Wrong, my skills refresh every week

The dim space was illuminated only by a few braziers. On the central throne, an old god with silver hair closed his eyes and prayed.

Fels touched his chest and saluted: "Uranus..."

Uranus opened his eyes and cast a stern gaze: "You are back, what is the progress of contacting Jester?"

"Something unexpected happened..." Firth briefly described the situation, emphasizing the problem of memory confusion. She only referred to Ciel's identity as jester, and described other things as briefly as possible.

Then, the eye crystal released the picture, and the giant beast and the fairy roared again...

After Uranus watched the video provided by Charles, he clenched his palms and sighed:

"I never thought that the reinforcements we sent to save humanity would become a bomb that threatens the world."

"Uranus, what should we do?" Fels had complicated thoughts, hoping to get guidance from the creator god.

Uranus was helpless. Just as Fels had expected, no one in the city could withstand the ravages of a level 8. If the entire city’s combat power was put together, perhaps they could win, but what about the other level 7?

Firth probed, "Due to Alfia's physical condition, she can only exert the combat power of level 5, not level 4 at most. As long as we make a prop to restrain that abnormal magic..."

Uranus suggested: "That way, no one will be able to stop the Dark Faction."

"What about the possibility that the intelligence was false and they were deliberately misleading me?" Fels tried to find a chance to win.

"There's no need to bet on this possibility. What are their demands?" Uranus asked.

Fels was silent.

"Why, their requests are difficult to meet?" Uranus frowned.

"No..." Fels dug his toes into the ground awkwardly:

"It seems that he wants a uniform that matches the villain's temperament..."

"..."

The flickering fire made a crackling sound, breaking the silence of the hall.

Uranus's calm eyes widened slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised a few times, and he covered his face:

"An enemy of justice..., a nightmare of evil. A neutral character wandering between good and evil, light and darkness... And... cool clothes... haha."

Fels raised his head and looked at Uranus's gently shaking shoulders: "Puff?"

What is that sound? Ouranos...

"Are you... holding back your laughter?"

"Ahem..." Uranus put down his hand, his face cold and solemn: "You heard it wrong. I was just thinking about Jester's intention."

“Oh…” Fels bowed his head apologetically. “That’s right. You are the God of City Creation who has experienced countless hardships. How could you laugh at such a small scene? I am sorry for being so presumptuous.”

Uranus couldn't help but raise the corners of his drooping mouth again.

It's not that he's not calm enough, it's just...

I really couldn't hold it back.

The new black curtain was powerful and oppressive. I was already on high alert when suddenly I heard a sentence: "It's not me who is wrong! It's this world!"

The kids in the underground may not understand it, or even think it’s cool.

But the gods on earth have already promoted this culture and skillfully turned it into black history.

Uranus had mixed feelings as he looked at a thick stack of uniform design plans.

If I had to describe my mood at this moment, it would be:

Rikka waved her hand to open the train door, and then entered the train in a showy manner. Yuta, who witnessed everything, probably felt the same way.

Recalling the past in the God Realm, Astraea had also dressed up in fancy clothes and proclaimed, "I will punish you on behalf of the stars!"

He once dressed in black, looked ghostly, and laughed wildly while punishing the evil gods who made trouble.

In Astraea's words now, it was too boring at that time, and it was to practice different justice. But that period of history was an unforgettable fun in the boring life of the gods.

It's hard to imagine that Astraea, who is now known as "the number one person who wants to be patted on the head on her lap," would have such a period.

"Uranus?" Fels' voice interrupted the old god's memories.

"Ah... Well, then just follow his lead."

"But……"

"We can achieve our long-cherished wish before the promised day. We should seize any opportunity we have."

"Yes."

Chapter 164 Finn's Conspiracy

In the next few days, without the frontal containment of Jester, the dark faction gradually gathered its forces and launched a counterattack.

Ciel himself occasionally appears in the city on Pochi, advertising his monster dishes, and occasionally transforms into a jester to save residents in distress.

But most of his time was spent on the great cause of reorganizing the "Fairy Soldiers".

What gave Charles the most headache was Vina, the dark-skinned sister of the Dis sisters. Her current state was equivalent to half-monsterization, and Charles happened to have a colored magic stone in his hand.

He was considering whether to bury the magic stone into Vina's body, turning her into a monster and making her a cannon fodder in the great struggle.

But this method would most likely be caught by the Fallen Fairy and turned into tentacles, so Charles finally gave up.

As the saying goes, all lights are on the other side. After Rimuru devoured the magic stone of the Cannon Dragon and completed his level evolution, he unexpectedly gave Ciel a special surprise.

She has a certain degree of mimicry ability, just like a chameleon, she can blend into the surrounding environment by changing the pigment of her skin. In addition, the size of her life essence has also increased.

Although it looks like a small pillow, when it opens, it is big enough to swallow a person whole.

Ciel tried to let Rimuru become the core, drill into the body, and manipulate Vina's body by simulating muscle fibers on the surface of the body.

Finally, with the help of a small fairy with water attribute, it was successfully completed.

"You're finally useful, Rimuru. We've finally achieved a world where everyone is happy." Ciel rubbed the two lumps of Rimuru hanging on Vina's chest and nodded with satisfaction.

"Finally I don't have to be eaten anymore. OTZ"

However, when Tina saw Vina standing up again, her face instantly puffed up. She stared at Rimuru on Vina's chest and snorted coldly: "Bad woman."

Alpha pinched Tina's face and acted like a big sister: "No quarreling allowed."

……

Time passed day by day, and the atmosphere in the city became more and more serious.

In order to prevent Finn from having time to continue attacking Knossos, the dark faction has been maintaining a small force. Meanwhile, the city has been constantly investigating and attacking "illegal transactions" and "warehouses", and has seized many "tree trunks of the Great Saint".

Slightly different from the original trajectory, the attack on the magic stone factory was completely stopped, and was replaced by the attack on Chanis's workshop.

Valetta didn't know what Chanis was producing, so she thought, "Since the defense is so tight, it must be Finn's trump card!", so she tried to test it, but it was like stirring up a hornet's nest, and the accomplices organized attacks again and again.

Of course, it didn't work once.

Ciel also took the opportunity to have a chat with his 'big brother'.

But Chanis had been immersed in the sea of ​​Fali and could not extricate himself. After not seeing him for more than ten days, his dark circles under his eyes became heavier and his cheeks shrank. When he knocked on the door, he saw more women through the crack of the door.

"Brother looks like he's living a comfortable life."

"What? Brother Ciel, are you envious? I can share some with you. Hahaha!" After Chanis finished laughing, he looked at Ciel with regret: "What a pity, we received a notice from the heroes that we need to go to the guild building. Since you are back, come with me."

"doing what?"

"A war meeting."

……

The main street in the northwest of the city, the headquarters of the Adventurer's Guild.

"The representatives of each clan are here, right? Next, let's start the routine meeting to deal with the dark factions."

Deep inside the guild headquarters, in a large conference room that could accommodate hundreds of people, many adventurers were sitting around a round table.

They are all the leaders, deputy leaders, or cadres of each clan.

In front of these battle-hardened adventurers, a fat, bald elf, Guild Master Royman Maldir, roared with his eyes wide open:

"What are you doing? Look at this miserable state, being attacked one after another!"

Allen, the murderous cat-man youth, said angrily, "If you want to quickly expel the pests, don't make us advance into the dungeon and hunt down the dark faction, you stupid fat pig."

Royman's momentum stagnated, and he sighed, "It can't be helped! After losing Zeus and the Hera clan, it is imperative to spread the power of Orario outside the city. Otherwise... new dark factions will appear one after another."

Allen retorted: "Why not just say you're reluctant to leave your current position?"

Finn interrupted, "That's enough, Alan. The meeting can't go on like this."

Alan couldn't stop his venomous tongue: "Don't use that mouth of yours to yell my name, Palum. It's disgusting."

"Your attitude of being unable to communicate will only make people doubt the character of the goddess Freya." Livilia closed her eyes and revealed the hostility between the clans.

"Do you want to die, bug?"

The air is filled with danger, but only a few people are used to this atmosphere and remain calm.

Yasifei, who was sent to attend such an important meeting for the first time, held her head and said, "Ah... I want to go back now. Why did I come to attend this meeting with the newly appointed deputy leader? I really want to beat up that leader and the Lord God."

"Yes, yes. It seems that the two families have been at odds for a long time. Well, it has nothing to do with Karami, a small family like us, so just watch the show." Charles elegantly took a sip of the black tea, took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket, and sprinkled them on Yasfei's table:

"Do you want it? The sunflower seeds taste surprisingly good after being fried."

"You're really carefree. Is this really your first time attending a meeting like this?" Yasfei imitated Ciel and cracked melon seeds. Her eyes lit up: "Hmm, it's surprisingly good."

A woman in a red kimono on the opposite side pretended to be well-behaved and squinted her eyes and complained: "I didn't expect that Brother Charles would be here too?"

It was Kaguya who spoke.

Ciel shrugged: "If you can come, why can't I? After all, our clan is the number one target of attack by the Orario clan."

"This is what's giving me a bigger headache. I always feel uneasy... I heard that you are solely responsible for an important part of the plan. Brother Ciel, you won't suddenly point your so-called trump card at us, right?" Kaguya covered her chin with her long sleeves.

"How could that be? If that were the case, Mr. Finn, we wouldn't have been invited to the meeting."

……

While the two were talking, a quarrel broke out in the other main venue.

"Explosives? So, the previous attack was also predicted?" The adventurer showed a surprised expression.

"So, we are the ones being sacrificed again?"

In the previous raid on the artificial maze, in order to lure the dark faction to launch an attack, Finn relaxed his guard on some areas, borrowed the mobility of the jester, and took the opportunity to achieve considerable results.

On the surface, Finn fell into the empty city plan, but it was actually a feint.

If there are a large number of troops in the maze, then we will break through the front in one go. If the enemy changes their target and attacks the ground, then the jester will attack the headquarters directly.

Among them, the "suicide believers" that Finn expected did not appear.

Therefore, it probably won't be long before they are used as the secret factions' trump cards, and strategies to deal with them have also been developed.

of course……

These cannot be said here. Finn also knows from the information revealed by Belle that there are enemy undercover agents among the guild staff!

"Sacrifice is inevitable. I am often forced to make choices, and I hate myself more and more." Finn looked around and observed everyone's expressions. He sighed:

"But... the intelligence in front of me forces me to further weaken the enemy's combat power. Because... their camp may have opponents above level 6..."

After the words fell, all the adventurers fell silent...

Arguing, blame-shifting, and accusations all turned into duds in the face of this information. Everyone opened their mouths wide and stared at Finn in disbelief.

"You mean... level 7? Stronger than the strongest Ota?"

"Level 7..."

This news caught most of the adventurers present off guard.

"Ah...and it's not just an ordinary level 7. He can destroy half of the workshop area by himself. This level of power is no exaggeration to say that it's close to level 8." Finn poured a basin of cold water on him.

"So, in order to free up enough combat power to join forces to deal with him, we must first defeat the other miscellaneous soldiers of the Dark Faction before the decisive battle."