Dear Broom Knight

After giving Ortiz a ‘do not follow’ look, Valeria moved grandly amidst the chanting of the Storm High Priest.

Although there were indeed some people whispering in the square, no one dared to move except for her.

Those whose faith wasn't devout, or those who believed in other gods, might not prostrate themselves in worship, but they would at least show some respect.

Even if they disliked the person presiding over the ceremony, most people would at most ‘unwillingly’ not listen or watch; as long as they didn't publicly disrupt or shout during the ceremony that invoked the name of the Storm Lord, the god wouldn't really care too much.

Especially the Storm Lord, he was quite tolerant of those who didn't believe in him, and basically wouldn't require them to be respectful to him.

It's just that when disaster struck, he would never save the believers of other gods… except for minors.

However, upon discovering that it was Valeria, who came from Qingfeng Territory, the High Priest chose to turn a blind eye.

Valeria mainly wanted to find a place with a better view for herself.

Now that she had guessed who the old guy above was, she had to see him clearly, lest she wouldn't recognize him next time they met.

She wasn't too worried that her behavior would cause dissatisfaction with the Storm Lord.

Valeria had once heard Lowry mutter a few words, saying that the reason the Storm Lord did this was because when there were too many gods in the past, he, who wasn't so strict with his own management, couldn't stand gods complaining to him all day long.

But in the Storm Lord's view, some of his believers' behavior hadn't damaged the bottom line he had set… how could he have so much time to manage the mutual cheapness between mortals!

It all relied on the bottom line he had set.

Those who violated the bottom line, once caught, would naturally be directly struck dead, without any room for bargaining.

Those who hadn't reached that level could naturally be let go.

The Storm Lord had no interest in digging out any secrets himself.

Storm believers who had lived for a relatively long time naturally understood their main god's temperament.

Such as this High Priest Schroeder.

Although the Ghezal family was exterminated because of him, although several major families had completely declined because of his schemes, these were not done by him personally.

The orders were not issued by him, and couldn't even be considered his direct hints.

These dirty things might only stem from a book he read casually, a joke he suddenly thought of while chatting with people, ‘not’ targeting anyone.

There would always be people willing to dirty their hands and blacken their hearts for the power and authority he bestowed, choosing to understand.

Not to mention, he still had the Schroeder family to command, with hundreds or thousands of mouths to help him convey his will.

As long as it was packaged perfectly enough, he would at most be punished for being ‘unqualified.’

But what did this count for a divine believer of the level of a national High Priest?

In twenty years, he came out again, although the divine power on his body was significantly weakened, only equivalent to an archbishop.

After all, he hadn't been expelled from the church, and even the church's priesthood had been reserved for him for so many years.

Retracing the path of a priest was easy for someone like him.

All of this was because the Storm Lord felt something was wrong, so the Schroeder family lost a lot of manpower, and even Duke Schroeder seemed to have been deprived of his divine power.

The Storm Lord would never violate the rules he had set for tens of thousands of years; humans were not that important.

The compassion of the gods was just an occasional glance from their high places, a wave of their hands if they felt something; they could never focus on the mortal world for these good intentions.

However, for mortals who harbored ambition and hoped to dominate their own lives, a god like the Storm Lord was just right.

The gods never hid their personalities and attributes; from the beginning to the present, what they really wanted were believers who pursued the same things as them.

Valeria blinked slightly, recalling the words that Lowry said with a subtle expression: However, if humans are willing to force themselves to choose the path opened by a certain god for some other reason, then the gods will not object.

After all, such people are actually quite useful, and easy to get rid of when the time comes.

Ever since the White Dragon King flashed to Qingfeng Territory that year, Lowry had become more and more unfathomable.

And she and her followers seemed to have gained a different status.

Just like Schroeder, the High Priest on the high platform who turned a blind eye to her behavior.

She felt that Lowry had likely already directly contacted the gods, and more than one.

In this world, people who can communicate with the gods will definitely be revered by the masses.

Even if Lowry was unwilling to accept this ‘reverence,’ the Churches would definitely hold him up.

This could also be considered a conspiracy.

Rather than letting people think that gods are beings that mortals can touch, it is better to turn those who contact the gods into ‘people’ who are not people.

Their Baron definitely didn't like this result, but he had no interest in playing any dialogue games with those churches, so he let them go.

Anyway, in the end, it would still be the same fight.

Valeria jumped lightly and sat on the silver fir tree she had just chosen.

The silver-white cloak embroidered with green banyan leaf patterns suppressed the shimmering light on her body, making her almost one with the silver fir tree.

Although Valeria still trained her swordsmanship every day, she also understood that she was now more inclined towards the profession of a magic user.

Lowry had specially found her some nature magic.

Although Micro learned faster, she had indeed learned a lot along with him.

For example, plant communication, which allows direct communication with flowers, plants, and trees.

Not only can she ask plants about what has happened in the area recently, thereby learning about the creatures that have passed through here, the weather, and other conditions, but she can also ask plants to move their branches and leaves to help block people.

Moreover, she can share the vision with these plants.

For example, at this moment, she can clearly see the faces of the two people on the high platform… Count Esra, who has completed his oath of office and turned to look at the square, doesn't look very friendly!

Valeria couldn't help but laugh.

It seemed that the relationship between the Northern Royal Family and the Storm Nobles had deteriorated to the point where they didn't even need to pretend.

A silver-gray bird, only the size of a little finger, suddenly emerged from the hood on her cloak, chirping crisply a few times.

The silver fir tree beneath Valeria quickly translated for her: Lowry says, don't do anything, just watch.

Then the little bird began to stare at High Priest Schroeder.

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“Uncle Lowry, are you not in a good mood?” Lily, lying next to Lowry, turned her head to look at him sitting on the broom, with a live feather on his shoulder.

“I saw someone I hate,” Lowry closed his eyes for a moment, “but I have to watch.”

“Oh, that's annoying enough,” Lily rolled over, enjoying the rare winter sun.

Although Hamilton County was overcast and snowy today, Qingfeng Territory next door was filled with sunshine in the afternoon.

Lowry and Lily were currently sunbathing by the lakeside covered with blooming ice field lace flowers.

“Eh?” Lily suddenly raised her head, “Why is Grandma Yager coming down?”

Due to the White Dragon, the castle only had warmth arrays set up in the small garden and magical botanical garden, but not in other places.

However, Mrs. Yagris's manor allowed her to see all four seasons in one day.

Even the winter landscape was exceptionally exquisite.

Therefore, Mrs. Yagris basically wouldn't come down the mountain in winter.

“Did Uncle Lowry ask you to come down?” Lily quickly reacted… Mrs. Yagris, who was walking over leisurely, had a huge white bird landing on her.

That was another white feather.

“Lowry, Lily,” Mrs. Yagris greeted gently.

“Mom, you still came!” Lowry, who had already jumped off the broom, couldn't help but sigh.

He actually thought that Mrs. Yagris might come.

But he really hoped that his mother could slowly forget the resentment in her heart.

“I'm not doing it for the Ghezal family,” Mrs. Yagris looked at her son slowly and methodically, “Lowry, those were my childhood playmates.

Anis and Pat are just the survivors who lived.

Those who died didn't even have a chance for revenge.

I know that the people who really manipulated these things, as long as evidence can be found, are already dead.

But who can this deceive?

The one who deserved to die the most, unexpectedly, in just twenty years, can come out again?”

A trace of sadness flashed in Mrs. Yagris's eyes: “Pat and Anis paid everything, their lives and souls were lost, just for, is this the value of twenty years?”

She took a deep breath and looked at Lowry seriously: “Lowry, I won't ask you to give up your position, to abandon the image you've built up over so many years.

But, if I do something to him… you don't…”

She shook her head violently: “No, I will try to act against him when it is convenient, can I?”