Dear Broom Knight

Seris Tia's parents weren't uncaring either.

However, her mother's marriage wasn't based on love, but on better genes.

So, she chose a Storm Knight from a small family... They just found each other relatively pleasing to the eye, but their preferred types were not each other.

Plus, they were both extremely devout believers, even imbuing procreation with a spirit of dedication to their god... So, except when they wanted to have children, they wouldn't even get close to each other.

The reason Seris Tia felt she'd rather find a capable strongman to have a child that belonged only to her was because of this... Although her father also focused his mind on cultivation and didn't have other loves, he really didn't love his children that much.

A man's attitude towards children born out of responsibility versus those born out of love is completely different.

Even if he provides his children with everything he can and sees them as a continuation of his life, his attitude remains calm.

This isn't really a mistake. In this world, especially within the aristocratic system, marriages are basically compromises.

After all, everyone hopes to find the best, and naturally, the 'best' in their hearts would think the same.

Only families like Earl Hamilton's, who know how to appreciate their companions, can have the sweetness of so-called 'love' and find their children adorable... Even comforting herself like this, Seris Tia still felt a tightness in her chest.

Seris Tia was naturally sensitive... The fact that her father's gaze was so calm that it lacked any emotion made her feel from a young age that binding a man who doesn't love you with marriage is really boring.

She couldn't help but glance at Almes again, earning a wary look from him.

Revealing a slightly innocent smile, Seris Tia tried hard to suppress her irritable heart... She actually felt that the environment here might be affecting human emotions.

Although Almes's plant partner seemed to have absorbed most of the harm, she was still slightly affected.

Therefore, Seris Tia immediately looked towards Qingfeng Territory in the south.

After all, for children from aristocratic families, her kind of family isn't a problem at all... Just like the baron of Qingfeng Territory next door, he probably would rather have a father like hers.

If Earl Montes had been able to clearly separate himself from Countess Yagris from the beginning, many things wouldn't have happened.

But he was too greedy.

Just find someone stronger than her and even more unlucky than her!

Look at Lorre Montes.

There's no need to mention the paternal side. Countess Yagris, as a mother, isn't a problem, but as a leader, she's too willful and casual, with no overall perspective... Perhaps, this is why she had to retire from the Royal Army.

Seris Tia suddenly smiled.

When she used to comfort herself, she wouldn't have spoken so bluntly, so transparently, so shamelessly... The facts are enough; there's no need to belittle others.

But she still did it.

But she didn't overthink it, indicating that the influence of this emotional power has a limit.

Seris Tia couldn't help but glance at the few people around her, wondering if they, who seemed oblivious, had also just completed a psychological struggle.

Then her gaze settled on Evelyn Costa... This one probably doesn't feel anything.

A devotee of the Lord of Valor can never feel sorrow or hesitation in their life.

No amount of emotional inducement will make her doubt her choices... Evelyn Costa probably just feels that she's not passionate enough, so she needs to be more enthusiastic.

Then her intense reaction just now can be understood.

As for that Toronto mage... A person who dares to call a valiant knight a harbinger of doom doesn't need to be suspected of suddenly having a screw loose.

Even if he's a royal secret agent, he's a bit too audacious.

Seris Tia wasn't worried about Blair at all, after all, she, like those outside, suspected that the Holy Fire was being carried by this bishop... Even if he had already transferred it, he must have used it just now.

The duration of the Holy Fire has always been very long. Blair definitely couldn't be subjected to any mental attacks.

She suddenly paused slightly... Why did she blurt out the matter of the Holy Fire to Evelyn Costa just now?

Even if she didn't know that the people outside were after the Holy Fire, she's not such a loose-lipped person!

Seris Tia frowned tightly, unable to find her bearings for a moment.

But she was sure that she had definitely been influenced by someone before.

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The reason why the standing and squatting people were so carefree was naturally because the two outside the cage were both acting, but clearly not putting their hearts into it.

Mocking each other was what they wanted to do more right now.

Especially the woman in colorful clothes, even though she had been stimulated to return to normal, she was still fanatically hoping that she was the one who had the upper hand in the conversation.

It seemed that Glenn Sack had to be mocked by her until he broke down before she could soothe the sorrow in her heart.

"Ah~ It's dawn."

Evelyn Costa put her hand on her forehead and said earnestly, "Almes, isn't Earl Hamilton planning to come over?"

"What difference does it make if he comes or I come?"

Almes laughed, "My father's current task must be to seal off this block so that no one else comes to suffer!"

The moment the sun jumped out of the clouds, a thin mist appeared in the air of their area.

It should have been there a long time ago, but without the sunlight, it couldn't be perceived by the naked eye, no, not even by mental power.

"The Silver Moon is still there."

Bishop Blair said with a groan.

"What you see is just the crystal-like protection on the outside."

The Toronto mage slowly opened his large cloak and also began to look up at the sky, "The Silver Moon has actually returned to its original position."

"What do you mean?"

Evelyn Costa asked in surprise, approaching Toronto, "Isn't the Silver Moon always in that position?"

"You should know that the planet we live on, as well as the moon and the sun, are all rotating, right?"

The Toronto mage asked calmly.

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"Isn't this common sense?"

Bishop Blair answered frankly, "In order to cope with the endless astral storms in the multiverse, all planets will naturally rotate at a certain frequency.

The sun and moon and our planet are always one.

In order to share the planet's burden, they also have to rotate at the same frequency to use the same-frequency fluctuations to resist this storm damage.

Is there something wrong with that?"

Toronto sometimes admired this kind of common sense teaching that contained a bit of pseudoscience.

It's just that proper mages feel a bit nauseous when they hear it.

But it's much better than the nonsense in some worlds where the stars, moon, and sun are all constellations of gods and never change.

"Yes, but three planets rotating simultaneously and relying on each other will occasionally experience frequency mismatches.

In order to keep their frequencies in the same rhythm forever, every year, the Sun God and the Night Goddess will use one night and dawn to align their frequencies."

Although reality is even more absurd, it's okay to use this explanation. After all, the enemy is also taking advantage of this one moment of the year when the sun and moon are connected to each other.

"Dark Sun?"

Evelyn Costa reacted keenly.

"Yes."

Toronto raised his head and looked at the rising sun, "This is, everyone is waiting for that one second!"

The thin ring on Almes's hand suddenly glowed with a rainbow, and streams of smoke rushed out from the small holes in the thousand-silk spider web vines.

As soon as they met the acid everywhere, endless explosions began.

The mist surrounding them was quickly blasted away.

The woman in colorful clothes, who had already noticed their conversation, flew into the sky with a look of shock.

Glenn Sack realized that something was wrong, jumped up directly, and grabbed the woman's foot.

"What are you doing?"

The woman in colorful clothes roared, "Can't you fly too?"

"I don't want to commit suicide, how could I turn into fire at this time?"

Glenn Sack said without raising his head, "More than a dozen of us cooperated with you, but in the end, only I'm left... You don't want no one to be willing to cooperate with you after you go back, right?"

Almes sneered and was about to continue when he heard Evelyn Costa's scream: "Crawlers! Those crawlers don't know what they're following and are heading towards the sun!"

Toronto silently looked at that creepy scene... That beetle-like shape, the interconnected long whiskers, the uncountable number, even people from Guangdong would be terrified.

He swallowed slightly, took out a red crystal block from his storage ring, and quickly cut out a pair of goggles with a cutting knife, hanging them on his nose.

Very good, looking out from the red glasses, he couldn't see any red dots.

Almes hesitated for a moment before approaching him and whispering: "I think the leather cord holding your glasses has no toughness at all, it's all supported by your head and nose... It must be uncomfortable.

How about I exchange a silk string for your lens?

It's guaranteed to be more comfortable than proper glasses."

"Two strings."

Toronto glanced at him and didn't say a word.

He was indeed a little curious... After all, even if this guy is knowledgeable, he probably hasn't been to Guangdong to gather inspiration, and he doesn't know what made Almes so 'awe-struck'.

But he would never do a losing business.