A Drunkard Seeks Advice from Uncle Cold Legs

A moment later, Cocolia took two steps back, her cheeks, already flushed with excitement, turning even redder.

"For the sake of necessary fairness, the Great Guardian of Belobog are forbidden from marrying for life, so I'll just have to accept my first kiss as a thank you gift."

Cocolia placed one hand on her chest, as if feeling her own heart pounding, and, meeting Gwen's surprised gaze, struggled to maintain her composure, reaffirming her resolve.

"Of course, if you don't mind, you can take them all. Just consider it as giving my already fixed life a different experience."

"I said..."

Gwen truly hadn't expected Cocolia to pull this stunt. Looking at the weariness on her pretty face, tinged with years of mental exhaustion, and the girlish shyness that surfaced from her heated words, coupled with the underlying authority of someone wielding power for so long, he chuckled softly—

"You have a really good eye for people..."

Although her adopted daughter is already a teenager, Cocolia is still Pathstrider, and she doesn't do any particularly tough or weathered work. So there's no such thing as an "old woman"; at most, she's... mature and charming.

When a low cry of pain escaped from beneath that mature, aloof face and those bright red lips, Gwen possessed a unique charm.

In short, although it grows in a city surrounded by wind and snow, this ripe fruit is still plump and juicy.

To borrow the words of Layman Jiaqian—it's very smooth...

"Mother..."

The next morning, as Bronya Rand was about to knock on the door to wake her mother, who rarely slept in, she unexpectedly found a figure in the living room—

"Instructor Gwen?"

"Hmm, Bronya, you're awake?"

Gwen smiled and nodded.

"I came over last night with some equipment to treat your mother's hidden ailment. She just fell asleep, so let her rest well."

"Forehead...

Good..."

Upon hearing this, Bronya Rand glanced at her mother's tightly closed door, her expression immediately turning somewhat strange—

It wasn't that Bronya Rand had any doubts about her mother's morals; it was simply that the fact that a man and a woman were alone together in a room, and that the woman couldn't even get out of bed in the morning, was just too suspicious!

Chapter 835 The Drunken Man Asks for Advice from Uncle of the Cold Leg

After luring away the strange-looking Rand Duck, Gwen didn't linger at the manor.

What he just said wasn't a lie; it was already late at night when he arrived at Belobog.

He went to the new city to check on the equipment and to the warehouse to copy and paste. By the time Gwen filled Cocolia's mind, which had been empty due to the disappearance of the Star Core's whispers, the sky had already begun to glow.

The combination of mental and physical exhaustion, coupled with relaxation, meant that even though Cocolia was Pathstrider with the power of Fate, Gwen estimated she wouldn't wake up until at least nightfall.

At a time like this, there's no point in him staying here any longer.

Instead of just sitting here, we should do something.

First, I took a stroll around the new city area to eliminate any potentially threatening high-energy units nearby. Then, I went to the lower city area to help reinforce some high-risk areas to prevent collapses. After that, I went to talk to the Pathstrider in this city and offered them some guidance and assistance.

"So that's how it was solved?"

I understand!

Inside the mechanical house, a white-haired, red-eyed girl clapped her hands with shining eyes, her small, naked feet swinging merrily, her fair skin contrasting beautifully with the red velvet beneath her.

"Oh..."

Seeing the girl's innocent smile, Gwen also smiled in relief.

Clara, a child adopted by the robot Svarog, became Pathstrider at a young age, but her talent lies more in the mechanical field, and not just in simple manufacturing or repair, but also in her "charm" towards these robots—

From the ancient Svarog that has survived to the present day to the traffic light that only has basic communication modules, people are easily attracted to it.

Therefore, in addition to imparting knowledge, Gwen also subtly guided Clara to establish the most sound and positive values possible.

If one day Belobog were to stage a Jurchen rebellion, the girl wouldn't be at a loss, but would be able to engage in some verbal sparring with the other side.

A moment later, when the laughter subsided, a tall figure who had been waiting outside the door pushed it open—

"Clara, it's time for dinner."

"Ah, Mr. Svarog, is it already so late?"

Clara was taken aback by what Svarog said. She glanced at the clock and realized that it was already evening.

"Go eat when it's time. You need to get enough nutrition to grow taller, Clara."

Gwen smiled and placed the book he was holding on the table.

"This book is for you; I hope it will be helpful to you."

"Ah, thank you, Brother Gwen!"

Upon hearing this, Clara couldn't help but smile again.

"It's dinnertime already, would you like to join us for dinner Gwen?"

"Heh... okay."

Gwen smiled and agreed, glancing at Svarog standing by the door—

"Svarog, would you mind if I had an extra pair of chopsticks?"

"It's alright, we have plenty of food reserves right now, but we haven't prepared enough."

Because of Gwen's intervention, Belobog didn't have as many troublesome problems. Svarog's current initiative is actually lower than what Gwen remembered him for, and he is now almost living like Clara's adoptive father.

In fact, according to Svarog's calculations, it was almost impossible for Belobog's form to have reached this point. Therefore, Gwen was completely outside the calculations, was the variable that led Belobog to this point.

Svarog welcomed Clara's interaction with such variables.

He possesses strong combat capabilities and certain life assistance abilities, but he lacks sufficient ability to educate children. Clara is happy to have such a teacher who can bring about change.

After a pleasant dinner, Gwen chatted with Clara for a while longer before taking his leave.

The little girl is still too young; it's better for her to go to bed early and get up early.

"Goodbye, Brother Gwen..."

"Okay, goodbye Clara..."

After bidding farewell to the reluctant girl, Gwyn, sensing that Cocolia was still Gwen asleep, did not rush back. Instead, he strolled leisurely through the streets, preparing to check on the current situation in Belobog.

Although a large number of goods from Earth have flooded in, because they are mass-produced, the "base color" of Belobog itself has not changed much.

Just as Gwen was about to stroll back, he suddenly noticed a faint, almost imperceptible gaze.

Looking back, all they could see was a furtive figure disappearing into the darkness.

"Thief or pickpocket?"

Still..."

With that thought in mind, Gwen took a step forward and placed his hand on the shoulder of the hunched figure.

"Now that you're here, why rush to leave?"

"Hehehe, what are you saying? I'm cooking porridge at home, how can I not be anxious?"

Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder. The man with messy blue short hair seemed to be frightened and trembled, making him look even more frail. He smiled and said, like a small-time thug being threatened by the underworld.

"Who are you...

Svarog? "

After staring at the face for a moment, Gwen quickly matched it with someone in his memory.

Svarog Koski, also known as Old Svarog the Uncle of the Cold Leg, is a traveling merchant who operates in the gray area. Like the neighbor's useless dog Fingel, he appears thin and hunched, but is actually strong and healthy. However, he usually hides this through his glib tongue and comical behavior.

Beneath the surface of a profit-driven businessman lies a masked fool, possibly the biggest hidden monster in Belobog, capable of personally traveling to Penacony to retrieve the Sparkle from Hanabi.

"And you are?"

After being "disguised," Svarog was still called by his name without hesitation, and asked with a cautious expression.

"Silvermane Guard, you've made it big."

Gwyn pulled out his ID and flashed it to Svarog, Gwen swiftly twisted Svarog's hands behind his back with his other hand.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

"Gently! Gently!"

Svarog cried out in pain, and said in a pitiful voice—

"Brother, I, Old Svarog, did have some past troubles, but those old, trivial matters are all behind us now."

"It was actually approved by Miss Bronya, the acting commander of your Silvermane Guard..."

"Real?

Let me ask..."

Gwen casually pulled out his phone and called Bronya, quickly receiving a definite answer.

"You see, I already told you, Old Svarog has long since retired from crime and is now a good citizen recognized by the Silvermane Guard."

Svarog immediately cried out that he was innocent.

"Then it seems I misunderstood you, citizen of Svarog. To express my apology, let me treat you to dinner."

Gwen put away his phone.

"Really?"

Svarog immediately seized the opportunity.

"Really."

"Anywhere is fine?"

"You can go to the Goethe Grand Hotel if you want, no problem."

"Hey, the moment I saw your handsome and dashing appearance, I knew you weren't an ordinary person. You're truly dignified!"

Svarog, immediately greedy for money, showered him with flattery.

Not long after, in a private room at the Goethe Grand Hotel, Svarog, completely unrefined and with his mouth greasy from eating, casually remarked—

"Wow, you're the most generous person I've met in years..."

"Oh...

It's just like having a few more Winter City Shield in your pocket..."

Gwen had dealt with Svarog's ever-present probing at least five times already, and was quite adept at it.

"The real trouble isn't something these few Winter City Shield can handle..."

As he spoke, Gwen took a sip of wine, seemingly lost in thought.

"Oh?

Is there anything Belobog could possibly stump you?

Upon hearing this, Svarog immediately wiped the grease from his mouth and said in a very obsequious manner—

"Old Svarog can't just eat this meal for free tonight. If you have any worries, Svarog free to tell me. Although I've reformed, I haven't been idle all these years. Maybe I can help you out in a little way?"

"Well...

You wouldn't understand even if I explained.

Gwen shook his head sadly, picked up the bottle, and chugged down the remaining half.

After setting down the bottle, Gwen, his face already flushed, pointed into the distance—

"When will this damn Cold Wave finally stop?"

"This...

This thing is hundreds or even thousands of years old, and Old Svarog doesn't even know about it..."

Svarog immediately looked embarrassed, but quickly put on a smile:

"But you see, in the past two years, Belobog has been launching counterattacks and building new urban areas. Who knows, there might be dozens or even hundreds more. The urban area is big enough, so these Cold Wave will be practically nonexistent..."

"I told you you wouldn't understand..."

Gwen, seemingly truly drunk, pointed at Svarog with his finger and rolled his eyes—