The villain queen eavesdropped on my inner thoughts and won't let me lie down?

Tassica increasingly felt that Roger was a miracle that fate had sent in response to her prayers.

She was thrice blessed to have met him, the Orcish tribe was thrice blessed to have met him, his kindness was akin to rebirth…

Roger was merely talking about inventions common in later generations, but in Tassica's eyes, they were a manifestation of his unrestrained creativity.

As long as Lord Charles was willing to speak, she could listen for three days and three nights without getting tired!

But even if he didn't speak, she could gaze at Lord Charles for three days and three nights without getting tired…

By a twist of fate, Roger's most loyal fan, his number one fangirl, was born.

Tassica's gratitude, dependence, admiration, and respect for Roger led her to see him as a saint in her heart, and she would execute every command without hesitation.

As long as Roger gave an order, she was willing to offer everything and believed that he would never harm her.

Unlike Little Joey's obedience to Roger, Tassica's feelings should not be considered love between a man and a woman.

It stemmed from a reliance born out of salvation in a desperate situation, but it was also deeply rooted in Roger's thinking, which was different from this era. Many inspirations came from the perspective of a 'magicless weakling,' so it naturally seemed unique.

It happened to coincide with Tassica's long-cherished wish to make the Orcish tribe strong together, so she became even more determined, regarding Roger as the miracle that heaven had rewarded her with.

Roger was the kind of person who was good at chatting, because not only did he talk himself, but he also gave Tassica opportunities to speak in an enlightening way, allowing her to participate in the process of turning the whimsical ideas of future life into magic.

Some boys like to brag endlessly, and girls just keep saying how great you are, but they may just be agreeing.

Only a conversation in which both parties are inspired with enthusiasm can make each other comfortable.

The progress of civilization will make soul resonance more intoxicating than physical resonance in many cases.

Roger and Tassica found a common topic and talked more and more speculatively.

Tassica gradually became serious and didn't just nod her head. She dared to refute Lord Charles's logical loopholes.

Her gradually showing her intelligence and wisdom, compared to her initial timidity, made Roger appreciate her even more.

In the sea of consciousness, a man and a woman sat on the ground, casually conjuring up delicious food and drinks, without worrying about gaining weight, and the atmosphere of communication was quite good.

Both sides forgot the passage of time until the Eternal Night Empress finally responded, and Roger was already a little reluctant to leave.

"When Your Highness comes to Aodu, let's continue today's topic."

Roger said goodbye and also made an invitation for next time.

"As long as it doesn't delay Lord Charles's arrangements, I'm available," Tassica replied demurely.

She didn't show it on her face, but she was even more saddened by the sudden farewell.

Roger was, after all, a modern person and had chatting tools, making it easy to find like-minded people.

But Tassica was surrounded by nobles who only thought about fighting and looting, or poor people who couldn't even get enough to eat. It was the first time she had talked about such topics with someone…

It was very special, very different, very enjoyable, very happy…

And when Roger left, she would soon be alone again, in the undersea cage.

But the good news was that Charles had promised her that His Majesty would solve the problem of Old Jostar.

And she would also go to the City of Mysteries to study for a period of time before becoming the leader of the Orcish Kingdom.

At that time, she would be able to see Lord Charles again, right?

The former Tassica naturally hated the Azure Vine Empire, which was an insurmountable enemy of the Orcish tribe, occupying the rich land and blocking the Orcs' eastward path, forcing them to scrape for food in the barren sand.

Now, because of Roger, she began to believe that not all Imperials were war criminals and arrogant fools.

Among them, there were also strong individuals like Lord Charles, who were kind-hearted, of noble character, far-sighted, and also good-looking!

Tassica Kachini's favorability towards the Empire +99!

……

……

City of Mysteries, Maple Spirit Moon Shadow Palace.

When Roger woke up from the clean, soft bed, it was already a new day.

Although the Eternal Night Empress had pulled him back, she still had some things to deal with, so she had him wait temporarily in the palace.

Roger was also helpless.

Returning to Aodu and looking at the time, he was a little worried that his little woman wouldn't be foolishly waiting for him to return, would she?

But only the Empress could teleport to her bedroom, so Roger had no chance to launch a surprise attack with his flying shoes.

He could only first check the two system prompts he received after returning to his body:

"Ding, the Lying Flat System detected that the host's mood was stable yesterday, and obtained a random treasure chest, do you want to open it?"

"Ding, the Lying Flat System detected that the host's integration with this world has increased, unlocking the new function 'Guarantee'."

Two prompts in a row were somewhat beyond his expectations, but they also gave rise to anticipation.

This dog system had been useless for so long, sending various cooking skills every day, making him proficient in French cuisine, Japanese cuisine, brewing, Mexican cuisine, and molecular gastronomy.

He suspected that he had traveled through time just to improve the Eternal Night Empress's meals?

This time, the dog system should finally give me some surprises and strengthen me, right?

He was quite looking forward to the guarantee function.

ps. Cough cough, it's finally the system's turn to appear.

Bounty progress (40/51)

Chapter 92 Choosing a Guaranteed Entry

The Multiverse System, a very small demiplane.

This is a magnificent hall with only one room, from the walls to the ceiling, with mirrors playing different dimensions and angles.

The sounds of chaos merge into a stream of annoyance.

This is the mundane world, where the secular leaders who are looking after the flock report on their achievements and challenges, controlled by the God of Knowledge.

The sound is very chaotic; a normal person would only hear a chorus of frog croaks.

The six-winged angel, Nalinair, stood quietly in the center of the hall, already accustomed to all of this.

Some world leaders are more than one, and even hostile to each other. She needs to find the lies from the chatter of these mortals and make the right judgments.

The simultaneous statements of thousands of people do not cause any burden to her, and she remembers the situation of all dimensions, giving the most accurate response quickly.

This is the daily work of the first angel under the God of Knowledge, in charge of the world.

Suddenly, Nalinair's attention turned to Dimension 25.

This is a beautiful and prosperous world, where the seasons are like spring and the land is fertile.

Just sprinkle the seeds, and without much management, there will be enough food for everyone to eat in a few months.

There are tall trees with very long fibers that are especially suitable for weaving, docile livestock with bright fur, and a church that controls wind, rain, thunder, and lightning…

There are no disasters here, and mortals can live and work in peace as long as they work in moderation.

The only political force, the "Church of Wisdom," regulates the conflicts between them and avoids disputes.

Today, there are three billion mortals living here.

Compared to most worlds, this one easily meets the needs of food, clothing, housing, and transportation. Everyone has a beautiful house, no hatred, no war, no dangerous monsters. It is like a utopia for mortals.

However, the power of faith given by the female pope in charge of Dimension 25, wearing a white sacrificial garment, is even lower than that of ordinary dimensions.

Nalinair's emotionless voice came: "Are there more and more fallen ones?"

The female pope lowered her head in shame: "The birth rate is constantly declining, and the parishioners do not want to pray, do not want to work, and only spend their time in a daze, and even attack their companions…"

Nalinair was silent for a long time.

She spent countless efforts and time observing the needs of mortals, transforming the environment of Dimension 25, and searching for high-yield crops from different worlds, almost satisfying all the needs of those mortals.

She also specially cultivated a wise and martial female pope to manage them.

However, after the initial prosperity and population explosion, the beautiful world where everyone should praise the God of Knowledge did not come into being.

The world has been running smoothly under the management of the female pope for decades, but the lambs in the greenhouse began to fall. They have everything, but they are wasting their lives, and happiness shows a tendency to self-destruction.

Nalinair was silent for a long time, and finally opened her mouth: "I have already given you an extra year."

The female pope knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, please give me three more months, I still have some methods that I have not tried…"

"My Lord is no longer willing to wait." Nalinair's voice was still emotionless, and the female pope could not see that she had gently closed her eyes. "Flood program, start."

Each dimension has a target for the power of faith to be completed. The more investment, the more harvest should be.

The transformation of Dimension 25 is not a rootless duckweed, but consumes a massive amount of the power of faith.

But its results are not ideal, and the God of Knowledge is very dissatisfied with this.

Nalinair has been given an extra year for her excellent performance.

But after a year, the situation in Dimension 25 has not improved, but has worsened.

In order to make up for the previous deficit, she must start the sacrifice program, using the life essence to supplement the power of faith that those mortals are unwilling to pay.

Otherwise, she will be sacrificed.

The God of Knowledge is more rational than the other six beings, but that does not mean he is kind.

He is willing to make concessions and be more patient in order to obtain higher returns.

But patience is not unlimited. Nalinair is his most trusted angel, but not an irreplaceable angel.

The female pope did not argue and bowed away.

A moment later, a great flood that could kill one-third of the mortals in Dimension 25 descended.

The Church of Wisdom, led by the female pope, organized rescue efforts.

She herself rushed into the gap, burning herself to summon miracles, temporarily blocking the flood.

Until her life was exhausted, a higher flood surged back doubled!

But it also bought the mortals some time to escape.

In the end, the church pastors suffered heavy losses, but they also saved hundreds of millions of mortals who should have died.

Nalinair looked at those sad mortals, carrying the female pope's body across the gradually drying land, her eyes becoming complicated.

The female pope, who was as quiet as if she were asleep, had a face that was 90% similar to that of the Eternal Night Empress.

More gentleness, less perseverance.

The six-winged angel sighed softly: "Shelley 4396, you know, the God of Knowledge only wants results…"

At this time, she could completely launch a new flood.

This time, there would be no female pope to save those mortals, and she would surely harvest enough life essence smoothly.

But Nalinair did not do so.

From her own savings, she took out a portion and made up for the deficit in Dimension 25.

Then she wrote this year's assessment comments: The experiment had some twists and turns, but it has been adjusted, please look forward to the results, my Lord.

She gently stepped across the space and came to an incredibly huge peach tree.

A ripe peach fell in front of her, cracked open, and a beautiful girl walked out.

Just like Octavia Shelley's appearance when she was untouched by frost.

"Shelley 4397, please inherit the aspirations of your predecessors and operate more power of faith for my Lord."

Nalinair stretched out her finger and pointed it at the girl's eyebrows, transmitting the memories of those previous clones.

"I… I refuse…"

With a bang, the girl's head exploded and her body fell down.

The blood was blocked by Nalinair's passive shield, but she herself was stunned.

Obviously, something had changed in Shelley 4396's memory and was left behind, affecting later generations.

She raised her head, her red hair flying without wind, her six wings stretched to the limit, the tips of her feathers were trembling slightly.

They seemed to be questioning this ancient fate.