced at the luxurious house in the center of town.

That was where the lord lived; it could also be called the lord's mansion.

“One thing to note, the situation in Elataba is under control.” Betley patted Bray on the shoulder and walked past him.

Avrena suppressed the urge to attack, letting the sword in her hand dissipate into particles in the air, brushing past Bray.

“However, I think we’ll see each other again soon.” Betley’s voice trailed off, and his figure finally disappeared from Bray’s sight.

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At night, Bray pulled Levy off his body and gently placed her on Naruko.

He stretched his muscles and bones.

In the morning, Bray had assumed that the strange behavior of the people of Eratababa was due to the abilities of the Silver Seers, so he took his longsword and swept through half of the town of Eratababa.

Unfortunately, the ominous atmosphere in Eratabah was not directly caused by the concept.

Everyone is normal, and there's nothing wrong with their brains.

The conflict between the people of Elataba and the followers of the "Shepherds and Fishermen" was not directly caused by the silver seed.

The people of Elataba are genuinely resisting the followers of the "Shepherds and Fishermen".

The followers of "Shepherds and Fishermen" truly hated the people of Elataba.

A chain of hatred woven from mutual loathing will likely be very difficult to untangle.

Bray exhaled a breath of stale air.

He couldn't go looking for the silver seed too conspicuously in broad daylight.

Although the existence of higher species has gradually become more widespread among people, it does not mean that people are no longer afraid of higher species.

If a Silver Saint suddenly appeared on the streets of Eratab, how much chaos would that cause?

Bray's limited imagination simply couldn't have come up with this.

In any case, I don't want to make too much of a fuss.

If a part of a town is destroyed, it's not just a matter of buildings being damaged; people will die.

Unnecessary casualties were indeed avoided.

Bray slowly closed his right eye, plunging himself into complete darkness.

The darkness lasted only a moment; the next instant, Bray's perceived world underwent a complete transformation.

The details of Eratabah were crystal clear in his "mind's eye," giving Bray the illusion that he was looking down on the town from high above.

No, it's not just a simple bird's-eye view anymore. If Bray wants it, the perception accuracy for a particular place can be continuously increased.

You can sense even distant breathing sounds and dust in the corners.

Bray wiped the sweat from his forehead and reopened his right eye.

"Mind's Eye" is quite mentally taxing. It's fine to use it this way, but if you use "Mind's Eye" in battle, it will be even more troublesome.

Bray pushed open the door and left the hotel, heading straight for the place where he sensed the silver species.

The night was deserted, with only Bray walking around, except for the occasional drunkard.

The vibrant colors of the daytime become so monotonous under the night.

He placed his hand on the scabbard at his waist, ready to draw his sword at any moment.

Before he knew it, Bray had arrived at a park.

He stepped into the park as if he had been there countless times, skillfully finding the path he needed to take.

Then we arrived at the abandoned house in the park.

There used to be holdouts in this place, and even after they left, the remains of their houses remained.

As for why? Brey isn't from Elataba, so of course he couldn't possibly know.