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Chapter 691 Banquet on the River
Anderson looked for countless opportunities to stand up and change into normal clothes, but the frequency of the stranger's appearance was too high. He rose and fell like an intermittent orchestra.

It would be a most comical scene if the accompaniment to the roar of fate rose and fell like this.

Blaze put on the [Wanderer's White Robe], so there was basically no attention from strangers, and the muscular men in women's clothing... were as sparse and ordinary as weeds on the roadside.

Therefore, the two of them are in a state where as long as they don't make too much noise, they won't attract any attention.

"How embarrassing..." Anderson lowered his head. He didn't expect that he would encounter such an embarrassing thing at his age.

What was even more awkward was that Blaze continued the topic.

"So you want to die?"

"Are you forcing me to die by asking me to continue discussing this topic while wearing women's clothes?" Anders rubbed the space between his legs nervously. This nun's uniform was fitting him more and more, which made him feel very awkward.

"You're going to die anyway, so what difference does it make?"

Anderson froze at the cold, even indifferent voice. He felt the anger in the words, the anger at his intention to die.

"I didn't say I was going to die..."

"It's just that the possibility of death is very high." Blaze said the rest of the words for Anderson, "I will appear with you. The devil Paine will drag me away like last time, and you will face the Archbishop of Hell alone."

"...That's right, so you want to stop me?" Anderson clenched his fists and smiled helplessly.

"No, I will still take you there, and I won't disturb your duel." Blaze changed to a relaxed posture, holding his chin and looking at Anderson who was fidgeting in front of him.

"But I don't want to hear any of your reasons, nor do I want to know your story. If I know you too well, I'll be sad if you die. If you survive, it won't be too late to know you then."

"Anyway, I don't want to do anything like yelling at you not to give up."

"How heartless! We are partners who have to fight together after all!"

"What do you know? I'm increasing your survival rate!" Blaze leaned forward and whispered as if he was telling some earth-shattering secret.

"I'm just trying to solidify your image as a funny character. Also, I'm lending this to you."

Blaze took out the [Fairy Scythe] and handed it to Anderson.

"This one comes with the ability to fly and turn invisible."

"...I don't need this." Anderson shook his head and said seriously, "This is an upright duel. I only accept external help such as drugs and props. But invisibility is too much."

Blazer didn't know whether Anderson was seriously working on the character setting of the funny character in order to increase the probability of survival, or whether it was really like this...

"Then keep this here, you can put more props in it." Blaze handed the magic bag to Anderson. This time Anderson did not refuse and hung it directly around his waist.

However, the magic bag was empty, so Anderson walked into the Hermes Travel Hat branch station with a shameless face and used his own face to exchange for a lot of props in it.

Blazer didn't want to care at first, but when there was an explosion and Anderson fell in front of him in the dark, he knew he couldn't just sit there until the evening.

"I didn't expect you to pay so much to become a funny character, even risking your life." Blaze turned around, and three beautiful figures appeared in his field of vision.

In the past, he would have been shocked and exclaimed, "Wow! They are saints! And there are three of them!"

But after seeing so many princesses, queens, goddesses, crazy women, and perverts, saints are so rare and common.

It was normal for the three saints to attack Anderson. After all, Anderson was a wanted criminal in the Holy Cross, a wanted criminal that even foreigners coveted.

But he couldn't let Anderson get killed here.

"Please take a seat." Blaze politely greeted the three saints who were also wearing the [Wanderer White Robe], and at the same time put his foot on Anderson's back, suggesting that he was protecting this guy. Unexpectedly, the three saints actually sat opposite him.

A large number of strangers passed by noisily again, and the common combination of Blaze and his companions once again made them ignored by the strangers.

"Nice to meet you, heretic god."

The Great Saint greeted people politely, and even tolerated the evil strangers. When facing Blaze, she only needed to pinch her thigh to be friendly.

"Hello, how have you been lately?" Blaze asked dryly.

"Except for the fact that heresy is rampant in the Holy Church, demons are thriving, the position of cardinals is causing corruption, and foreigners are always complaining about when the Pope will reveal his true colors and are eager to take action, it's pretty good."

Under normal circumstances, this would sound like nitpicking and sarcasm, but the words of the Great Saint were not biased at all.

Every word is true, especially the last question about strangers.

[The Pope is evil] and [Invading the Holy City] are really the catchphrases of foreigners. As a result, the Pope has kept a low profile in the past two years and rarely appears in public.

He was probably afraid of being assassinated by the impatient strangers.

"We hope to join your team and punish the corrupt regional archbishop together."

The Great Saint Lady went straight to the point without any greetings.

This is very rare. The teachings of the Holy Cross have made them extremely xenophobic towards enemies in the doctrine, such as mixed-race people.

This mentality is so stubborn that even if they suffer a disaster, they will refuse the help of the Giant Kingdom. Actively asking for assistance can be said to be unprecedented.

"...Could it be that the strangers refused your help, and then you kept descending until you finally came to us?"

The Great Saint lowered her head for a moment, the Middle Saint began to shake her legs, and the Little Saint stared blankly at the familiar teddy bear.

This reaction directly confirmed Blaze's words. The three saints were probably rejected firmly by the strangers.

"Don't be sad. Although many big guilds often invite me to team up with them to level up, you have to believe that this is definitely not a xenophobic problem like yours. The strangers just want to protect you." Blaze said seriously.

The truth always hurts, and the real truth hurts deeply.

"Of course, I don't want you to follow me, because my opponent will kill you instantly with the aftermath. But you can help Anderson, I believe in him..."

"I just need the help of medicine and props. A fair fight cannot have despicable helpers." Anderson raised his head suddenly and said while coughing.

"But you can give me a bunch of auxiliary prayers before I go in, so that it can be considered as participation to some extent."

"We are the Three Saints. We can be said to be the elite troops of the Holy Cross, not just decorations." The Middle Saint pushed aside the Great Saint and stared at Blaze with her fierce triangular eyes.

"I know, but..." Blaze turned his eyes away and whispered, "According to the strangers, you must be a cover-up used by the Pope. There must be more dark forces hidden in the shadow of the Holy Cross State."

"You are prejudiced against us!"

……

【Lee·Jerusalem】

The devil Pan sat on the throne and raised his arms to command the dance of the female demons, and the last Ganges River rushing on the earth began to boil.

"Well, let's start this grand party on the river!"

(End of this chapter)