Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon

Chapter 227: Chapter 226 Angel Invitation

Chapter 227 -226 Angel Invitation

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The afternoon a day later, Shandela knocked on the door of the church’s underground base.

“Come in, the door isn’t locked.” Chaoyang had already seen her arrival through Xue Quan’s vision, so he spoke before she could introduce herself, “Is the investigation team’s business finished?”

He didn’t want to invest too much energy in the affairs of the Old Continent, so he had entrusted Shandela with handling the matter entirely.

“It’s finished, but not completely finished.” The latter sat down at the long table and said.

Chaoyang’s eyebrows twitched slightly.

Which transmigrator’s words had she learned this from?

However, he knew she would continue, so he did not ask.

“The Kingdom’s fleet has already left the harbor. Of the four people sent from the Old Continent to investigate, two returned with the ships, while the other two decided to stay here and continue observing for a while longer.” Sure enough, Shandela continued, “Those who went back are Sir Durin and Mr. Farrelan—if Mr. Farrelan wasn’t worried about the royal family only hearing one side from the knight, he would have planned to stay as well.”

It seemed that they would still be bothering Magnificent Castle for some time.

Chaoyang shrugged. “I heard they had an internal quarrel yesterday?”

“More than just a quarrel,” Shandela covered her mouth, unable to hide her amusement. “It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say it was a split. To stop the fleet from firing, Grandmaster Level Warrior Ryan shattered the flagship’s turret with a single sword stroke. The fleet’s commander was so furious at the time that he ordered Ryan to be shot. Unfortunately, he is a famous expert in the Kingdom, and no one dared to lay a hand on him. I’m sure the Commodore will heavily criticize Ryan in front of His Majesty and all the ministers when he returns.”

It was clear that the former city guard commander was not at all worried about Ryan’s future, and in fact, seemed quite pleased.

“This should be considered a serious violation of military discipline, shouldn’t it? You don’t seem too worried about him?”

“His Majesty isn’t the kind of rigid, petty person. He definitely wouldn’t blame Ryan for something like this. Anyone with eyes can see that Commodore Phineal’s reason for firing is no longer valid after Mr. Farrelan’s appearance.” Shandela paused for a moment. “Besides, it was the navy’s turret he destroyed, and the land forces will surely side with Ryan—after all, those people have been looking down on us for a long time because they have ships and cannons.”

Whoa, even here there’s a distinction between land and sea forces?

Chaoyang pursed his lips, “That’s for the best. After all, it was for the people of Magnificent Castle that he delivered that sword stroke.”

“He told me the same thing himself, so he hopes to obtain the status of a special envoy and receive your formal hospitality,” Shandela said earnestly.

Chaoyang was stunned for a moment. Was this self-promotion? “My hospitality? Why?”

She showed a look of dissatisfaction. “Don’t you have any self-awareness, Mr. Zhao? You’re already the de facto ruler of this city, and I think even if a new lord comes, that probably won’t change.”

“All right, all right, I’ll meet with him,” Chaoyang conceded. It was apparent that Shandela had no objection to the city’s control falling into the hands of a Divine Envoy of the church, but she was very concerned about any irresponsible statements or actions. “By the way, the warships of this era should be made of steel turrets, right? How did your predecessor smash it with a sword?”

“This era?”

“Err, I mean… with the current level of technology in the Old Continent.”

“I see.” Shandela nodded. “Ryan is no ordinary person. He is a Grandmaster Level Warrior and also possesses a Legendary Divine Artifact. Even in the entire Old Continent, there are very few people like him.”

“Grandmaster?” Chaoyang’s curiosity instantly spiked, “Is there a clear ranking for how strong a person can be? Are there levels above Grandmaster? Are you a Grandmaster Level Warrior?”

Shandela looked at him with an odd expression before shaking her head and saying, “You really know nothing about the Old Continent. The ranking system is said to have been proposed by an adventurer named Valeria two hundred years ago, and after many generations of improvement, it has become what it is today. You don’t look like you have the talent to be a warrior, so I won’t bother with the cumbersome requirements of the ranking, but to summarize, starting from Master level, it’s akin to having a noble title, followed by Grandmaster, and finally, Legendary. Although there are only about a hundred registered Grandmaster Level Warriors, the Church also has its own grading system and generally does not participate in this one. As for myself, I am still at the Master level.”

“The kind of Grandmaster or Legendary level people you’re talking about… can they stop bullets?” This was the question Chaoyang was most concerned about.

“What are you talking about?” Shandela said, holding her forehead, “Legendary warriors are still human beings; how can they stop bullets? Rather, warriors of that level would simply not let bullets hit them, and even if hit several times, could survive through their powerful recovery abilities. Add in secret magical artifacts, and their combat abilities are far beyond what ordinary people can comprehend.”

That made sense.

Chaoyang couldn’t help but think of Ge Wei. With the power of Ouroboros, she could single-handedly defeat an army of hundreds, and indeed, in some key battles, she could turn the tide with her own strength.

“By the way, do you have a personal secret magical artifact?”

Shandela candidly replied, “No. These things aren’t standard equipment for the military; you don’t just get one for advancing in rank. Without certain connections or financial power, even becoming Legendary doesn’t guarantee possession of one’s own secret magical artifact. For example, that sword belonging to our predecessor was a gift from a royal princess. Of course… I’m not keen on them. Overreliance on external objects only makes one forget the feeling of making personal progress.”

“If I ever come across a valuable secret magical artifact, I’ll give you one,” Chaoyang said.

“Pfft—” Shandela almost choked, “These artifacts aren’t cabbages; how could you just randomly find one?”

“You never know,” Chaoyang argued, catching a brief moment of interest in her eyes, despite her denial. A suitable weapon wasn’t as unattractive to her as she claimed. “The Paradise Master will guide me.”

“Even a Third Class Oddity’s secret magical artifact is worth quite a lot; better wait until you actually find one,” Shandela suggested.

After confirming the arrangements for Ryan’s banquet, Shandela left the base hall.

It wasn’t long after her departure that a familiar figure flashed in.

“Hi.”

It was Ailuodi. She waved her hand as if greeting and also as if fanning herself.

Chaoyang couldn’t help but smile, “Why did you only just come? Is the Skeleton Hand keeping you very busy?”

Ever since the nuclear bomb detonation, the Angel had been out of sight for a long time. At first, he was worried that something had gone wrong with her departure, but after calling to check and learning everything was normal, he had put his mind at ease.

“Well… not too busy,” Ailuodi said, walking up to him with her hands behind her back, then suddenly turning around and hopping to sit on the table, “What, you got bored without me around?”

“Didn’t get too bored, just ate an extra bowl of rice every day,” he replied.

“You—” Ailuodi’s voice suddenly rose before she lowered it again, “Demon!”

Even with his back to her, Chaoyang could sense her hesitation.

“Did you come to see me… because something happened?” he asked.

Ailuodi was silent for a moment before taking a deep breath, “Demon, can you accompany me to North America?”