Glory and Those Who Stand Behind / Little Brother-in-Law Steals the Brother-in-Law (Fog)

What you fear most is what will happen.

This is a common way people understand Murphy's Law... although that wasn't his original intention.

But let's just assume that's the case for now...

What's really interesting is that Pope Old Deng was clearly quite afraid of Cong Yu, the succubus in human form, having any contact with his daughter.

She even wailed on the other end of the phone.

However, his daughter still appeared in front of Cong Yu today, and even started chatting with Cong Yu after putting away the books.

With this kind of personality, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't seem like social anxiety.

Therefore, those previous statements were purely for Pope Deng to deceive himself... probably to dampen his own interest.

But heaven and earth can bear witness that Cong Yu herself really had no interest.

His ambitions lie elsewhere!

Cong Yu had absolutely no interest in chatting with girls with such strange personalities.

Even if Cong Yu starved to death here today, or jumped off the building, he would rather not talk to this child!

That stinky woman will only slow him down!

Cong Yu thought this a minute ago.

"By day, the saint led them in a pillar of cloud; by night, he gave them light in a pillar of fire, and led them toward the southwest toward the Promised Land."

A young girl, whose identity was that of the Pope's daughter, recited this aloud, adjusting her glasses as she spoke fluently.

"It's completely dark on the enemy's side, but there's light here, making it impossible for the enemy to attack."

"Moses stretched out his staff toward the Red Sea, and the Holy Spirit parted the Red Sea and the dry land with a strong wind, so that people could go into the sea and walk on dry land, with water on their right and left."

"Achieving the miracle of the 'wall'."

"..." Cong Yu seemed quite interested in this girl who seemed to have memorized the entire holy book...

It was as if he wasn't the one who thought, "For the sake of Pope Deng, I should avoid suspicion," just two minutes ago.

What's your last name?

The girl looked surprised at Cong Yu's words, but her tone remained stiff. "I thought you would ask me about the contents of the Holy Book... your surname Fanmilion."

This is only natural.

So here's the question.

Cong Yu looked at the bespectacled girl with great interest, and asked curiously, "That old man didn't choose you to be the next pope?"

The Snow Woman was also very curious.

Because the current papal candidate, Dente, was someone she had heard about from Takemikazuchi's description...

He seems like a complete loser, so much so that even Takemikazuchi would look down on him.

The girl in front of me seemed much stronger than Dente.

Also surnamed Fanmilion...

"Because I don't like overly noisy environments, and I don't really want to become the Pope."

The girl spoke freely about her topic, explaining, "To be precise, I faint if I see too many people at once."

That's enough.

Because a qualified pope absolutely must make public appearances, and every time he does, he will face the cameras of many reporters and onlookers.

Then she is indeed very unsuitable.

"..." In the silence, the Snow Woman decided to ease the awkward atmosphere herself... just like she had done at the negotiating table before.

When the atmosphere between Cong Yu and Oda becomes tense, Snow Woman will say something to change the subject.

"Well, so Moses was saved by God... while his enemies were buried by God in the sea."

As the Snow Woman said this, as a layman when it comes to gods and saints, her understanding is probably only slightly better than Dente's (laughs).

"Shouldn't God be fair? Why would He deliberately help Moses and his men?"

In response to the Snow Woman's words, the girl with glasses immediately replied, "Because God wants the world to know that He alone is God, and He wants to glorify His name."

The Snow Woman blinked, finding this even stranger. "Do gods need a reputation? Is that reasonable?"

Despite the Snow Woman's hesitation, the bespectacled girl showed no impatience and answered, "That's reasonable."

"Man cannot glorify himself, for he is not the greatest, the best, or the holiest... but holiness can."

"Because he does righteous and great things, he gains the world's favor and faith by being admired for his glory."

"..." The Snow Woman still tilted her head, not quite understanding.

Cong Yu seemed to understand something. He stood up and put the book he was holding back on the bookshelf behind him.

Cong Yu, lost in thought, felt as if she had grasped something, yet also as if she had grasped nothing at all, pacing back and forth.

The girl with glasses was gazing at Cong Yu's beautiful face and her long hair that shimmered in the light.

Her thoughts were hidden behind her glasses.

Then, Cong Yu's thoughts were interrupted by a wail...

"NO!!!!"

Cong Yu was taken aback, turned her head to look at the doorway, and found that the doorway where the girl with glasses had been standing was now occupied by a heartbroken old man.

The old man, his face full of sorrow and bitterness, pounded the wall. "So it was a diversionary tactic?"

"I'm so stupid, really. I only knew Cong Yu had Succubus Field, but I didn't realize I was using it at full power while reading the book."

"I was just discussing serious business with the China people, I never expected this... Waaah!!!"

The Pope, who was weeping uncontrollably, was met with indifference by Cong Yu, the Snow Woman, and even the girl with glasses.

No one spoke.

After performing a one-man show for a while, the Pope finally couldn't continue and moved his arm away, revealing a face without a single tear.

"Well..."

With a helpless sigh, the Pope shook his head and looked at Cong Yu: "So, do you have any leads on the matter of Divine Art?"

As he spoke, the Pope looked at his daughter, a rare hint of tenderness in his eyes. "Xia Luo reads books all day long; it must be helpful for your research, right?"

Seeing that the Pope had returned to normal, Cong Yu glanced at the girl named "Xia Luo": "It was a great help, but it still needs to be verified."

Although the Pope didn't quite understand Cong Yu's words, he nodded nonetheless. "Do you still need her to clarify things? If not, I'll take her to teach Dente."

I see. Is this Dente's holy book teacher?

She certainly qualifies, and in terms of seniority, "Xia Luo" should be considered Dente's...

Cong Yu shook her head, indicating that she didn't need it, while pondering the person's seniority... Unable to figure it out, Cong Yu gave up.

In any case, it's always good to be closer to family members.

"Well then, let's stop reading here for today... Let's go."

As Cong Yu spoke, he summoned the train of Jormungandr, while the Snow Woman was the first to step into the giant serpent's mouth.

Then, the Snow Woman, seated on the train, watched Cong Yu controlling the departure of the Jormungandr Train and spoke—

"So, what are you going to do next? Prepare to become a god?"

To the Snow Woman's words, Cong Yu shook her head. "No need to prepare... Just do what I've always done."

"In this modern age, there's no need to deliberately spread one's glory... Just do what you want to do, and glory will come naturally."

"..." The Snow Woman still didn't understand, but she didn't need to. She simply nodded and continued speaking as always, "Okay, just tell me if you need anything, and I'll be there for you."

As she said this, the Snow Woman paused, then added—

"As always."

Chapter 741 Brother-in-law steals brother-in-law (Just kidding)

Hello, would you like a newspaper?

The speaker was a young man in his early twenties, dressed in a neat and clean white shirt, holding a stack of newspapers in his hand.

His eyes had an indescribable languor and clarity... You could tell at a glance he was a college student from Wind City University.

Moreover, he is definitely a local, with three generations of his family having pure Wind City blood, and absolutely no outside blood.

The person he was talking to was a hooded boy who smelled of dirt and was looking around at the greenery and streets.

"I have no money."

Upon hearing the boy's answer, the newspaper vendor paused, then clarified his identity. "I distribute newspapers, I don't sell them."

They look similar, but there are still significant differences.

The former doesn't charge money.

In fact, very few people read newspapers nowadays, and even those who do are mostly elderly people; young people mainly rely on the internet for information.

However, Japan are an exception.

The Japan newspaper industry can't be described as "dying," it's more like "half-dead."

Some people are still subscribing to newspapers... but unfortunately, not many.

The newspaper office took one look and thought, "Oh no, we're not going to make any money!"

Faced with the choice between "closing down" and "converting to a non-profit organization, relying on the city for a living salary," many newspapers chose the latter.

This is how the job of "distributing newspapers" came about.

The hooded boy looked at the young man in front of him and nodded. "Then one, please."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man handing out newspapers became somewhat wary and started looking around suspiciously... making one wonder if he was really handing out a legitimate newspaper.

Then, the young man, who suddenly seemed to have a thieving air about him, handed over the entire stack of newspapers. "Take them all."

Speaking very softly, he shoved the newspaper into the boy's hand. "Your cloak can hold a lot, do me a favor... I want to get off work early."

"..."

"Is this okay? Please?"

Amidst the other party's pleas, the hooded boy was somewhat speechless before nodding, "Alright."

Then, watching the man leave in high spirits, the boy named "Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance" sighed.

Sure enough, no matter how many years have passed, the character of the people of Wind City will not change.

Thinking this, Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance, who had just gotten up from the ground, patted the dirt off his body, not sure if he had shaken it off completely.

I don't know how much time has passed, or what year it is now.

But looking at the surrounding decorations and greenery, it doesn't seem to have changed much since he died... it seems like only a few years have passed.

With that in mind, Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance decided to check the newspaper before going to see the 22nd Group, which might not have moved yet.

Let's take a look at what has happened in the past few years.

Then...

"..." After glancing at it twice, Eight Thousand Currents of Reversal and Compliance broke out in a sweat, looking hesitantly at the newspaper in his hand... or rather, at the news on it.

[The Church announced its support for Transformation Ritual involving freaks and magical girls, as a model of "savior acts."]

[World Destruction? A Tragic End? Xian Kui Online Debunks Rumors!]

[The Saint King: The greatest king in history... Learn about the past and present of the King of Wind City.]

[Will life be inconvenient after transforming into a monster? Listen to what the citizens of Wind City have to say after becoming monsters -- My wife is a magical girl, and we used to always worry about...]

[The toy manufacturer stated that rubber snake toys used to always sell poorly, but recently they've sold out completely for some unknown reason, and children are constantly complaining that the toy snakes are too small and not big enough.]