Jennifer Davis
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"What son asks such vile questions to his mother?" Lady Aurora barked. Sylvester just realized that in his old mindset, he forgot to realize Xavia was supposed to be his elder, not the other way around. Honestly, talking about all these things didn't matter to him as he didn't care. But there was certainly a problem here. He clarified in a more technical way. "What? I wish to help mum, that's why I'm asking. You tell me, how do you maintain your bust from bouncing around when in a fight? Or on a…-
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"I refuse!... Your Majesty." "..." "But why? All the riches! All the comforts of being royalty! You won't ever have to go on life-threatening missions either!" King Highland asked, appearing saddened. But Sylvester smelled the same scent as the last time—lies. For some reason, he realized King Highland was lying to him. His persona of being kind and gentle was likely not false, but this one thing about adopting him was definitely a lie. Why? He'd have to find out on his own. "This is my life now. All…
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Sylvester didn't know why King Highland wanted to see him, but he knew that the man could be worth a lot if he could somehow win his fondness, even more so as an ally since the King was also a Grand Wizard, along with his wife. 'As long as I can somehow manipulate this king to be kind to me, I will never have to worry about power… and maybe one day he can help me in the fight to become the Pope.' He planned to meet the man silently. But, at the same time, he strongly reminded himself that other people…
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Five days ago. After Sylvester went to do his meditation, Grandpa Monk got busy making his non-alcoholic but effective sunshine nectar, as it was his best pass time with his adopted son, the current Pope. Even the Pope nowadays came to help him in the evening, and like two mad muscular men with exposed torsos, they brewed it in the open. Bam! "Old man, let's go and brew your sunshine nectar! Tonight, we shall finish the final recipe!" The Pope entered the little shack of the Grandpa Monk by kicking the…
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Sylvester wondered if the whole thing was a joke by one of the guards in the Soul Peninsula. But again, why would they do something like this? So either this was the story of the most debaucherous knight or the most unlucky Count. He wondered if the Count's children were even his own. Heck, did the Count's bloodline even survive? Grandpa Monk laughed after seeing Sylvester's deep-thinking face and poured him some more tea. "Here, freshen your mind of that filth now. Don't think much about it. I tried and…
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Sylvester left the Pope's Palace and headed to the Bright Mother's housing on his horse. He needed to plan things out for the coming years and find a way to get stronger fast. "Chonky, you're supposed to be a thousand years old. Don't you have some secret technique worth learning? Some funny drunken master, monkey art, or swan dance martial art or something?" He jokingly asked the cat, who enjoyed the wind while sitting on the horse's head. Chonky looked back at him and nodded. "I do.... Eat banana, and…
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"I meant the murals, holy father," Sylvester quickly elaborated. However, he was also a bit shocked as to why there were so many naked men on the walls and the ceilings. This was not art, this was simply annoying public indecency, and the fact that all men must go through this hallway to reach the Pope's office ensured that everyone saw it every time. So he could feel that the 24th Pope must have some hidden desires for making this. Or maybe he was the opposite of those horny Bright Mothers. "Bwahaha...…
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"What!" The three exclaimed together. Lady Aurora kept healing Sylvester's face and responded with great respect for the man that the world feared. "Of course, not blood-related. He's a proper clergyman, after all. When I was little, just eight, my village was sold by the Baron of the region because he could not pay the money he borrowed from the Count. "It happened even though it was all illegal. And then… the villagers were sold. Unfortunately, they sold my parents to someone else while I was sent to…
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Sylvester appreciated that the big man trusted him enough to feel that he wouldn't lie about such things. "Thank you. What happened there truly disturbed me. The people didn't deserve to be left to evil's whims like that. If possible, we should also investigate the Archbishop responsible for that region back then. As far as I remember, the town chief told me they sent him a letter of grievance and complaint after their ordeal… but they never received a reply." Crack! Sylvester was taken aback. The Lord…
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Sylvester thought about what Sir Dolorem said. He was shocked by how much trust the man had put in him. So much faith and worship as if he was not the bard but the god, almost to the point that he felt terrible because, in the end, he does not really believe in Solis and is just scamming the world. But nobody needed to know that. It was a secret that he shall take to his grave, same with his reincarnation aspect. Some words are meant to never be spoken loud, as they might get you burnt on a pyre. "Sir…
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