Chapter 138 138: Master, Nova Wants To Change Part 1



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"Sorry for the delay. I will try to publish the remaining two chapters after I come back from college. However, I will release today's second chapter in the next 30 minutes."

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"Puting it simply, the answer to this question is quite easy."

"Apart from Karl, there is another key figure in the middle, Minister Charl"

After Renji told all this to Nova, the Dragon Empress was initially shocked. Nova had never imagined that the real Karl had passed away in the 214th year. Following that revelation, her pupils quickly turned into purple eyes, filled with anger.

"So for the next fifty-six years, was the "Karl" by my side actually fake?"

Karl was considered a close friend by Nova. After all, Karl was one of the few remaining people who could still be with her, a comrade who had fought alongside her in the battles led by Master Ashen.

The thought that someone dared to desecrate Karl's corpse and impersonate him for so many years brought a sense of guilt and self-blame to Nova. This guilt and self-blame turned into a sentence uttered by Nova, filled with endless anger.

"Master, I'm going to bring Charl here right now."

Indeed.

Bringing Charl over immediately seemed like the most direct and simple solution. Renji believed that by questioning Charl, they could uncover the truth about those past years. However, Renji shook his head.

"Nova, Charl is not the key. The key lies behind Charl."

"Are you talking about Miyuki?"

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"Which tribe are these people from, and what do they want to do?"

"I seem to recognize them. They are that group of revolutionaries!?"

"Why are they coming over? Are they here to take things again? Haven't they seen that our Lizardmen tribe is in this state!"

"Oh well, those of us hiding in the back, forgetting the glory of our tribe, have no right to talk about them."

In the midst of the sighs of most Lizardmen members, the discussions abruptly stopped as the aroma of food wafted through. Following behind the figures of the revolutionary army, the enticing smell silenced the noisy discussions.

Several demi-humans instinctively brightened their eyes, lifted their heads, and the Lizard's large noses sniffed the air vigorously. Eventually, everyone found the source of the fragrance.

Seeing this scene, Renji's mouth curved into a smile. Regular cooking might not achieve this effect, but with the carefully selected "special attacks" in his recipes tailored for demi-humans, the allure of the food was infinitely amplified.

In the game, cooking, usually just a way to "raise affection" unexpectedly shone brightly in the second playthrough.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chief Losa stood up as agreed and began to explain to the tribe. However, it wasn't really necessary; the thunder hammer raised high in his right hand had already silenced any objections.

"Mom, what's that?" Some young demi-humans, unfamiliar with the thunder hammer, didn't understand why their parents were so excited, even trembling as they held their hands.

The female demi-human crouched down, picked up her child, allowing them a better view.

"Do you remember the stories I often told you about our ancestors and the Great Emperor?"

"Remember, remember! They are saviors, great heroes, relying on each other, the most reliable partners!"

"This hammer is a symbol of the friendship between our ancestors and the Great Emperor. So my child, look carefully. Make sure to remember its appearance. This way, not only will our ancestors bless you, but the 'Great Emperor' will also surely protect you."

"Really! I will try my best to see clearly, and I will never forget it in my whole life!" The young demi-human widened their eyes, imprinting this moment deep into their memory.