Chapter 107: Kowtow to Him!

Chapter 107 Give Him a Kowtow!

"Meow!!!!!!!!"

With its front paws planted and hind legs stretched back, Purr stood erect, every single hair on its body bristling on end!

Count Recar leaned back slightly, gazing at the Purr before him, and asked:

"Are you cheering me on, urging me to do everything I can to kill him?

But, why does it feel just a little unlike that?"

Purr declared firmly: "You cannot kill him, he is the one I have chosen!"

Count Recar’s mouth fell wide open,

staring at the cat,

and asked:

"He is the man you chose?"

"..." Purr.

"Are you actively cooperating in his experiments? Have you lost your mind to infatuation? Like those fools, willing to betray and abandon their own family for the sake of some romance?"

"Are you out of your mind!"

Purr shrieked loudly,

"Tonight, Gloria IX intended to use this seed, nurtured with the blood of my Allen kin; we were truly forced into a corner with no other choice, which is why he went to awaken you, to have you deal with the nuisance that is the Queen!"

"Hehehe..."

Count Recar began to laugh,

extending a finger to point at his own face,

and asked:

"Do you take me for an idiot?"

"..." Purr.

"An existence within the Church of Order capable of awakening me, equivalent to an Archbishop of the Wien region, cannot handle a mere Queen of Wien?

He wouldn't even need to lift a finger; a word sent through his people would have the entire Gloria family on their knees before him to beg for forgiveness!

Would he really need to specifically awaken me to resolve such a problem?

Hahahahaha..."

"The one who awakened you is merely a divine servant."

"Uh..." Count Recar.

"Within the borders of the Kingdom of Rylan, there is a city called Logia, and there lives a family known as the Imers.

Due to certain matters, I broke away from my family and lived with the Imers for a hundred years.

I watched his grandfather grow up from a mere child."

"His... grandfather?" Count Recar asked in bewilderment, "My time is limited, and you actually want to start the story from his grandfather?"

"Because to speak of him, one must begin with his grandfather; there is no way to bypass his grandfather.

His grandfather, named Dis, was an inquisitor of the Church of Order."

"Heh..." Count Recar had already expressed clear dissatisfaction with this tale.

"In his youth, he condensed a fragment of a divine spark."

Recar's eyes widened, the blue expanse deep within his sockets expanding along with them, looking like a pair of blue lanterns embedded in his skull:

"Has the Church of Order become so terrifying now that even an inquisitor can condense a divine spark fragment?"

"No, because he only wished to be an inquisitor; being an inquisitor was merely one of his identities."

"Oh, so that is how it is... His grandfather was an Elder of the Holy Temple of the Church of Order, then?"

Recar nodded,

"With a grandfather who was a Temple Elder, it is only natural to cultivate someone like him, an Archbishop of the Wien region level."

Clearly, in Count Recar's understanding, he still believed Karen was an Archbishop-level figure of the Wien region.

"Then, in his middle age, Dis condensed yet another divine spark fragment."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Count Recar began to cough; his body had long lost the physiological function to cough, as his heart and lungs were entirely stagnant, but this was a habitual movement from memory, and then, he coughed up a pool of black water; looking at this puddle of black water, he himself forgot what his very last meal before death had been.

"Then, in his old age, Dis condensed a third divine spark fragment."

Count Recar stared intensely at Purr:

"Are you certain you are not telling me a fable? The kind of story that belongs in a mythological overview of a sacred church?"

"This is the truth. Dis condensed three divine spark fragments in total, and then he refused to enter the Holy Temple of Order; for this reason, he even fought a battle against the Elders of the Holy Temple."

"Fought a battle?"

"He had his younger self carry a divine spark fragment into the space where the Holy Temple of Order resides and detonate it directly, striking terror into the Temple.

He had his middle-aged self borrow the teleportation arrays of the Church of Order, traveling rapidly and repeatedly to reach the territory of York City, just to help our Allen family kill the patriarch of our mortal enemy, the Raphael family."

"The Raphael family?" The blue within Count Recar’s eye sockets began to spin in circles, "I only remember that back in my fleet, there was a wretched-faced fellow specifically responsible for helping the crew contact prostitutes on shore, seemed to be named Raphael."

"That must be him. His family had always been subservient to the Allen family, but after growing powerful, they turned back, beginning to devour the Allen family; they have already seized seventy percent of the family's business, seriously threatening the family's survival and safety."

Count Recar spread his hands,

nearly growling:

"This Raphael's family almost swallowed my Allen family?

No,

No,

Hold on,

Furthermore,

In your narrative, that Dis, that Dis who condensed three divine spark fragments, he used a clone, a clone possessing a divine spark fragment, which is also a Temple Elder!

This Temple Elder specifically used the teleportation arrays of the Church of Order to come to Wien, all just to kill a Raphael?"

Clearly, compared to the decline of the Allen family, the latter choice struck Recar as even more utterly inconceivable!

"Yes." Purr nodded.

"Which idiot made that decision?" Recar asked.

"Him."

Purr extended a paw, pointing at old Anderson, who had long since fainted on the ground.

This former patriarch, currently holding the highest status in the Allen family, had remained unconscious here all this time, and consequently, had been completely ignored.

"He deserves to be thrown into the sea to feed the sharks," Recar said. "No, throwing him into the sea feels like it would only defile the ocean I so love."

Pu'er nodded and said:

"When I found out that they, on a purple bookmark... you know what a purple bookmark is, right?"

"An official document that only the temple elders of the Order of Light are qualified to issue. It represents the will of the Order of Light, originating from the Light of Order outlined in their mythos."

"On that bookmark, they wrote Raphael's name."

"Slap!"

Recar slapped his own face.

"So, what you mean is, the family wasn't kept in captivity, but rather, without even being captive, they have already turned into a nest of idiots?"

"Yes."

"Suddenly, I feel like being kept in captivity would have been better," Recar said. "At least then, they wouldn't have to go out and make fools of themselves."

"Uh... there is really no need to discuss this issue. Let me keep going, your time is running short."

"Mm."

"The young Diss blew himself up within the dimension where the Temple of Order resides, striking awe into the Order of Light;

The middle-aged Diss, after fulfilling his bookmark agreement with my Allen family and killing Raphael, presented his shard of divinity to the Temple of Order as a gift;

The elderly Diss, who is the Diss of today, after surrendering two shards of divinity in succession, chose to return home and sink into a deep slumber, warning the Temple of Order never to covet the Inmoles family again. Once his lifespan reaches its absolute limit, the final shard of divinity will also be handed over to the Order of Light."

"I can understand him," Recar said. "Only after a lifetime of brilliance does one feel that home is the ultimate harbor. This feeling, in truth, I had already experienced before I died."

"Oh, and prior to that, Diss also used a blood sacrifice to drain all the spirituality from the descendants of the Inmoles family, sparing only Karen—the very one who summoned you awake."

"Which means, he is now the sole bloodline heir of that family?" Recar quickly grasped the crux of the matter. "The sole heir of a bloodline capable of birthing a Diss!"

"Furthermore, he is a soul that descended through a transcendent god-descending ritual."

"A transcendent god-descending ritual?"

"Did you see that dog?"

"The dog?" Recar nodded. "When I first climbed out of the grave, I saw it. That dog is highly extraordinary."

"The evil god summoned by the transcendent god-descending ritual was sealed within that dog's body."

"An evil god is sealed inside that dog?" Count Recar was somewhat dazed. "Then what about him?"

"He squeezed out the evil god, inherited Karen's body, became the new Karen, and is the heir chosen by Diss himself."

"Squeezed out... an evil god?"

"Yes, so now the evil god has no choice but to be a dog."

"Heh... I no longer think of this as a story, because even a story wouldn't dare be written this way."

"Additionally, before Karen was purified—back when he was still just an ordinary person—he could already use 'Awakening', a spell that only those at the Inquisitor level of the Order of Light can deploy.

He mentioned that he met with you last time. When he met you, he hadn't been purified yet; he was still an ordinary person."

"This..." Recar now recalled his first meeting with Karen, suddenly sensing that something had been amiss. In the beginning, the look the boy gave him clearly contained emotions that should not belong to an Archbishop, though the boy later grew very calm.

So, the beginning was a genuine manifestation, and what followed was an act?

"Diss fell into a deep slumber, wishing for his family to detach from the church in the future and live the life of ordinary people. But Karen wishes to see the true splendors of this world, so Diss paved the path for him.

The Allen family is his first stop after leaving home."

Pu'er turned her head, glancing once more at the unconscious Old Anderson lying on the ground. "You might call him stupid, yet he can still give you a bit of a surprise. On the first day I accompanied Karen into the Allen Manor, Anderson arranged for Karen to sit at the head of the family dining table, and surrendered the master bedroom and the study to him, effectively making him the current patriarch of our Allen family.

It was precisely for this reason, when facing Queen Gloria's desire to use the blood of the Allen family as nourishment, that he would attempt to awaken you.

Awakening you must have required a tremendous price. Before that, his heart must have been filled with trepidation, yet he did it anyway. Thus, he treats the Allen family quite well."

"He is the sole bloodline heir of the family where that Diss belongs?"

"Mm."

"He is a soul that displaced an evil god under a transcendent god-descending ritual?"

"M-hm~"

"He could awaken a corpse when he was still an ordinary person before purification?"

"Mm..."

"Bang!"

Count Recar slammed his palm against the dining table,

Stood up,

And directly roared:

"Then hurry up and gather all the eligible females of the clan to let him breed!!!"

Pu'er extended her paw, gently pressing down on the arm of Eunice, who was still fast asleep nearby.

Count Recar turned his head, looked toward Eunice,

And said in a deep voice:

"I am an idiot."

Pu'er nodded vigorously,

And said:

"Originally, according to the plan, after resolving the matter of Queen Gloria, he would take her away to live together.

Moreover, their wedding date would be officially put on the agenda, because no other factors could obstruct this process anymore.

I know him; he is somewhat reluctant to take on responsibility, but with her, he has kissed her, he has held her, and he still carries some moral constraints and burdens..."

"Just kissing and holding is nothing," Count Recar said.

Pu'er rolled her eyes, addressing this elder whose generational rank was higher than her own and who had once brought the Allen family to true glory:

"Not every man is like you, an irresponsible scumbag."

Pu'er sat on the table,

Continuing:

"Now look what you've done. You gave her a bloodline awakening, and her bloodline density happens to be extremely high, as if after the family bloodline decayed to a certain point, this generation finally produced a genius to save itself.

But she has to sleep for half a year! Half a year!

Don't you think your hands were just itching for trouble!!!"

"It is lethargy for half a year, not a coma."

"You can't date when you are lethargic," Pu'er said.

"But it doesn't hinder going to bed."

"..." Pu'er.

"Nor does it hinder getting pregnant and having children," Count Recar said. "When pregnant, one is supposed to sleep more anyway; it is good for the fetus."

"Scum."

Even Purr, who had always found romance to be a dry and tedious affair, found it somewhat hard to bear after hearing Count Recar's words.

Realizing he had done something wrong, Count Recar placed both hands on his forehead with a sense of helplessness and tapped it.

When others did this, it was a fleshy, snapping sound,

but he was now basically skin and bones, so it actually produced the sound of a beating drum: thud, thud, thud!

"My calculations were insufficient. No, I thought too much.

When he first saw me, he claimed to be a son-in-law of the Allen family, and the ocean gave me its validation.

I began to suspect whether he had already kept or controlled the Allen family, because in reality, he must have stood before my tombstone.

By the time I was awakened,

I saw a crippled collateral descendant of the third order sitting in a wheelchair."

"He is of the direct line."

"The point is that he's a waste."

"Mm." Purr agreed with this point.

"Then I saw a waste who followed another system of faith—no, he isn't quite a waste; he seems to have walked rather high.

After that, I saw that mysterious dog again, and then a deviant demon using an array that clearly bore the imitative aura of the Church of Principle!

He told me again

that Queen Gloria was waiting for me.

Before I entered the master bedroom, I heard the queen of this generation outside, shouting over and over again: Freedom, freedom, freedom!

So I thought she was being kept too.

For the sake of Gloria III, I granted this generation's queen her release, because I felt that death, for her, was also a kind of freedom."

"Though your direction of understanding was wrong, by killing her, your result can be considered correct. She wasn't a kept swine, but the greatest crisis of tonight."

"Then, I brought over the three descendants within this ancient castle whom I felt had the most potential. As for you, I didn't scan you; I sensed you, because the level of your faith system is very high, even if you are a cat.

Besides, I also saw those portraits in the study. I saw a black cat, which was truly conspicuous."

"Mm."

"Then, why is my portrait gone?

Do you know how long I endured the disgust of stroking Gloria III's backside just to get the artist to paint that picture for me!"

"It was just taken down to be used for a bit. It will be hung back up tomorrow."

"Oh, so that's how it is.

Originally, I wanted to launch a sneak attack on him immediately upon crawling out of the grave.

But at the thought that I had to face the Archbishop of the Wien region, even if he had surely paid a price to awaken me, I still hesitated a bit.

Besides, before attempting a sneak attack, I wanted to come home first to see my clansmen and pick out a few with potential to settle them.

In addition to that, another reason was that when I first crawled out of the grave, I had a strange sensation, and it wasn't until I actually moved my hands that I truly realized—by virtue of death, my family's faith system had been elevated, allowing me to comprehend the ultimate of the water attribute.

If I had possessed such clear perception when I first crawled out of the grave,

I might have struck him then and there, because he likely misjudged the grade of my faith."

"Believe me, if you had struck him then, he would have been crushed to death by you in an instant. Though he has undergone divine revelation, I don't even know if he counts as divinely revealed now...

However, it's a good thing you didn't do so. Otherwise, I—our Allen family—would truly be finished."

"This is the Allen family's opportunity!" Count Recar said.

"Yes."

Count Recar cast another glance at Eunice, and then looked back at Purr:

"You actually... can do it too."

"I am a cat, thank you."

"You walk the path of fire. If the water attribute I walk requires death to reach the ultimate of the progenitor, then you require rebirth. If you can change from a cat back into a human, that would be rebirth.

When the time comes, if you find a way to recover to the ninth order, the shackles of the tenth-order fire attribute might no longer exist.

Most importantly, if you can turn back into a human, you can with him..."

Purr rolled its eyes: "I am more like a sacred artifact now, so barring any accidents, after he grows up, I will coexist with him."

"Coexistence. That is a relationship countless times closer than husband and wife."

"Of course."

"So, is he willing?"

Purr froze for a moment and asked, "Why do you ask that?"

"I mean, there is still a dog by his side."

"You think I can't compare to a stupid dog?" Purr felt as if it had suffered a tremendous insult, standing up and waving its claws, "How could I possibly lose to a stupid dog!"

"That is a dog of an evil god. In a comparison of soul level and development potential, which aspect do you have that can win against it?

If I were him, I would choose that dog for coexistence and wouldn't choose you. You are just a sacred artifact; finding a low-tier sacred artifact for show would suffice, and that dog is completely capable of becoming just like you.

The essence of coexistence is a bond formed by two souls relying on a sacred artifact as a support. The role of the supporting object itself isn't all that large."

"That stupid dog is male! That evil god is also male!"

Count Recar's teeth began to grind, emitting a sound akin to laughter:

"Jie jie... since when has gender been considered a problem?"

"..." Purr.

Count Recar spread both arms out, propping them against the back of the chair behind him:

"My time is running out. By dawn, I will probably turn completely into a puddle of dead flesh.

Oh, in my current state, there isn't even much flesh left. I couldn't even fetch a price if sold to human flesh traffickers.

Do you know, out on the sea, once difficult times are encountered, trafficking human flesh is a very normal thing. Once you get used to eating it, sometimes even when grain is abundant, you'll still crave that bite. Different people have different flavors."

Purr cast a glance at the unconscious Judia.

"She actually called me father the moment she saw me, hahaha. I can feel that she is very much like me. The flow of her water attribute has a kind of resonance with me."

"She belongs to the Gloria family. She is a seed you once left in the Gloria family."

"No wonder she could give me a sense of closeness. Then she really is my daughter—the daughter of myself and Gloria III."

"It was Gloria III's daughter who helped you give birth to her." Purr mocked, "It seems you do know shame after all, wishing to obscure it."

"Oh, is that so? Which of her daughters helped me bear a descendant? I can't remember clearly."

"..." Purr.

Count Recar subconsciously reached out a hand and stroked Judia's hair,

Slowly, he spoke:

"Years ago, when I was drifting and making my way across the vast ocean, the concept of home never even crossed my mind. I always felt that the sea was my true home.

It wasn't until after that great battle, when I lost so many of my men and was wounded myself, that I felt a touch of weariness toward the sea for the very first time.

The exact moment I stepped onto dry land,

I suddenly felt a wave of emotion, and a sense of fortune;

Because I knew that there had always been a place on land, waiting for me to return.

You said you wandered out there for a century, so surely, you must understand this feeling?"

"Yes," Purr murmured in response. "It is the same."

"When you look at this pack of worthless, foolish descendants, you get furious, yet you still can't help but look out for them. In truth, there is hardly any real familial affection left with those useless fools.

It is solely for the sake of the name 'Allen' family, hoping that it will endure forever.

Because it is a form of sustenance nestled deep within your soul.

As it turns out, even if you have already died, when you come back to life and see that the family is still around, it is quite comforting, ha ha ha."

Purr nodded silently.

"Ah, back when I first became a pirate, being captured and taken prisoner wasn't unheard of. I've been hung from a flagpole begging for mercy, knelt before powerful rivals to grovel, showed my submission, begged for forgiveness, and pleaded with them not to band together to crush me. Ha, such things were all too common;

Though every single person who forced me to beg and kneel eventually died by my fists, for me, speaking pretty words and playing the flatterer was never a difficult task to begin with.

Pirates live on the great sea, so it is only natural to rise and fall with the waves.

Therefore, while I still have my wits about me..."

"What are you planning to do?" Purr asked.

Count Recar stood up,

Readjusted the hat upon his head,

And said:

"Go and kowtow to him, of course!"

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There will be more tonight, but everyone can read it tomorrow morning, because sometimes I ponder and design the plot very slowly, and I do not want to write in a rush just to fulfill a quota.

Finally, I humbly ask for monthly tickets. Everyone does not need to wait until the end of the month; if you have monthly tickets, please cast them for us.