Accompanied by the pig-slaughter-like screams coming from the direction of the church and the townspeople’s righteous “exorcism” roars, Otto strolled down the muddy streets.
According to the latest news, you can randomly stroll from the Fate side all the way to Honkai: Star Rail’s side over here [grinning]
His mood couldn’t be described as just good; it could only be described as utterly fantastic.
That muffled sound of sticks hitting flesh, heard in his ears right now, sounded simply like a cheerful symphony.
Just as Otto was pondering where to go to find some fun next, a familiar figure walked over not far ahead—it was Philin, who had just returned from the market after purchasing supplies, followed by several caravan hands carrying large and small bundles.
“Hey!
Otto!” Philin called out with a smile from afar.
After walking close with a quick pace, he caught his breath and asked curiously, “Were you over by the church just now?
When I was buying wheat and jerky at the market, I heard passing townspeople shouting that the Fat Priest had been possessed by a demon!
They abandoned their stalls entirely and ran toward the church.
What on earth happened in there?”
Otto looked at Philin’s fat face, which was plastered with gossip, his lips curling up imperceptibly before his facial muscles quickly readjusted, instantly switching to an expression of compassionate sorrow and heart-wrenching grief.
“Sigh…” Otto let out a long sigh, a glint of regret flickering in his eyes, “That benevolent priest actually got possessed by a terrible devil today.”
“What?
Really possessed?” Philin widened his eyes.
“Indeed.” Otto nodded heartbrokenly, his tone full of regret, “That devil that occupied the priest’s body actually threw a huge tantrum in the church, and even wanted to take back the coins the priest kindly gave to the people yesterday!
Just think, how great and selfless that priest was yesterday!
Yet today he has ended up in such a state.
Sigh, that detestable devil, it really makes one feel sad.”
Speaking of this, Otto raised his head, looked at the gray sky, and sighed compassionately, “Sigh, when will the money-loving devil leave the human world?
When will the merciful Lord save His faithful apostle?”
Philin looked at Otto’s “sincere” expression, having no doubts at all, assuming Otto was simply heartbroken over the “good man” priest’s plight.
“This damned world, good people really don’t live long.” Philin also sighed, shaking his head, “However, those commoners are not to be trifled with.
Money that enters their pockets won’t be taken back even if a real devil comes.
I guess that priest is in for a hard time today.”
“Probably.
See you at noon then, Philin.” Otto put away his compassionate expression and nodded slightly, “I’m heading out of the city later to handle some personal matters, and I’ll be back before lunch.”
Philin didn’t ask much more.
After all, as friends, one must know how to leave each other personal space.
He just smiled and urged, “Out in the wilderness outside the city, although there aren’t many bandits left, there are still quite a few beasts.
Take good care of yourself.”
“Rest assured, I know what I’m doing.”
The two parted ways on the street.
With his hands in his pockets, Otto strolled all the way to the gate of Tintagel Castle.
The guards stationed at the gate were still the same four who tried to charge exorbitant toll fees yesterday.
The four of them had originally been lazily leaning against the city wall chatting and bragging, but the moment they saw that flashy purple figure appear, all four reacted as if electrocuted, instantly standing straight as an arrow.
“Have a safe trip, My Lord!” The lead guard immediately lowered his head respectfully, wishing he could bend his waist all the way to the ground.
Are you kidding me?
This master had scared them out of their wits.
They definitely didn’t want to be stared at by this suspected high noble young man with that trash-like gaze again, nor did they want another vivid math lesson.
Otto looked at these guards, who were as well-behaved as quails, and nodded with great satisfaction.
“Sensible, quite sensible.”
Otto didn’t make things difficult for them.
After walking out of the city gate, he followed a weed-choked path toward the forest closest to the castle.
Coming out this time, he just wanted to find an uninhabited place to thoroughly test the air bullet ability that came with the false face gloves.
After some searching, Otto penetrated deep into the woods, and after confirming there was no other movement around besides the chirping of birds, he stopped in his tracks.
Sweeping his gaze, he saw a bright red, innocent wild fruit hanging on a large tree a dozen meters away, looking a bit like an apple but of an unknown specific variety.
“I choose you, innocent unknown fruit.”
Having made up his mind, Otto moved his mind and took out the pure black leather false face gloves from the system space, wearing it on his left hand.
The leather on the back of the hand still carried that slight sanity-dropping special effect like crawling bugs, but Otto was already somewhat used to it now.
He took a deep breath and began to slowly inject the magic power within his body into the glove on his left hand.
As the magic power was injected, the crawling of the bugs on the surface of the glove became even more intense.
Then Otto raised his left hand, rested his thumb on his middle finger, and aimed at the innocent wild fruit.
Bang—!
A roar resembling a matchlock rifle firing suddenly erupted in the air, and a faint ring of white air pressure could even be seen exploding at his fingertips!
Within his line of sight, that wild fruit hanging on the branch was pierced on the spot by this invisible air bullet!
No, it wasn’t just piercing; that wild fruit exploded directly into a cluster of red juice mid-air, leaving only a little residue fluttering in the wind on the branch.
“Oh?” Otto looked at the precisely blasted wild fruit and raised an eyebrow, “This power and accuracy can be said to be quite awesome.”
What surprised him even more was that this gadget had extremely low magic consumption.
With his current magic reserves, he could fire dozens of rounds in a row without even catching his breath.
Although the destructive power caused by a single shot was at the level of a steam rifle, its biggest advantage lay in its concealment.