Lady Beauty

Lorry's first reaction was to detach himself from the concept of "Self," tossing it onto his desk like a burden before finally raising his gaze again.

Uh, did He just smile? Was it just my imagination? Thinking this, he felt awkward and didn't know how to react.

But his hand was already very consciously placed on his chest, and he tapped it four times clockwise.

"You made her lose control..." The Lady Beauty's gentle voice rang out, with a hint of intriguing smile in her tone.

After saying that, He calmly added:

"Although her condition became somewhat unstable due to the forced interruption of digestion, your role in it cannot be ignored."

"I'm really looking forward to your performance after you 'Advancement Demigod."

As soon as she finished speaking, Lady Beauty lowered her head and gently plucked the Seven-Stringed Zither in her arms, and invisible sound waves spread in all directions.

Clang!

The next second, His figure vanished inch by inch as if erased by an eraser.

"Call!"

Lorry broke free from the unprecedented tension, exhaled forcefully, and breathed rapidly as if a person about to suffocate had been given New Life lease on life.

He left just like that?

Did the Lady Despair from another Dimension simply disappear after playing Seven-Stringed Zither?

As the owner of the "Book of Dimensions," he felt the changes in the internal space as if he were witnessing them firsthand the moment the music began.

The Lady Despair in despair, instantly returned to normal.

Then, the figure disappeared from bottom to top, like an erased sketch.

That Seven-Stringed Zither is amazing... cough, of course, even more amazing is Him... With this thought flashing through his mind, Lorry devoutly praised the Goddess in his heart.

At that moment, guided by his Spirituality intuition, he suddenly looked north.

A black Airship sped through the low sky.

Where it passed, white new-style Face Mask fell like snowflakes, and loudspeakers repeatedly emitted a sound loud enough for everyone below to hear:

"Don't panic and loot, wear Face Mask, and stay away from crowds."

Avoid close contact with anyone exhibiting obvious symptoms.

"..."

On the streets and alleys, panicked people grabbed Face Mask was nearby as a last straw and put it on without hesitation.

They cautiously surveyed their surroundings, instinctively distancing themselves from anyone outside their family.

Inside the Earl Hall's Luxury Villa in Empress Borough.

"Airship?"

Audrey stood on the Terrace outside the Restaurant, gazing into the distance, with a large, obedient Golden Dog sitting at her feet.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her, turned around and saw Earl Hall looking exhausted. She quickly went to greet him, "Father."

Are you done with your work?

The Catastrophe struck so suddenly and unexpectedly.

So much so that Earl Hall, who had originally planned to spend the day peacefully chatting and drinking tea with his family, didn't leave immediately but instead dealt with one urgent telegram after another.

Earl Hall stroked his mustache, a clear smile spreading across his face.

"The problem has been largely resolved."

Goddess bless... Audrey, who had guessed the general idea from her father's expression, was confirmed once again, and the weight in her heart finally lifted.

She took Earl Hall's arm and asked as they walked inside:

Can you tell me about it, Dad?

"However, the air quality doesn't seem very good today. I'd like to go inside and talk."

Audrey's main concern was her father.

As Beyonder, her physical abilities far surpass those of ordinary people.

"Of course." Earl Hall nodded with a smile.

"I came to find you because of this, my little princess."

At this point, he glanced at his daughter with a complicated expression, recalling the latest telegram he had received, and felt a pang of unease.

His Your Excellency Saint Anthony made a special call to thank his family for their contributions.

This is all thanks to my youngest daughter.

Goddess above!

This is the second time she has provided information about the Evil God!

Although this led to him receiving more attention from the church and access to more political resources, his status in both the church and the political arena improved significantly.

But as a father, he really doesn't want a similar incident to happen a third time.

The father and daughter walked side by side.

The Golden Dog Susie wagged its tail and followed behind.

Suddenly, the two people and the dog seemed to sense something and turned their heads almost simultaneously, seeing a blue gale sweeping away from the northwest like a tidal wave.

The black and yellow fog that had spread to other areas was instantly blown away.

"Boom--"

Silvery lightning illuminated the heavens and the earth.

Soon, a light drizzle began to fall in Backlund, a wintery place.

"The Church of Storms has made its move!"

The father and daughter exchanged a glance, both understanding each other's thoughts.

A moment later.

The two went to the Restaurant and sat down.

Earl Hall recounted the events of the Catastrophe to his daughter in a low voice.

While her father was drinking tea, Audrey seized the opportunity to ask, "Dad, you just said that what that black Airship dropped were new types of Face Mask?"

"Yes." Earl Hall put down his teacup and nodded.

"It's the new type of Face Mask that can effectively block Virus, which was mentioned several times in the new book of the Bestselling Author Raven, who Death in the Line of Duty some time ago."

"It is said that they played a very significant role in today's events, conservatively estimated to have reduced casualties by at least 30%."

People who should have died barely survived; the seriously ill became mildly ill, and the mildly ill became slightly unwell.

"To be honest, I'd like to meet their owner—that businessman who supposedly returned from Lenburg, Fitz Posner."

He habitually fiddled with his handsome little mustache and muttered:

"His ability to be the first to think of using bestselling novels for advertising undoubtedly proves that he has a smart business mind and a keen business sense."

"And what happened today has shown everyone his remarkable foresight and immense courage."

The great banker and nobleman sighed:

"As far as I know, because of his outstanding contribution in this matter, the Church intends to secure him a Lord."

As he spoke, he added:

"Hereditary."

Audrey glanced instinctively at her older Hibbert, Hippo, and a number inexplicably came to mind: the price of donating a Lord was three hundred thousand pounds.

And the inheritance he would receive upon reaching adulthood was only slightly more than that...

On the Tussock River.

Having exhausted all his trump cards, "The Magician" Klein once again saw Mr. A's beautiful, otherworldly face, and his hateful gaze that almost materialized.

He forced down the Despair in his heart and threw the Match in different directions.

"Laugh--"

Mr. A sneered disdainfully, his long robe billowing as a gust of wind surged forth.

Call!

Extinguish all the Match!

"Damn little reptile!" Mr. A's lips curled into a smile, and a transparent, ethereal ancient book appeared before him. "I came, I saw, I Record."

Cough! Cough!

Just as Klein was trying to figure out what to do, he suddenly started coughing violently.

Suddenly, the two instinctively looked up into the air.

Her graceful figure quickly emerged, and she gently raised her hand towards Mr. A.

The next second.

Klein's dark eyes suddenly widened.

He saw Mr. A. A helpless before the unknown force, like a pencil sketch being erased from bottom to top by an eraser.

Mr. A has completely disappeared from the Real World!