novelraw Chapter 750 750: 397 Goo! This is impossible! (5K, the group exploded, seeking comfort!)_3
Chapter 750 750: 397 Goo! This is impossible! (5K, the group exploded, seeking comfort!)_3
Flora's smile was rather playful, her lips silently mouthing towards Kreti: "Congratulations!"
!!?
Seeing Kreti's bewildered expression, Evelyn's long unchanged expression finally showed a significant shift.
"Thank you."
Her lips, having been rigid for who knows how many years, awkwardly curled up into a subtle arc as she whispered a thank you to the demon whose "racial base logic" had been impacted:
"Thank you for killing my... parents."
Kreti: ???
What nonsense are you spouting?!
...
...
A moment later, after sincerely finishing her thanks, Evelyn didn't linger. She quickly turned and left.
As she walked away, her expression was no longer one of ordinary calmness but instead one of unburdened relief.
In contrast, Kreti's expression was intensely rigid.
Miss Devil was standing there with a constipated look, countless questions flashing in her mind.
"What just happened?"
"That guy came to thank me..."
"Huh?"
"No, why?"
"Who in their right mind would thank a demon?"
Unable to understand, she scratched her head and tugged at her hair.
"What do you mean 'you killed the noble and helped the country escape a fate of destruction'?"
"What do you mean 'thank you for killing my debauched marquis parents, freeing the slaves'?"
"What do you mean 'I've been looking for you all these years, and there are many others like me who want to thank you'?"
Kreti understood the literal meaning of the words, but she really didn't want to acknowledge the content.
Did a malicious act turn into something good?
"Could it be that over these years... I've actually been doing good deeds?"
Are you saying that my life of murder and arson, self-proclaimed as living on the edge, ultimately, those misdeeds were actually good and virtuous?
"I can't accept this!"
With her demonic common sense and dignity, Kreti could not possibly accept this insane reality.
No, this can't be true.
How could I be the great benefactor Evelyn spoke of?
How could I be the biggest helper in the destruction of a decaying noble dynasty?
What a joke!!?
Do not underestimate the evil deeds committed by a demon!
I never fought for the freedom you speak of!!?
I did it to bring myself joy!
I...
"So, are you happy now?"
After observing for a while, Flora suddenly asked, adding insult to injury.
"Happy? Ha!"
Kreti widened her eyes at these words, rolling them before huffing: "What a joke!!? How could I be happy?"
"Really?"
Flora raised an eyebrow, then pulled out a round mirror and placed it in front of Kreti, saying faintly, "You should take a look at your current expression before saying that."
Expression?
What kind of expression do I have now?
Kreti instinctively took the mirror, looking at her reflection.
!!?
Gulp.
No, it can't be!
How could I be... smiling?
"Gulp! This can't be, this absolutely can't be!"
"This... uh!?"
And just when she kept turning the mirror, trying to see from every angle, the calm mirror surface suddenly began to tremble.
In the next moment, the intact mirror suddenly split with a huge crack without any external force.
Crack!
"Um!!?"
Just when Kreti was in shock about what had happened, Valentina, who was slacking off, suddenly rushed over, pulling her behind.
Valentina, with a serious expression, shielded both of them while facing the direction of the mirror's crack, letting out an intimidating low growl towards the empty corner.
"Ha!!!"
...
...
At the same time.
In some past moment, Herbert was obediently listening to the teachings of the Sun Pope.
This Saint, whom Herbert had never met before, showed unexpected forbearance towards him.
Even when Herbert deliberately put on an arrogant attitude to test him, the other party, like a kind old man, indulgently tolerated the child's audacity.
No matter what questions Herbert posed, the Sun Pope patiently answered them all.
But the more tolerant he was, the more uncertain Herbert felt inside.
The Archbishop's favoritism towards his own makes sense, after all, it's family, not something to be smacked to death with a slap.
But you, sir, what's your reason for allowing me such insolence?
Herbert pondered quietly for a moment, and suddenly his eyebrows raised sharply.
"Hiss..."
Looking at the Sun Pope who seemed like the kindly grandpa next door, Herbert, driven by his mischievous desires, couldn't resist playing a bigger game.
Why not try?
Hmm... might as well try!
Thus, Herbert, with utmost seriousness, looked at the Sun Pope and unexpectedly asked a question that was tremendously taboo and disrespectful for any follower of the Sun God.
He asked:
"Your Holiness, do you think..."
"Could the Sun God possibly be a goddess?"
Poof—
The elder, who had been amiable and kind all along, finally couldn't hold it in anymore, directly spurting out the "coffee" in his mouth.
The coffee turned into a brown mist scattered everywhere, all blown by the wind to the ground on one side—Herbert had calculated the angle beforehand to ensure he wouldn't get sprayed.
"Cough! Cough cough... you!"
The old man was so infuriated that his voice trembled, his finger pointing at Herbert shook, and he glared angrily at the innocent-looking boy.
"What sort of thing are you saying!!?"
"Impossible!"
The Sun Pope angrily slapped his thigh, fuming: "That kind of thing is absolutely impossible!!!"