Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

However, in the face of the saint's solemn declaration, the Son of Man revealed a radiant smile that was hard to describe, put one hand on Joan of Arc's shoulder, and whispered in her ear.

"You should go to work..."

hum!

Instantly, a loud roar came from the sky. Joan of Arc, who was holding her breath and solemnly listening to the voice of the heavens, felt an irresistible pulling sensation all over her body. Her whole body uncontrollably turned into a stream of blazing white light and rose towards the open gate of heaven and the temple of the gods.

Chapter 86: Tiao Jiao's Great Success (4.2k)

"Snapped!"

As the last ray of light sank into the sky and returned to the dark, dilapidated sanctuary, a crisp snap of fingers echoed.

perfect!

The ancient serpent, lounging lazily on its throne, couldn't help but admire its own brilliant and powerful decision.

I'm touched, but you want me to work? Are you kidding me!

Do you know why I ran away? Even gods need their own private lives, okay?

Samael glanced at the sky where the light was gradually fading and muttered to himself with a mocking tone.

Since the start of the season, my attitude towards work has been quite clear:

I reflect on myself three times a day: Can I skip it? Can I do it tomorrow? Can I have someone else do it?

Since we can't stop it now, let's leave the work to those who want to do it. What an enlightened decision!

My dear disciple, since you wish to clear your Lord's name, then go and do it yourself.

Believe it or not, love it or not, I will always be there.

See, the problem is perfectly solved!

Samael looked up at the sky where the last rays of light disappeared into the clouds, stretched his limbs with a sense of relief, stood up and looked at the dilapidated sanctuary, a hint of regret in his eyes.

With such a commotion, it seems like this place is no longer safe to stay.

Tsk, another escape...

The ancient snake rose from its seat, its eyes narrowing slightly as it looked ahead, revealing a chilling sneer.

However, before leaving the crime scene, it seems there's still one thing to settle!

Meanwhile, in the center of the town, inside a partially collapsed illegal building.

"Who? Who's calling me?!"

A dragonborn, whose body was mostly buried in the pile of rubble, suddenly bristled with dread, pulled its head out of the rocks, and looked around blankly.

"Yo, are you awake?"

A dark figure appeared in the corner of the basement at some point, smiling as it looked at the monster girl in front of it.

Their eyes met, their serpentine vertical pupils opening and closing, deep and unfathomable, like bottomless darkness.

The dragon girl's pink tail stood straight up as if it had received a strange signal. An indescribable chill ran from her tailbone straight to the top of her head. Driven by biological instinct, she subconsciously pulled her limbs out of the pile of rubble and rushed towards the basement steps like a large lizard.

That's terrifying! That's terrifying!

The locals are so unfriendly! A concert wouldn't want audiences like that!

The idol girl tearfully bid farewell to her beloved stage and theater, clutching her head as she rushed upstairs.

However, the moment Long Niang stepped halfway out of the basement, the hand that gripped her shoulder like an iron clamp chilled her heart to the bone, and she stiffly turned to look at the unusually bright smiling face.

"Why did you run away...?"

Accompanied by a demonic whisper in her ear, an aura of catastrophic collapse and tsunami forcefully rushed into her body. The dragon girl, who had been lively just moments before, suddenly went black and let out a mournful cry.

Oh dear, this is going to turn into dragon meat steak!

Several days later, at the World Tree Castle.

Fiore, holding onto the railing, shakily stood up from her wheelchair and slowly walked back and forth, gradually getting used to her legs that had regained sensation.

After several rounds of daily rehabilitation training, the girl wiped the fine beads of sweat from her forehead, turned around to look at the figure standing at the end of the corridor, and revealed a genuine smile.

Thank you, Professor Chiron.

"Hmm, it seems you're recovering well. You should be able to walk freely in about a week."

Chiron crouched down, performed a brief examination, smiled with satisfaction, but then moved his lips as if to say something but stopped himself.

The perceptive Fiore immediately realized what her teacher was thinking, and her eyes showed reluctance.

"You want to leave?"

"Yes, I've been stuck here long enough. Now that you're alright, it's time for me to go back to Mount Ares."

Chiron nodded slightly and solemnly bid farewell to his Master and half of his students.

However, as Teacher Ma noticed the little girl's disappointment, he smiled and made a suggestion.

"Don't worry, it's not like we're going to die. I'll come back to visit if I need to. Or, you can come with me for a trip, like a vacation in Greece."

"really?"

Upon hearing this, Fiore was somewhat tempted, her eyes sparkling.

Because she has been confined to a wheelchair for a long time, she rarely goes out, let alone travels abroad. The outside world still holds great appeal for her.

But then, Fiore again

He seemed to have thought of something, his expression hesitant, and a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes.

"Never mind, I'll visit you in your hometown when I have time."

"If you are worried about your family, there is no need to worry. If this tradition can only grow in a greenhouse, it is destined not to go far."

Just as the girl was declining, a deep and somewhat hoarse voice came from the other side of the corridor.

An elderly man with a full head of silver hair, wearing a black turtleneck coat and with blue highlights at the ends, emerged from the dark corner.

"Dracula..."

Fiore looked at the approaching elder, her face flushed with embarrassment.

Saint Vlad III, the King of Romania who rose from the ashes after the light faded.

The overflowing cup of blessings not only bestows blessings upon the living, but also gives the deceased a chance to start anew.

After his revival, Vlad III, seemingly having exhausted his ambition and arrogance, chose to remain in the World Tree Castle and live a semi-secluded life.

Even with the elder's guidance, Fiore remained hesitant.

"Since the Clock Tower and the Yggdrasil have reached an agreement under that person's witness, the Mage's Association will naturally not make things difficult for the Yggdrasilia clan."

Vlad III mentioned a certain being, his eyes flashing with deep emotion. He then added in a deep voice, looking at the hesitant Fiore before him, and offered his unreserved comment.

"As for Koles, you don't need to worry about him at all. That kid is more suited to the world of magicians than you are..."

His expression was as if he were instructing his own nephews or nieces.

After the Battle of Tulipas, the Yggdrasil clan, nominally defeated, still submitted to the Clock Tower, but secretly maintained a high degree of autonomy.

The Clock Tower gained prestige, while the Thousand World Trees gained substance.

In order to solidify their relationship and resolve conflicts, Corles, the younger brother of the family head, voluntarily went to the Clock Tower, ostensibly for further studies, but in reality as a hostage to put both sides at ease.

Of course, the hostage, Koles, was far from being dangerous.

After all, the current Yggdrasil clan has lost its ambitious patriarch, Danic.

However, the legacy of the Holy Grail War gave the Yggdrasil family leverage to negotiate with the Clock Tower.

Keep in mind that at this very moment, inside the castle of the Thousand World Tree are Vlad III, a saint certified by the Holy Church; Finn, the Grand Master of the Knights of Fiona, and Diarmuid, the First Knight; and Avisbro, the founder of Kabbalah...

Although Astolfo, Siegfried, and Chiron, who were about to leave, did not stay at the Yggdrasil Castle, the final battle forged a deep friendship between the Servants and their Masters.

Leaving aside Siegfried, the dragon-slaying hero in the story, Astolfo and Chiron represent more than just one person.

Behind these two is a force not to be underestimated...

The French Order of Charlemagne and Mount Ares in Greece!

Whether Mount Ares will get involved is indeed hard to say.

However, the "Paladins" (knights) in France are currently loyal to the Archangel Michael, who descended to France as the Right Seat of God, and is none other than Joan of Arc.

That is why Astolfo returned to his homeland to follow his old acquaintances.

With this relationship in place, at least for now, France won't stand idly by.

If the Clock Tower insists on breaking ties and settling scores with the Thousand World Tree clan, it will have to carefully consider the consequences, taking into account the combat power of the several heroic spirits and the intricate relationships behind them.

Moreover, with that person and the Demon Lord Zelrich as witnesses, even the Lord of the Clock Tower probably wouldn't dare to challenge their authority.

Therefore, the crisis facing the Yggdrasil race is actually nonexistent.

"Don't let your identity bind you, Fiore."

A deep sigh came, and Avisbro, having removed his mask and robe, walked out from the backyard.

The scholar's initially excessively pale complexion gradually returned to normal after a few days of sunbathing.

At this moment, as both Master and student, Roger followed his teacher closely, like a little shadow, with a heart full of admiration and fervor. His fervor, which spread from academic pursuits, made him record every word and action of his teacher in his notebook and study and imitate it diligently.

“Okay, I understand. I’ll ask Serenekae to help me and Professor Chiron book our tickets to Greece tonight.”

Under the persuasion of the two elders, Fiore dispelled her doubts, revealed a clear smile on her face, and bowed deeply to the heroic spirits.

"However, before I returned, Tulifas asked everyone for help."

Upon hearing that shy yet solemn instruction, both the proud Vlad III and the reclusive Avisbroun nodded in unison.

There is no need for the exchange of benefits, no need for the coercion of command spells, no need for the deception of sophistry; everything flows naturally and casually, just like looking after one's own residence.

Perhaps this is something Danic never understood in his entire life.

What touches people's hearts most is not a clever lie, but genuine emotion.

The homeless, the abandoned by the times, the people far from the hustle and bustle, after being tempered by blood and fire, have long since become one with this land and this castle.

Of course, we should all thank the person who brought everyone together.

The saintess, and...

Fiore looked at her legs, which were standing on the ground, and a mysterious and profound figure appeared before her eyes.

...that person...

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"Ah!"

At the same time, the mirror-like lake surface rippled violently, and a raft cut through the waves like an arrow, bursting out of the thick fog. Samael, standing at the bow and feeling the cold wind, sneezed loudly.

The ancient snake glanced behind it, a sinister glint in its eyes.

"Did you eat too much?"

"No, no!"

Upon hearing this, the Dragon Girl, who was rowing the boat with great effort using a bamboo pole, turned pale and shook her head like a rattle drum. She quickly reduced her speed and improved her stability.

She said "yes" last time, and as a result, she was starved for three days...

As she glanced at Samael and saw the gloom on his face gradually fade, the dragon girl, who had just escaped death, breathed a sigh of relief and cursed the guy in front of her a thousand times over.

Why don't you let the dragon sleep at night? Don't you let the dragon eat its fill? Why do you insist that I cut down trees to make a raft?

You can fly, can't you? You couldn't even walk a few steps to get ashore yourself, and you made me row the boat for ages...

How dare you treat a dragon like this? I think you're the one who's just bored and has nothing better to do!

Just as the Dragon Girl was inwardly complaining, a pair of sinister vertical pupils glanced at her again.

"I think I heard you talking about me behind my back again?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

The dragon maiden turned pale and shook her head repeatedly in denial.

The time before last, she nodded and was hung from a tree for two days and two nights.

"Really?"