Chapter 605: A Chance Encounter with Medici

The tides of time—this was a phrase Adam often liked to repeat.

Now, a new tide has emerged, one that deviates from what Adam had envisioned.

The reason for this deviation lies in the aftermath of Adam killing the Eternal Sun.

Initially, this might not have seemed significant, but sometimes, a small protruding reef can give birth to a new wave.

The tide of time stirred by Adam has now deviated from his expectations.

It's like a boomerang: once thrown, it always returns in the end.

Unfortunately, Adam likely doesn't understand the boomerang theory and won't realize that those who create the tides of time will eventually be affected by them.

In the Hall of Stars, Hastur watched the developments with a calm expression.

The current situation was generally favorable for him. It remained to be seen what Adam and the everNight Goddess would do next.

If they did nothing, the Kingdom of Feneport would be overrun in a year or two, the faith in the Earth Mother would collapse, and her anchor would become unstable.

Once the Fallen Mother and the Mother Tree of Desire exerted their power, her fate would be sealed.

At the border between the Kingdom of Feneport and the County of Disi in the Kingdom of Ruen, the frontlines were not as intense as in other areas, thanks to the support from Disi County.

However, the scent of war was gradually shifting in this direction.

In a hub city for transporting supplies, large-scale requisitioning of various foodstuffs had begun to support the frontline.

Some unscrupulous merchants raised prices, driving up the cost of food step by step. The kingdom, busy with the war, did not intervene in these minor matters.

"Grain is as good as gold. Look at this full warehouse; it's enough to exchange for a mansion's worth of gold pounds."

"Shh, keep it down. If those refugees find out we're hoarding food here, they'll definitely come and loot it."

"True, we should guard this place well. At least our families can rely on our jobs to get through this harsh winter."

In a large granary on the outskirts of the northern district, which publicly claimed to have sold all its grain, a few guards on duty were chatting idly.

The later it got, the more vigilant they needed to be, as some persistent refugees would come to pick up any corn kernels that might have fallen to the ground.

As night fully enveloped the area and the temperature dropped, white snowflakes began to spread once more.

In the dark environment, only two or three oil lamps provided light.

At this moment, a white figure approached slowly through the falling snowflakes.

"Is that a person?"

"A figure made of pure light?"

"That's not a person; it's the messenger of light that often appears at night!"

"I've read similar reports in the newspapers, saying that his appearance always brings hope and light."

"He's coming towards us. Could we be blessed tonight?"

As the guards excitedly discussed, they suddenly heard a chaotic sound of footsteps behind the silent figure, messy and disorganized in the snowy night.

They frowned and raised their dim oil lamps to see clearly.

"No, my God, there's a group of homeless refugees following him!"

"They're heading this way. Quick, extinguish all the lights; don't give them any direction!"

In a panic, they extinguished all the lights in front of the granary, but the figure of light continued to approach them resolutely.

When the figure appeared before them, his smiling expression seemed to pierce through all their clumsy actions and inner thoughts.

Before they could speak, the figure of light dissipated in front of them. Then, dozens or even hundreds of starving refugees followed the path of the light, broke through the barriers, and began to loot the hoarded grain in the granary.

The guards, seeing the overwhelming number of refugees, eventually joined in the looting.

Not far from this scene, on a city street, the streetlights illuminated the only bustling area, while the rest was shrouded in darkness.

Hastur sat outside a café window, opposite a familiar figure—Medici, the evil spirit who had escaped from the underground ruins of Backlund.

At this moment, Medici seemed to have freed himself from the entanglement of Soren and Einhorn, fully regaining control of his consciousness.

Hastur was not surprised to encounter Medici here.

Since the war in Feneport began, he had appeared nightly in various places as an incarnation of light, leaving behind legends of guiding light and hope.

Meeting the Red Priest, a symbol of war, only now seemed rather late.

It seemed Medici had only recently arrived in the Kingdom of Feneport, likely to avoid escalating the war earlier.

Hastur quickly deduced many things.

"Should I call you the Messenger of Light or the Stars?" Medici broke the silence first.

"Does it matter to you?"

"Yes," Medici nodded sincerely. "If you are the Stars, we are enemies. If you are the Messenger of Light and Hope, then this is our first meeting."

"Your faith in the Ancient Sun God remains unwavering."

Hastur had no intention of fighting tonight. He felt no animosity towards Medici and had no significant conflicts of interest.

Unlike Ouroboros, who possessed extraordinary characteristics that Will needed.

In the extraordinary paths of the Witch and the Red Priest, Hastur only had the little cat Aisala around him, who was far from Medici's level.

Medici leaned back slightly and smiled, "I don't like believing in a second existence; otherwise, I might have chosen to believe in the Stars."

"Unfortunately, your devout faith hasn't been reciprocated with equal value."

"Faith comes from one's heart, untainted by personal desires. Faith with ulterior motives is too filthy." Medici crossed his hands behind his head, looking relaxed and carefree, almost putting his feet on the table.

"I once made a deal with Adam, and to this day, he hasn't fulfilled it." Hastur glanced at Medici and said, "You have a Sequence 1 extraordinary characteristic that belongs to me. It's part of the price he paid to take away 008."

"Hahaha, I knew you, Medici, would be abandoned!"

A face appeared on Medici's left cheek, followed by another on the right, "You think suppressing our consciousness will restore your former glory as the Red Angel? In the end, you're just a pawn! You'll end up like that stupid snake Ouroboros!"

"No, your fate will be worse than that stupid snake!"

"Yes, Ouroboros followed the True Creator devoutly for so many years, and you've already been abandoned once."

"Being abandoned again is no big deal. Die with your devout faith."

"Adam and the True Creator are not good beings, and neither is the Ancient Sun God. No wonder the three Angel Kings chose to betray."

Faced with Soren and Einhorn's mockery, Medici smiled proudly, "Unfortunately, you now have no presence other than your mouths."

"Don't worry, we'll witness the day you're abandoned like a stray dog!"

"Wait and see." Medici was not angered. He lazily raised his right hand and pressed down on Soren's face on his right cheek, "In the meantime, taste what despair means."

Then he raised his left hand and pressed down on Einhorn's face, "Now, don't disturb my conversation with the Messenger of Light."

"Sorry for the disturbance; they are quite noisy." Medici still smiled, seemingly unaffected.

Hastur smiled and said, "They care too much about their noble status. Their insults are unoriginal. At the very least, they should mock you for being a dog to this extent. Don't you think?"

This time, Medici's expression tightened, his eyes cold as winter.

"Knowing Adam, he will fulfill our deal and personally deliver a Conqueror's extraordinary characteristic to me. He won't wait too long because I'm catching up."

Seeing Medici's silence, Hastur glanced at the street and said softly, "Your arrival signifies the escalation of the war. Are you here to bid farewell to the Earth Mother?"

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