bullyxtreme Chapter 184 Welcome home
Chapter 184 Welcome home
That night, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, and Sumeru slept soundly in the dim night.
At the city gate, several mercenaries on guard duty were lounging around, chatting idly. One of the mercenaries was still holding his weapon, but he was now leaning against the brick wall, nodding and dozing off.
“Rustle…rustle…”
In this peaceful and tranquil moment, a rustling sound suddenly came from the grass outside the city wall, which was particularly clear in the silent night.
"Ah... I think I heard a noise..."
The mercenary, who had been dozing against the wall, groggily opened his eyes and looked around in confusion.
On the other side, the guards who were chatting also stopped arguing about Patty Salan Pudding and Rice Pudding. One of them was about to instinctively go to check, but was pulled back by the squad leader, who shook his head meaningfully.
The mercenary, who had just taken a step, suddenly realized what was happening and turned his steps toward the path leading out, toward his companion who was still half asleep not far away. He patted his shoulder forcefully.
Hey! Babelt!
"Look, since there's nothing urgent to do right now, how about the boss treats us tonight? Let's all go to Lambad Tavern for a few drinks."
The mercenary grinned and put his arm around his companion's shoulder, completely ignoring the dark expression on the leader's face behind him.
How come he doesn't remember saying he was going to treat everyone?
Brothers are of one heart with you, and you play mind games with your brothers.
However, recalling Boss Mishal's "special care," the team leader couldn't help but sigh deeply, silently taking out his purse and carefully counting the few Mora inside.
The people of the desert are like this; as soon as they have a little income, they use it to buy a good drink and get drunk. Even after coming to the rainforest, this habit has not changed at all.
I wonder if his meager Mora will be enough for him to live on until the end of the month after this meal.
At the beginning of the month: 500 for an egg, just a small amount of money.
End of month: Brothers, how do you survive for seven days with 10 Mora?
The team leader, who reluctantly withdrew a large sum of Mora from his secret stash, felt the money bag in his arms instantly deflate and silently shed tears of desperation.
He has given everything he could for Boss Mishal's cause.
He served the Brigade well! He shed blood for the Brigade! He sacrificed an entire Mora for the Brigade!
By the way, are these expenses reimbursed?
The laughing mercenaries walked away, their arms around each other's shoulders. As their joking voices disappeared around the corner, the city gate returned to silence once more.
The night wind swirled up the fallen leaves on the path, rustling softly as it brushed against the surrounding lush bushes.
"Lambalika, has Nala already left?"
A deliberately hushed voice rang out from behind a clump of low bushes, and then a round Lanaro poked its head out from behind the leaves, before swaying and drifting toward the city gate.
"Lanbailijia didn't find Nara, and there are no large iron blocks here either, so it looks safe."
After flying around and checking everything, Lanbailijia hopped and skipped towards the watchtower in mid-air, waving her small wooden cane vigorously towards the bushes.
If there were still some ill-intentioned Nala around, he wouldn't mind reasoning with her.
Soon, Lanromo, wearing a red scarf, and Nasita, wrapped in a black cloak, cautiously peeked out from behind the branches and leaves, sneaking into Sumeru City when no one was around.
The night was quiet in Sumeru. Apart from the clinking of glasses from the Lambad Tavern in the distance, which was still lit up, the only other sounds were the steady breathing of the sleeping residents.
She slipped into a quiet alley, where no one was watching. Nasita took off her hood, revealing a white and light green side ponytail that cascaded over her shoulder, and her emerald green four-leaf clover eyes sparkled.
However, upon closer inspection, one would notice that her figure appears to be even smaller than before she left.
"Thank you, Lanbailijia, Lanluomo."
“Huannalana’s condition has just improved somewhat, and Elder Lanlaga may still need your help.”
"Then let's part ways here."
Nasita gently stroked the heads of the two Lanaros one by one, and thanked them softly with a smile.
"Little Grass God, there's no need to thank me. Without your help, the evil Wuluo Tuo would have quickly corrupted the Tree of Awakening."
"If that's the case, the forest will get sick, and when it gets sick, it will forget many things, which is not good."
“Lanromo doesn’t want the forest to get sick, Lanbailijia doesn’t want it to, Elder Lanlajia doesn’t want it to, so we should be thanking the little grass god.”
Lanromo waved his leaf hand, circled Nasita once, and then added:
"Lanromo also wants to thank Naramufeng. Naramufeng is a good Nara. Lanromo wants to be friends with Naramufeng for life. Huan Nalan welcomes friends."
Nasita was amused by Lanromo. The little god's beautiful four-leaf eyes curved into a lovely arc, and a faint smile appeared on her fair face.
Yes, her sage is indeed a good Nala.
It's just that it can be a little bad sometimes.
Beside her, Lan Bailijia tapped her small cane, and her round body spun around a few times in mid-air.
"But Lanbailijia doesn't like those Nalas who wear green clothes, those Nalas who bully the little grass god."
"Since those wicked Nara are as unreasonable as giant blocks of iron, Naranbalika will teach them to reason!"
With that, Lan Bailijia brandished her wooden cane and flew toward the direction of the Order of the Church, exuding murderous intent.
But in the end, it was Nasita herself who intervened, thus saving the Church from becoming a disaster of ruins.
After all, with Lanberika's ability to smash the Ruins Guardian into pieces with a single cane, it's only a matter of time before she not only dismantles the Order of the Church, but also knocks the Sage into the ground to be a radish.
Holding the furious Lanbailijia in her arms, and looking at the Church of the Order in the distance, Naxida suddenly realized something.
Prior to this, Mu Feng had repeatedly urged Nasida to publicly expose the Great Sage's crimes and directly abolish the Faith Council, and had made all the necessary preparations for this.
But deep down, she always had doubts about whether she was ready to become a qualified deity.
Can she really lead Sumeru well and become a god as excellent as the Great Tree King?
Naxi Da didn't know.
For a long time, she was labeled as an unqualified deity, and over time, she accepted it all.
She wasn't incapable of escaping the convent, but she silently accepted it, trying to see the world and change the country she loved in her own way.
No one ever taught her how to be a good god, and no one ever told her what kind of god was considered qualified.
From the moment she was born, she merely conformed to the demands of the sages and the expectations of all her subjects, striving with all her might to learn and imitate the appearance of the former Great Tree King.
But Nasida still doesn't know how similar her imitation is.
Sometimes, she didn't even know whether she should be Bouyer or Nasita.
So...who exactly is she...?
The joy of saving his family quickly faded, replaced by deep confusion.
Naxida forced a smile as she saw Lanbailijia and Lanluomo off, then walked alone towards Jingshan Palace.
It's about time... to go back to that cage.
She gently pushed open the heavy, emerald-green gate of Jingshan Palace. The light shining through the gate startled Naxida, and the air was filled with the enticing sweet aroma of dates and honey.
Oh right... I almost forgot, this place is no longer a prison.
Someone is waiting for her to come home.
She couldn't wait any longer and eagerly pushed open the door, whereupon a familiar voice rang out.
Good evening, welcome home, Nasita.
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