Chapter 339

Witch K gently tugged at the brim of her hat and quietly left the hotel.

The handling of Lista's matter did not cause much of a stir in Port of Misi.

Although the paladins who followed him sensed something amiss, they were eventually persuaded by Helen to give up their resistance. After all, the era of the Church's internal and Pope's absolute rule was about to begin, and there was no time to grieve for the death of Commander Lista.

Ultimately, the Port of Misi Sheriff ruled the commander's actions a suicide.

"Poor Lista, may you rest in peace."

In Ryan's room.

He stood on the balcony, looking at the starry sky, and hypocritically scattered a handful of flowers.

Before the petals could even touch the ground, a powerful surge of Magic Power suddenly rippled through his room, and the next second, Chaos Channel opened instantly.

Whoosh!~

A figure flew out from inside.

"What kind of monster are you!"

Bang!

Ryan slammed him to the ground with a single palm strike.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ryan, you damn well better let go of me right now!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Ryan looked down and saw it was Jonathan.

"Hey Old Joe, why do you always make such a mess of yourself? Next time, treat yourself better, promise me, okay?"

"Do you think I wanted to?" Jonathan cursed irritably, stood up, dusted himself off, then suddenly remembered something, turned around, and looked at the Chaos Channel with a wary expression.

He only breathed a sigh of relief and plopped down on the ground after the passage completely disappeared.

"What's going on?" Ryan asked curiously.

"What else could it be? Being chased, Jonathan said, patting his chest. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a deep drag, and stylishly exhaled a smoke ring."

Ryan was even more puzzled. "With your bravery, who could possibly hunt you down?"

"City Lord."

"City Lord? Which city's City Lord?"

Jonathan cursed, "Of course it's the City of Desire!"

"Ha?"

Ryan was taken aback. "You lecher, what are you doing inside again?"

He was saying that Old Joe had been missing lately, and it turned out he'd gone to the City of Desire again... Wait, Old Joe, you're the Son of the Sun, and you still have half the power of the Blood God, why are you spending all your time in the City of Desire?

"Didn't you say a while ago that you wanted to inquire about the God of Desire? I figured there must be some information in the City of Desire, so I went in to take a look. Then I figured the ordinary elders probably wouldn't know, I'd have to find the City Lord."

Jonathan shrugged, indicating that's the gist of it.

"You fought with the City Lord?" Ryan asked.

"Um."

"The result... well, it's pretty obvious. Just how strong is that guy?"

Old Joe clearly lost, which wasn't surprising. Although Old Joe had gradually mastered the fusion of the two powers and his strength had increased by leaps and bounds, his opponent was the City Lord of the City of Desire, whose prestige was on par with Pope Janus, and whose strength was estimated to have reached the Eighth Tier.

"Eighth Tier," Jonathan voiced Ryan's suspicions, "And the kind that could instantly kill me."

"Oh?"

Ryan raised an eyebrow slightly.

That level of strength is probably even slightly greater than Karls'.

"Then how did you escape?"

"Hmm... I also find it strange."

Jonathan sat on the ground, chain-smoking, finishing one cigarette and lighting another, completely baffled as to how he had escaped. Logically, he shouldn't have been able to get away... Hmm? There's something on him.

Jonathan touched his back and found a folded piece of paper stuck between his shirt and neck. He was slightly taken aback, never expecting such a thing.

"What is it?"

Old Joe unfolded the letter and glanced at it, only to find that he couldn't understand the words at all.

Let me see.

Ryan took it and found that it wasn't written in the common language of the continent, but he recognized the characters; it was the language of the Kingdom of Lotte.

Moreover, it wasn't the current Kingdom of Lotte, but the ancient Ancient Kingdom of Lotte. He had seen it in the ruins of the Temple of Desire, and Amabena had specifically explained it to him. Because the history of the Kingdom of Lotte had been interrupted, the culture and language of the new Kingdom of Lotte were very different from those of the ancient kingdom.

He didn't recognize the words on it, but figuring out what it said wasn't difficult.

The key question is, how did this thing end up on Old Joe? With his skills, how could someone have placed a letter behind his neck without him noticing?

Ryan and Jonathan exchanged a glance, and at the same time thought of one person.

"Old Joe, you should burn incense and thank the God of Desire his protection," Ryan said earnestly, patting Jonathan on the shoulder.

"Get lost! I'm the most devout believer in the Sun God, and I should be thanking the Sun God for his protection!"

Jonathan said, walking towards the door. "Keep this. I figured it was definitely for you. I'm just a messenger; my livelihood depends on this delivery fee."

He understood why he had come back alive.

And he swore that he would never provoke that terrifying City Lord again.

After Old Joe left, Ryan studied the letter for a while, then took out his belongings and contacted his silly daughter who was far away in the Northern Continent.

"Ah, Lord Ryan."

Amabena sat cross-legged on the bed, smiling as she asked, "Are you coming back?"

"No, I just need to ask you something... Can you recognize what's written on it?"

"This is on it? Wait, it's in Ancient Lothian. Who wrote you this letter?"

"Never mind that, just translate it for me."

Amabena learned the ancient language from her father, the king, from a young age. It is said that this language has always been a compulsory subject for members of the royal family. However, Ryan couldn't be sure how much her spendthrift father taught her, or how much her foolish daughter had actually learned.

Fortunately, Amabena did not disappoint Ryan this time and quickly translated the contents of the letter.

"Come see me in the City of Desire. —To Ryan Basque"

Hmm... Don't leave after school?

"Ryan, who wants to see you? How come this person speaks Ancient Lothian?"

"I'd like to know too." Ryan stroked his chin. "Amabena, is the ancient language only understood by your royal family?"

Amabena nodded. "Yes, and only those with the right to inherit the throne study it. My grandfather and my father were like that. Did my grandfather crawl out of his coffin to write you a letter?"

"Cough, cough! Can't you wish your grandfather for anything good?"

Ryan glared at him irritably. "That's none of your business. Go get some rest."

After saying that, he immediately severed all contact with the relics.

He feared that if he waited any longer, he would be driven to his death by this extremely filial daughter.

"But then again, only the Loth royal family would do that. Could the City Lord of the City of Desire be from the Kingdom of Lotte? He knows about my relationship with Amabena, which is why he specifically wrote to me in this language."

What era are we living in? Still writing letters? Can't they use magical letters? But magical letters are easily intercepted, which indirectly shows the importance of this letter. But why is the other party inviting me to the City of Desire? I've never even met this City Lord before!

Ryan had many questions in his mind.

He had considered Sylvia coming to him, and he had considered other high-ranking members of the church coming, but he had never considered the City of Desire.

The question now is, will he go or not?

An Eighth Tier transcendent being, stronger than Kars, must be accompanied by Witch K if going.

Speak of Cao Cao, and Liu Bei will appear.

Witch K has appeared.

She appeared silently in Ryan's room, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed at the air, and some kind of power exploded in her palm.

It was very powerful, but Witch K had complete control over it, so she didn't blow up the manor.

"Someone is watching you, and they're very strong." Only after doing this did Witch K speak.

"It must be the City Lord of the City of Desire."

"Oh? It's her?" Witch K was taken aback. "Why is she targeting you?"

"You know him?"

"I guess so. I fought her two hundred years ago."

"Who's winning?"

"I won by a narrow margin, but two hundred years have passed... well, I should still be the stronger one." Witch K smiled slyly. "Who told me to complete the transformation ritual?"

You seem quite smug. You, the so-called witch of Balshatt, have lived for over a thousand years and only managed to win a fight by sheer luck. What's there to be proud of? I find it shameful!

"What kind of person is that City Lord?"

"I don't know, I don't even know what she looks like, I just know she's a woman."

Witch K had no interest in the City Lord. She was just bored and wanted to have some fun, so she went to the City of Desire and accidentally caused some trouble, which led to a fight with the City Lord.

"... Wait, what trouble have you caused that made the City Lord take action?" Ryan was stunned. Old Joe had killed, set fires, and attacked elders in the City of Desire, and the City Lord hadn't even raised an eyebrow. It was only by going to the City Lord's mansion this time that he had gotten himself into trouble.

"It's nothing much," Witch K smiled. "We just blew up the statue of desire in the center of the City of Desire and destroyed a lot of relics."

Ryan: "..."

"You're awesome."

In short, Ryan could only think that Witch K was absolutely amazing.

Why are you asking so many questions? Why is she targeting you?

"It's nothing." Ryan handed over the letter. "K, you have to come with me to the City of Desire to see an old friend. I don't understand what she's up to yet, so if there's any danger, just blow up the idol of desire again."

Witch K: "???"

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National Day is definitely the least friendly day for authors; why do so many people choose to get married on National Day???

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Chapter 214 Entering the City of Desire, Old Joe's Love Affair?

Witch K thought Ryan must have gone mad.

Should she be sent to blow up the statue of desire?

Well, that's not a big deal. The problem is, if this explodes, won't the City of Desire chase them down half the continent?

She didn't care before, no matter how angry the City of Desire was, it couldn't do anything to her. But now it's different. The Primal Church has risen, and while the monks may run away, the temple can't. Especially Ryan, wouldn't he be hunted down day and night?

"There's no other way," Ryan said, shrugging. "What I mean is, if it's necessary, why would I blow up the idol of desire? Anyway, there's only one core principle: survival is the priority. As for the consequences, well, since it's called consequences, that's something for later."

Ryan didn't want to blow up the idol either, after all, the God of Desire had helped him quite a bit, right?

Moreover, blowing up the idol is like digging up someone's ancestral grave. Good deeds won't come true, but bad deeds will. No matter how much you worship on ordinary days, it's useless. Once you do something bad, you'll immediately suffer retribution, and you can even see ghosts in broad daylight.

"Hmm... I don't mind, as long as you're okay."

Witch K found it quite interesting.

If we were to cause another ruckus in the City of Desire...

Alas, these past thousands of years have been just too incredibly boring.