Dear Broom Knight

“You don't seem worried at all!” A female voice sounded softly behind him.

As she made the first sound, Lorry's broom leaped forward 500 meters, then quickly spun in the air, allowing Lorry to face the person behind him.

A very beautiful lady stood lightly where he had just landed.

“Heh~ Why so nervous?” The woman chuckled in an extremely lazy tone, “If I really wanted to attack you, wouldn't I have already made a move!”

However, she quickly reacted and jumped back… almost as soon as she jumped, that cloud directly exploded with a burst of thunder.

The rumbling thunder and the stern lightning stirred up a murderous aura.

“How interesting.” The woman stared at Lorry and said in a deep voice, “You actually used yourself as bait.

I thought you were a very cautious person!”

Lorry never had any objections to people considering his past performances as cowardly.

Let them think whatever they want.

The imprint that the previous world left on him was deep enough; he knew what it meant to accumulate strength for the future.

He didn't understand any grand principles, but he had personally witnessed the benefits of never sticking his neck out when his strength was insufficient, and being able to confidently and justifiably refuse everyone who had looked down on him when he became strong enough.

Even if calculations from all directions were inevitable, even if there were always dogs barking at the door, at least, the dogs that came later only dared to bark at the door, or take advantage of an opportunity to splash some urine to disgust him.

He saw the result, so naturally he had enough patience and confidence.

As for what others thought?

A person who could honestly be a homebody for decades never cared what others thought.

Lorry looked with some regret at the woman who was dressed exceptionally delicately, in a very form-fitting outfit, with a bit of a Moulin Rouge dancer vibe; it was a pity that such a good opportunity only turned her high heels into flats, and half of her stockings turned black.

The woman's attire had the style of the most open-minded Europe and America of the last century, when Moulin Rouge and the like were still famous.

Lorry didn't find anything strange.

He had long discovered that the mastermind of the High Tower Lord should be someone from that so-called most open-minded period.

In that era, the so-called intellectual class in Europe and America lived the most comfortably, and their thoughts were mainly Western-style liberalism.

In Lorry's time, those Westerners had already abandoned many of their so-called doctrines; even if they hadn't completely abandoned them, they kept them buried in their hearts and dared not mention them again. It was impossible for them to directly use them in a strange world like that person did.

Only someone who had never seen a lesson and firmly believed that their actions were upright and just would have such courage.

And people of that era actually looked down on women… In Lorry's era, people who had experienced various new ideological trends would never have such a poor reaction to ladies that the Night Church would regard him as a mortal enemy from top to bottom.

Lorry tilted his head and looked at the lady who looked very much in line with the Night Goddess's preferences, with a sacred and inviolable expression, a self-righteous temperament, and platinum blonde hair that reached her knees gently floating in the sky.

The temperament of a saint, but dressed like a harlot.

Even the few Dark Moons who preferred thin gauze clothing would not wear this kind of clothes.

They just didn't think there was anything wrong with that kind of cool dress because they had grown up in hot areas, and they also liked the way some people in the inland areas disliked them but couldn't do anything to them, but they didn't lower themselves to the point of using their bodies to seduce people.

Even girls who liked to be watched by excellent men didn't have this kind of hobby.

Lorry always felt that many girls in the Night Church had a slightly excessive vanity… but he wouldn't think they were promiscuous because of their performance.

They had just cultivated a special kind of confidence in the Night Temple: excellent people are watching me, I am the most beautiful and charming girl.

But the woman in front of him was not.

She truly placed her existence on the level of carnal desire.

Lorry tilted his head slightly: “Rosalind.”

“What are you talking about?” The woman looked at him in surprise.

“Don't tell me you're someone from the Night Temple.” Lorry chuckled softly, “I really don't like women who look down on me and want to use me, but I don't believe the Night Goddess would allow herself to have a believer like you.

The woman raised her eyebrows in surprise: “What are you talking about?

Although I am not very familiar with this world, but… the goddess related to the Night Goddess and the White Dragon King should only be that one, right?

She is, the Goddess of Rain!”

Lorry couldn't help laughing: “You don't think I really believe that what's controlling Rosalind is really a broken artifact, do you?

Travis probably didn't believe those things you showed either.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have cleaned up the palace complex where Rosalind was located so drastically.

However, I really didn't expect you to deal with me first… Why?

Is there any relationship between Sebephia and you?

A certain Goddess of Rain… By the way, cutting yourself into so many pieces and playing so many roles, and even fooling your past friends around, isn't it very interesting?”

The lady suddenly gave Lorry a charming smile: “Although I don't know why you think I am her, you can say whatever you want.

Anyway, all I want in this world is a position; being able to be associated with the original gods is even better.”

“You really think the Night Goddess is a fool?” Lorry sharply complained, “Although she was able to let you reach today as one of the four main priests of the Night Temple, her brain is indeed not very good.

But I… don't believe that she can still deceive herself now.

By the way, let me tell you, in my territory, no space blockade that I don't allow can exist.

The Night Goddess must have seen all of this long ago.

I don't know what her mood is now, but you definitely can't go back.”

Lorry tilted his head: “By the way, you don't really believe that the God of Wealth will use his divine power to seal off this space, do you?”

“What… what?” The woman who had been watching Lorry leisurely suddenly changed her expression drastically.

“The God of Wealth really doesn't want outsiders to know his little tricks.” Lorry smiled, “But this kind of unwillingness can only make him exert 10% of his strength at most.

And to block my territory, even a god has to exert more than 60% of their strength.”

The woman's pupils trembled violently.

Compared to Lorry, she was the one who knew the God of Wealth better.

That guy is indeed wealthy and unrestrained, and he is a bit unscrupulous in his actions, but, in fact, what he pays is all the cost he thinks is worthwhile… Once he feels that he is losing money, he will definitely not agree.

No, it should be said that the God of Wealth accepts losses caused by accidental events, but he will never do things that only benefit his face the most when he is sure that he will lose money.

Extorting Ruthkania may not sound good or look good, and it may invite the ridicule of all the gods, but since there is a reason for it, the God of Wealth has no loss other than losing face.

Even his believers wouldn't think there was anything wrong with him doing this.

That God of Wealth certainly wouldn't pay such a high price.

“How… is it possible?” she murmured, “Your magic circle, I… no, you didn't just build these magic circles on the surface.”

The woman suddenly looked at the earth: “Those waterways you tinkered with underground… aren't just for monitoring?

You!”

Lorry couldn't help laughing: “Could it be that you still want to accuse me of being too well-prepared in my defense?”

The woman didn't say anything more, just looked nervously upwards.

She no longer had any interest in chatting with Lorry; if she continued, she really didn't know what else this little mage could say!

So she directly raised one hand.

A sky full of pink mist quickly appeared above the clouds, and even the cloud Lorry was on began to spread a hint of pink.

Lorry cautiously drove his broom and rose another level.

He never thought of passing through the clouds and going to the bottom, where there was obviously no mist.

Although his combat experience was not rich enough, his game experience and inherited memories told him that it was best not to go where the enemy wanted him to go.

Even if he didn't see that hint of pink, he wouldn't go.

That 'Goddess of Rain' frowned slightly, but she didn't care too much that the trap she had casually set didn't catch anyone, just clenched her hand hard.

The pink mist surrounding Lorry instantly became heavy.

Of course, the most lethal thing was the lascivious sounds surrounding Lorry, as well as the illusions that directly hit his soul.

Lorry really didn't expect that he would be able to see the can-can dance in the Moulin Rouge in his life.

So, although he had already noticed that the raindrops were transforming into a form that was more and more like heavy water, he still didn't act immediately.

Really, it's quite nostalgic.

It's not that no one continues to dance, of course there are, and the movements are even more arrogant.

It's just that it no longer suits his preferences.

Although he used many reasons to convince himself, and it seemed quite convincing, Lorry still knew that he was actually gloating.

What really made Lorry unable to move for a while and watch with rapt attention was the people inside; he recognized some of them.