Text Game: It All Began when a Cat-eared Girl Took Me In-Chapter 182 - 159 - Close to Wei’er, feels so exciting~_1

Rat King Nos’s face was overcast as he stared at the man in the high hat before him, his right hand resting on the hilt of the steel sword, trembling ever so slightly.

He very much wanted to smash the man’s face to pieces with his sword.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t time yet.

It would only be after midnight that the triennial Festival would occur, and once he obtained the True Canon, he would certainly settle the score with all of these people first.

The man in the high hat lifted his magic staff, waved it casually, and an invisible barrier unfolded. His face was full of smugness.

The man said with a scornful laugh, "Nos, I’ve cut off the surrounding sounds. Say whatever you want to say, but wait, you’re not here to ask for that key back, are you hahaha?"

Rat King Nos’s expression remained indifferent.

The man in the high hat continued to mock, "Don’t even think about it! You handed over the key to me willingly, should I be thanking you for your generous gift? But now, I advise you to stop thinking about getting involved in the Festival, or don’t blame me if I disregard past relations and take you down first!"

With another wave of his staff, the man shouted behind him, "First and Second Power Armor Units, keep an eye on this man! He is planning to disrupt the Divine Tree Festival!"

Squeak squeak—

In an instant, the dozen or so power armors, their backs ejecting steam and ice crystals, turned in unison. Their red eyes glowed as they aimed their weapons at Rat King Nos.

Nos’s gaze swept over the power armors and the guards behind the man in the high hat, then glanced at the Divine Tree, where Wei’er was now restrained.

Hm?

Nos’s brow furrowed.

He had thought the child’s face would be filled with despair and fear, but why did she seem not afraid at all?

It was as if she had entrusted everything that needed to be done after her and could go in peace...

Suddenly, the gloomy smile on Nos’s face faded away, replaced by a gentle one.

He produced from his embrace a light blue magic staff.

The staff was nearly half a meter in length, with a gemstone at the top that shimmered like the stars. Mere eye contact with the staff felt like embracing the sky and the wind up close.

The man in the high hat’s triumphant expression froze.

That staff... wasn’t that the Lost Yuan Qi that Liya had always carried with her?

The Lost Yuan Qi, a relic of ancient and legendary times, was crafted with techniques and methods too complex for present-day Craftsmen to replicate.

Wait, after Liya cast that rune seal, the staff had fallen from the Divine Tree and Nos had picked it up?

With a smile, Nos said, "Mazar, do you now understand why I let little Wei’er wander around the Inner City of Winter City without caring where she might go?"

"Damn!"

The man in the high hat looked back quickly and swung his staff again to cut off the sound.

"You really are a coward, so afraid to reveal your true identity in front of your subordinates? Even though they would never believe a Variant like me?"

Rat King mocked him with the same derisive look, laughing, "Because I don’t care where she went. As long as she was in Winter City, nothing matters. You’ve brought her here and saved me the trouble of looking for her."

"Nos! Hand over the staff to me!"

The man in the high hat roared softly, taking a step forward.

The steel sword in Nos’s hand hummed.

Fierce sword winds crisscrossed, gouging deep grooves into the ground.

He squinted and said, "Mazar, are you sure you want to fight me now? There isn’t a single Tier Four sublimated person here, and Signo won’t heed your orders. He might even suspect your identity already. You want to move against me without relying on the child’s power? Where do you get your courage from?!"

Mazar halted his advance, his face clouded with gloom, "Then what do you propose we do?"

Nos looked around at the people present and smiled, "It seems you also realize that without little Wei’er, with your strength and the powers you control, there is only a 30 percent chance of successfully reversing Liya’s seal, which is close to a Tier Five strength. But there’s a 70 percent chance of failure. Even with the other items left by Liya as a catalyst, it won’t match up to this Lost Yuan Qi she used for years, right?"

The man in the high hat said heavily, "I can’t deny that."

Nos surveyed those around him, "Moreover, this is our last chance. I know the bishop of the Church of Truth’s Noah branch in Winter City would be at your mercy, but I prefer not to trust others. If we go on like this, the Shining City will eventually find out about the issues in Winter City. We won’t get another three years, and even if we did, can you guarantee the other deacons or even bishop-level figures in the Church of Truth wouldn’t come to reap what we have sown?"

"So, you and I break Liya’s seal together, wait for the True Canon to appear, and then we’ll each rely on our own ability."

After a moment of hesitation, the man in the high hat nodded, "We could..."

Then, Mazar covered his face. It was as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and he could not help but burst into laughter:

"Hahaha, did you think I would say that? Echo of Azure, I’ve long coveted the Lost Yuan Qi, so why should I wait! Hill, your foster father needs you!"

"Right away, Lord Father."

The voice of a young boy sounded.