Chapter 608

Clearly, the train conductor hopes that new passengers will be the type who respect him. Violet, for example, might be his ideal passenger.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Pom-Pom, I really enjoy my current job."

Violet smiled faintly, raised her hand, and gently stroked Pom-Pom's doll face with her black glove, the metallic sound of mechanical rotation emanating from the arm.

That's the truth.

The development of the Path Power depends on the practice of destiny.

Violet is currently on this path, and the benefits are obvious; with each delivery of a sentiment, she feels her potential rising. At least until she hits a bottleneck, she doesn't intend to stop.

Pom-Pom let out an "oh," her long ears drooped completely, and the entire doll fell silent.

Himeko chuckled softly. Inviting someone else would be one thing, but Violet is a traveler of memories, with her own path; she's not someone you can just hop on a train with. But after her smile, the sound of metal turning forced Himeko to sit up straight.

"Violet, I know many excellent doctors and scientists. If you need it... there should be a way to treat your hand."

We were too familiar with each other before, so it's not appropriate to have such a deep conversation.

Now that they've delivered the letter several times, they've become friends to some extent, Himeko is happy to offer some assistance to the gentle and elegant Miss Messenger.

Violet paused for a moment. Then, as if recalling something, she clenched her fist and shook her head, saying:

"No need, I'm used to it, and it's not bad at all. Thank you for your kindness."

"Alright, whatever's convenient for you."

Himeko and Pom-Pom exchanged a glance, confirming once again that there must be a story behind Violet.

However, I'm not very familiar with it yet, so I won't delve into it for now.

Let's continue enjoying the herbal tea Violet brought us.

The observers on the planet remained calm in the face of Ninti's actions.

However, beneath the planet, another Pathwalker could sense the power was somewhat panicked.

'This is called Envoy of Wisdom? This is clearly an impossible, immortal Emanator!?'

'Don't even mention that Old Sampo doesn't have a mask on right now; even if he did, I'm afraid...'

In the lower level, in the earthquake-resistant area where everyone was taking refuge, Sampo watched Natasha and Ogle busily maintaining order, muttering to himself.

'Most importantly, this genius has seen through my identity at a glance, which is bad! Perhaps I should avoid the limelight for now and come back after the Trailblaze Crew leaves?'

For a moment, the question of whether to prioritize saving their lives or to watch the ending of the script became a dilemma for the Follower of Joy.

Although in the end, Cocolia's script was used instead of the one he originally envisioned.

But since he got involved, it was a script he pushed forward.

Those Follower of Joy, especially the Masked Fool, have no habit of abandoning their own scripts halfway. To fail to carry out one's own Theater of Elation is to be disloyal to Lord Aha!

'Alright, the Trailblaze Crew isn't some evil force. If I'm just watching the ending from a corner, I shouldn't be in any danger!'

Sampo stroked his chin and made a decision.

Regardless, Belobog won.

After the final battle, the surging monsters vanished, and the Fragmentum that had invaded the city slowly receded. The receding speed wasn't fast, but it was clear that the streets returning to normal was a foreseeable future.

Moreover, even if the Fragmentum still exists, there are virtually no monsters within it. Occasionally, one might spawn, but it's a tiny creature that a single Iron Guardian could easily destroy. Clearly, with the source of negative energy gone, the danger of the Fragmentum, even if it still exists, is vastly different.

Even a few days later, residents in the upper-level area could feel the faint warmth of the sunlight. Although the temperature was still low, it was completely different from the icy sunlight of before.

The cold wave seems to be receding soon.

Similar phenomena can also be experienced in the lower layers.

There was a sense throughout Belobog that the shadow of extinction hanging over everyone had been lifted. A feeling of hope washed over everyone, bringing an unprecedented sense of vitality.

Now, the only shadow is that the Great Guardian was supposedly brought back from the front lines in an emergency and has not been seen since. Even the busy Kriper Castle is being commanded by Bronya as acting commander.

Rumors circulated within the Silvermane Guards that the Great Guardian Cocolia was engaged in a decisive battle with the Cold Tide, the culprit behind the Fragmentum, on the front lines. She won, but... she might not be able to hold on much longer.

Cocolia has been in power for over a decade, and during that time she did indeed implement controversial policies such as isolating the lower districts and excessively exploiting the Iron Guard's manpower—but compared to the victory at this moment, those rights and wrongs are no longer a dark history.

Regardless, she is the savior of Belobog, and the greatest Great Guardian in the past seven hundred years, second only to the first Grand Great Guardian.

"I heard that no one has been able to see her today either. Cocolia really..."

"Don't talk nonsense, wait for the official announcement from Kriper Castle."

"That's right, we still have a lot to do. We need to clean up the streets where the Fragmentum have receded, expedite production to aid the lower districts, and repair the areas damaged by the tremors."

"Yes, let's get on with the work first. Even if the Great Guardian really is... at least we have to let her leave in peace. We can't let her see the mess in Belobog."

Even the most cynical person Cocolia blessings at this moment.

Clearly, Anqi Faction's script was very successful, maximizing their prestige. And this is certainly deserved; exchanging the destruction of Stellaron for a little prestige to facilitate future operations isn't unreasonable, is it?

"Pass, pass this one too, we still need these few more..."

In the Great Guardian's office at Kriper Castle, Bronya was busy handling affairs from various departments.

At this moment, Belobog truly embodies the saying "everything is in ruins and needs to be rebuilt," making it the busiest time for the administrative departments.

Fortunately, inspired by hope, the entire Belobog became full of energy.

With this buff, the bureaucrats that Cocolia had dismissed before leaving were quickly replaced or replaced, supporting the complete structure of Kriper Castle.

Even so, Bronya was still in a flurry of activity for quite some time before she managed to sort things out and gradually gain a more detailed understanding of the situation in the city.

"The last one..."

Despite her extreme fatigue, Bronya forced her brain to work, carefully read through the document, and gave her instructions.

Then, looking at the now empty office, she let out a long sigh.

"My mother actually persisted in this kind of work for more than ten years?"

Bronya forced her eyelids open and managed a bitter laugh.

Fortunately, she understands that this is a special period, and once she gets through this reconstruction period, things shouldn't be so tiring afterwards.

Otherwise, she would rather go back to the front lines to fight than continue being the Great Guardian.

The work was completed, or rather, the high-ranking officials and ministers, represented by Pela, were concerned about Bronya's health, so they specifically made time for her during this period.

In any case, Bronya can rest for now.

She stood up and strode towards her home.

"Is Mother awake?"

With such trepidation, she arrived at her doorstep, only to find Dan Heng standing there, handing her a letter.

"My mother..."

"They're gone."

"!!!"

"I mean she woke up and then left, I don't know where she went. This letter was written by the Great Guardian, and she asked me to give it to you. She also said that you should rest well and take care of yourself."

Dan Heng completed his mission and left without lingering.

Bronya was left alone, holding the letter, facing the silent mansion. After a long while, she knelt down, hugging the letter, and tears that had been suppressed for days finally streamed down her face:

"Thank goodness... Mother... is alright now..."

As for anything else, she had no time to think about it at the moment; she really needed to rest.

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