I kissed the statue at the beginning and I vomited all over the floor

Chapter 187 The Old Guys with Ulterior Motives

Alduin lost his composure.

Alduin, who always dresses flashily and hardly cares about anything, is now in a state of extreme mismanagement.

Even when the wild giants attacked the Frostbeard tribe, this old frost giant had never lost his composure like this.

From Ivan's perspective, the old guy's consciousness exuded a strong yellow color and was still flashing, like an NPC waiting to receive a task.

"Senior, you may not understand..."

Lovita, who had a very good relationship with the old frost giant in recent days, walked forward and blocked Ivan, who was looking embarrassed, behind her.

"Mr. Ivan's reputation in the human world... is hard to describe..."

"Clam?!"

Ivan, who was still thinking of a reason to refuse, was staggered by this sentence.

What does it mean to be hard to put into words?

“That’s weird, sis, isn’t it just kissing the goddess statue and then lying on the ground and vomiting?

You can finish it in one sentence!"

A short guy was ruthlessly attacking them from the side.

"If it was just the matter announced by the Inquisition, it would probably be easy to resolve. After all, his lover has already forgiven him..."

"Wait a minute..."

"However, Mr. Ivan had previously formed a rebel army in Huiyao City. Although they were all a group of young nobles who were not yet adults, they were also registered as illegal residents by the municipal government..."

"Eh?"

"He also bullied their maids. His credit score with the Maid Association is negative..."

"Wait! Maid Association? There's such a thing? Why don't I know about it?"

"So if you let him go to Huiyao City, he probably won't even be able to enter the city gate. After all, he is still a prisoner who was exiled for being a pervert..."

"That's too much!"

The most infuriating thing is that, from Alvin's perspective, every word the female knight said was true, without any ideological hesitation.

It really is killing people and destroying their hearts, killing people and destroying their hearts...

"The more you say that, the more I want to go!

really...

What does the original mistake have to do with me now?"

A former knight stood up indignantly, slammed the table and shouted at Lovita.

"Come on, tell me how to get to the Maid Association, I'll go talk to them!

By the way, do they wear uniforms? Black or white stockings…"

……

Looking at Bol and his group leaving with several key members, Lovita asked Alduin beside her in confusion.

"Senior, I don't understand..."

“Don’t understand?

Oh, that kid Ivan has a very stubborn personality. The more you try to stop him, the more he will fall into the trap..."

"That's not what I meant. Why did Lord Onces insist on asking Ivan to seek help?

If it is just to inform humans, wouldn't it be smoother if Bol or other druids were to do it?"

[Little guy...]

The King of Ice Elementals emerged from Alduin's collar. This old monster, which spanned many eras, was older than both Alduin and Rillifane.

[Nolihus is not just a surname, it also has many unknown secrets...

Our little friend Alvin needs to get these things back...

This will be the key to stopping this plane invasion...】

Lovita stared silently outside the hall. The dark night sky was gloomy and only a few stars were still twinkling.

Now, Lovita finally understood why the new god Laer hated the old-school gods like him—he was always playing tricks and didn't understand the fun of spoilers at all—

……

Bol divided the druids into two teams.

One team was given to Todd to lead and stayed in the frozen plains to defend the frost giants' living area.

The other part followed him back to the base - the distress signal from Philohill finally arrived at sunset.

For this reason, Bol had to summon his animal companion Little Bella again and began to wander around the east side of the Haze Forest.

Now both the Frost Giants and the Druids are facing tremendous pressure:

We must find ways to maintain the construction of the new territory, while also preparing for defense against the Fallen and Half-dragons.

For this reason, after learning about Ivan's [Frost Shaping], he was specially asked to work overtime to plate a large number of spears with a layer of refined gold - using the piece that the old skeleton had cheated from Frey Starsinger.

Of this batch of anti-half-dragon weapons, twenty or thirty were left for the frost giants, allowing them to use them as long daggers.

The rest were all packed up and taken away by Bol - the druids stationed there had no mortars and needed this weapon even more.

Although Boll knew very well that this arrangement was a bit hasty;

However, mobilizing the power of the entire plane - at least mobilizing part of it - is much safer than hiding in the Haze Forest and developing secretly.

After all, druids really can't resist the endless army from another world alone.

As for Ivan...

To be honest, in Bol's opinion, this kid is a person favored by God and has an ambiguous relationship with a new god at the same time - well, he won't get into trouble no matter where he is thrown.

When the group stepped into the druid's base again, they were immediately stunned by the situation inside.

More than a dozen members - whether professional or not, all were fully armed and on guard;

Outside the city walls were scattered the uncleaned body parts of the Fallen and the crumbs of chewed potatoes, which were particularly eye-catching on the snow.

Philohil and Alia looked tired, and they both breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Paul.

"Ivan, it looks like you need to speed up your mission..."

It was rare that Boll neither used his big feet nor used the bad words he had used before to target the wild boar that was digging up his cabbage.

He looked around the station seriously, his tone very solemn.

“I don’t know how long the North Side Order can hold out against a storm like this;

I don’t even know how long the Frost Giants can hold on.

So the better your progress, the more breathing room we can have.”

Ivan scratched his head, a little confused by this sudden sense of formality.

“I don’t understand…why it must be me…

Or am I really that important?"

The middle-aged bald man looked around the base and finally returned his gaze to Ivan.

“Aven boy, if it was before, I would never understand the decision of Lord Alduin and Rillifane;

Look at your current station and your amazing artillery...

Of course, none of this makes me think that your ability will have any decisive effect on the plane war."

Having said this, Boll pointed to the warehouse in the base. A group of people were gathered in front of the door and busying themselves.

“But look over there, Arya and the group of newcomers behind her who are responsible for making fire and cooking. They were able to be promoted all because of your unique interpretation of the gods and doctrines.

And Senna and the others, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid it would be difficult for them to grow now.

I was a little closer to Ms. Mielikki for some special reasons;

So in my opinion, your greatest strength has never been your wild ideas or your unique spells;

Your greatest strength is changing the way we believe in the gods..."

Boll stood up and turned his gaze back to the north.

"We need you, or rather, this plane needs you.

To help her overcome the greatest crisis since her birth..."