Dear Broom Knight

"Did Miklau give you the ability to foresee the future?" Charles was too lazy to think about things that no longer existed. After all, in a world where there was no such thing as underground spirits, death was death. It would be hard to kill them again.

He simply changed the subject.

"No, the banyan tree doesn't have that talent. Although Miklau can control ice and snow because of his mutation, he is, after all, still a pure plant.

Entangling and killing are no problem, but other things..." Valera shook her head and couldn't help but laugh. "Actually, you should have noticed it~ In the place where Miklau is, the people of our territory can quickly recover their strength.

When injured, especially fractures, going to Miklau's true aerial roots can also help.

Forget about the rest. The power of magical plants lies in their auxiliary effects on the territory."

The reason why the Earth Church is respected by everyone, but never feared like the Night Church, stems from this.

Their incredibly powerful plants can only exist in fixed areas, and the bishop's own combat power is not considered strong among his peers.

People respect them because they control most of the recovery potions and want to save their own lives, but when it comes to life and death... No matter how powerful a healer is, without resurrection magic or soul-torturing abilities, they can still die before them.

Charles sighed regretfully: "If Sister Valera becomes a prophetic mage, her future will definitely be even brighter."

Valera looked at her younger brother.

In terms of strength and ability, both she and Ceska didn't think they were weaker than men.

What limited them was talent, not gender.

But after standing on the same starting line, their comparators were only themselves from the previous minute.

Always being stronger than the previous moment was their most sincere pursuit.

But on some entangled pasts, Tyler and Charles were more able to let go than her sisters.

In fact, Valera and Ceska wouldn't have any emotional fluctuations because of those past events, but they just couldn't forget them.

They had to scold a few times when they thought of it... Although this wouldn't make them happy or feel relieved.

Several vines stood stiffly in mid-air... Miklau has always been committed to providing Valera with the best service.

However, even with enough wisdom, Miklau, as the spirit of the tree, still didn't react that quickly.

After being interrupted by Charles, he didn't know what to do.

Valera glanced at it and spoke before those restless vines hit her stupid brother's face: "Miklau, add a little honey to my cup."

The great banyan tree, satisfied with fulfilling her wish, quickly abandoned Charles, the bad egg who couldn't be directly killed, and happily added a large spoonful of honey to Valera.

Looking at the honey block that almost smashed the water out of the cup, Charles couldn't help but laugh.

Valera shook her head helplessly: "Can't you be more mature?"

Although she was the one who ordered Miklau to hang Charles up and beat him back then, Valera didn't think the feud between the two originated from her.

Probably, Miklau was being cheap when he hung Charles.

Although the great banyan tree was older than anyone else, his mind was actually simpler.

Because he didn't know how to express his love for Valera, Miklau directly chose to compete for favor.

And Charles, because he was closest to her, was always the most unlucky one.

However, Miklau still had a sense of propriety and never messed around with Charles on serious matters. As long as Charles ignored his small actions, he would be very happy.

But Charles had to pay attention and tease Miklau from time to time, so their grievances grew like a rolling stone.

Until now, even a small matter could trigger a battle... But their relationship was very good when they were outside. Miklau valued Charles's safety and would never allow anyone to disrespect Charles.

This strange friendship made Valera usually ignore their tit-for-tat.

However, she had just spent a pleasant vacation with the Lord in the territory and really didn't want to come back and see the old cliché... Valera shook the crystal cup in her hand slightly, her face faintly revealing murderous intent, and said, "The New Year has just passed, and the territory is still very festive. Don't make me beat you on such a good day."

Charles and Miklau stopped instantly.

Charles, sitting on the sofa chair, moved uneasily and then suddenly said, "Not a skill, just, a casual glance?"

Valera probably also felt that she had won the lottery, but after tossing around repeatedly, she realized that she was overthinking... His eldest sister could do anything to explore the truth, including torturing herself.

No wonder she couldn't stand the usual little games between him and Miklau.

Who told Charles to be smart enough to think of prophecy, and stupid enough to ask it out?

Charles knew very well how vindictive and brooding his two sisters were.

Valera simply drank the sweet lemonade in one gulp and slammed the cup heavily on the table: "I don't know what the reason is, but fate glanced at me.

I vaguely have a feeling that because my fate, ninety-nine percent of the time, would lead to a path of no return, I took that one percent.

It let me see, not because it favored me, but because it wanted to know what kind of decision I would make."

"What do you mean?" Charles asked疑惑.

"Although that kind of fate is very tragic and sad, the me in that fate is obviously, very powerful.

On the earth, I reached the highest point and successfully entered the hall of the Lord of the Earth."

Charles suddenly raised his head: "Servant of God, subordinate god?"

The Lord of Storms and the Goddess of the Night are basically powerful gods who solely control divine power. They only have pure followers under them. Even if those existences are stronger than some weak gods, they can only call themselves Servants of God.

And the Ice Dog King is a subordinate god.

Even if he is so weak that human powerhouses look down on him, he still has divinity and divine duty.

Although at first no one understood why the Lord of Frost had to separate his own power, after that incident ten years ago, there was no need to ask for a reason.

That one finally chose pure frost, definitely because only this divine duty completely belonged to his own soul.

Although the Ice Dog King is a bit silly and useless, being able to become a barrier between Frost and a certain goddess means that his existence is meaningful.

Many people even think that the Ice Dog King's IQ is so low entirely because of the influence of the Rain Goddess.

However, Charles and the others could hear some unpleasant adjectives from their own lord... That Lord of Frost's IQ may not be very low, but his personality is definitely very bad, and his style of doing things is very unconventional.

He knew, and Valera naturally knew, so Charles understood why Valera was anxious because she hadn't obtained certain abilities.

The existence of the Lord of Frost's personality should have been the type their lord disliked dealing with the most.

Although Lowry didn't like to express his emotions very much, everyone knew that he hated idiots who couldn't understand human language the most.

Valera smiled: "I couldn't see that much."

Charles asked calmly: "Do you think it's a pity? Sister Valera."

"Absolutely not." Valera replied firmly, "The me now is the best."

"Then what's there to hesitate about." Charles gently held his sister's hand, "Since Sister Valera can reach such a high place in another fate, then, here, naturally there is no problem.

At most, a little slower, a little later.

But what can that do?

Sister, with the Baron here, you just need to work hard to keep up with his pace."

"That's, a bit difficult!" Valera smiled relievedly, "The Baron is in the seventh circle."

Charles closed his eyes slightly.

No wonder Valera has been enduring the needle-like pain during this period, and asked Miklau to fully absorb energy.

Sister Valera always felt that she should be the one standing in front of the Baron.

Instead of having the Baron pay the price to protect them every time something happened.

Charles, sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he also has this regret.

But unlike his sister, he is too far behind.

No matter how unwilling he is, he can only accept his fate and try to share some of Lowry's responsibilities in the territory's affairs.

If he could make Lowry feel a little easier because of his work, that would be his best result.

But Valera is different. If she used to think the same as Charles, but after suddenly becoming the person closest to the Baron among the siblings, she cheered up again.

Compared to Ceska and Tyler, who are still working hard, Valera is indeed more qualified to stand in front of Lowry and charge for him.

Charles turned his head to look in the direction of the castle, and suddenly said thoughtfully: "Sister Valera, the Baron seems to suddenly start tossing about those ordinary little things every time it's because his strength has reached a stage where no matter how hard he tries, he can't make much progress, right?"

Valera nodded, and said with a serious face: "So, we should take advantage of this time to work hard!"

Charles couldn't help but look at his sister's hand on the table.

The muscles were trembling imperceptibly.