"What are you still thinking? Does it hurt?" Sitting next to the carefully cared flower bed, Malad was pulled here stiffly by a blonde girl in a beautiful maid outfit.

"Really, those people are simply scoundrels! Don't they know that you are Baron Jones's servant? Just knocking you down like this, isn't it the Baron's face lost? How dare they do this? Damn, these nobles deserve to die."

While muttering on the flower bed, the girl began to wipe Marad's wounds clean with distress.

"The same is true for those who are helped by you. You obviously helped them. But those who don't help but beat you up with those people for the sake of their future life. It's not a good thing!"

"You can't say that. I never wanted anything in return for helping them. They were also expected to do so for their future lives. I never blamed them." Madeira bared her teeth and retorted with pain.

"Then you are so worried about fighting for them. What is the right they deserve? Just to ask them to beat you up?"

The next moment, the little girl touched his wound with a little distress, and whispered to the gods' wishes.

I saw a faint pink and brown magic light gushing out between her fingers and scattered directly on Malad's body.

Although the God of Love and Beauty does not have the power of healing and medical repair in terms of authority, healing magic is one of the basic magic tricks that any god is indispensable.

Although there are worlds of difference between various powerful and medium-level divine power combinations in higher divine magic, it is just the same for those low-level divine magic.

The little girl herself is a third-level priest. Although this is the parallel priest level that their family has obtained through huge money and resources to purchase the Atonement Book of the Church of the God of Love.

But it is also a real power. The divine quota that should be available every day has never been cut off.

"This is my wish, and it is also my ideal. It has nothing to do with everyone. Actually, I am just stubborn. Jessica, don't imitate me, hiss, hiss, hiss... it hurts."

"Now I know it hurts. I don't know where you, an ordinary civilian, have such lofty ideals."

Amid the girl's giggling voice, Malad wanted to say something else, but the numb and swollen abnormality on his body interrupted his words.

Naturally, he would not tell the girl in front of him that since the divine nature of his origin broke out.

Every day, every moment, countless knowledge emerges from the depths of your mind.

The imaginary appearance of the god sitting upright in the towering throne was like a god who controls the life and death of all living beings in the whole world, and it was even more enveloping on him at all times.

While instilling all kinds of knowledge in him, he also eroded his will at all times, knowing that he was assimilated with the god! Every day when he woke up and opened his eyes, he doubted whether he was still himself or not.

Although he was rescued by Baron Jack Jones and became his attendant, the Baron not only never restricted his freedom, but also handed over a small library hidden deep in his castle to him to take care of.

In the library, there are a wide variety of knowledge and books that even the god in his mind do not have, and they have always been covered by him and are for him to read.

Through his knowledge of the gods, he knew very well that every book here could cause great turmoil in the destruction of the entire world beyond the world.

There is no record of extraordinary power here, but Madeira was stunned by the exploration of human divinity, measurement of unknown fields, changes in social structure, and even the search for all paths in front of and behind sentient beings.

As long as a small part of the knowledge is revealed, it is enough to make any scholar in the whole world bow.

But now, they are all lying here quietly, unknown to the world, and are only open to themselves!

After several concealed conversations with these books daily, and with Baron Jones, the old housekeeper with white hair and beards.

Madeira had already made accurate guesses about the origin of the god in his mind.

"Bar, the god of murder and killing of the previous generation, made everything he wanted to save himself on the eve of his death.

Every day he absorbed his knowledge and was transformed by him invisibly. He was approaching him every moment. When everything he had become him, he had no difference from the god of killing. Through his body, he could be resurrected from nothingness again!”

Sitting on the flower bed, Madeira silently felt the treatment of the girl in front of him. He did not say anything he could also treat himself.

With the recovery of his killing divine nature, several kinds of divine art have been produced on him. The basic divine art of healing divine art has naturally appeared.

Moreover, as long as you let go of your hands and kill wildly, in a short time, with your own person who kills the Son of God, you will soon become a great existence that you never dared to think of before!

But this is not the result he wants. This kind of regardless of right or wrong, and based on his own preferences, grasping the life and death of all living beings in the world, man-made man-made disasters, and even natural disasters, is not the result he wants.

What exactly is killing?

Sitting on the small table in the Baron's library, he was flipping through countless books describing the social and historical processes from various angles. Madeira asked in his heart how many times.

In a vague way, my own wisdom wanted to collide with the wills that belonged to Barr in my mind, as well as the wisdom of countless predecessors in this small library.

He became increasingly severely divided with the will of the god in his mind, so that he was actively resisting Barr's erosion of his will.

He has never used the power of killing the Son of God. So much so that he has always been an ordinary servant who has no power in front of others.

"Jessica. Where is the difference between the nobles and the civilians? Why is the collision between humans and aliens?

The world is so huge that resources have never been exhausted. Why is there such a sharp class division?

How did the unfathomable generation gap between the will of the extraordinary and ordinary civilians form? Do you have any ideas about these?"

How long has passed, Madeira shook her stiff arms slightly, turned her eyes, sat next to her, and kept looking at his girl and asked.

"Ah?! Madeira is being beaten up and confused. Do you need these things to think about? Even my father is not qualified to think about these things.

You are really thinking too much. Be honest and take care of your injuries. Don’t think about these uncontrollable things in the future.” Jessica adjusted her breathing slightly again, and the next moment, another healing magic technique enveloped Madeira.

"Yes, at a certain height, it is understandable that the view of a certain height is.

Our height is too low, and we can't even see the human world of every village and every village clearly. What is the world we talk about, the entire main material plane. I asked the wrong person."

When Madeira heard this, she suddenly burst into laughter, and she was indescribable with his scarred face.

"But I know that no matter what you want to do, you must have the strength to suppress everyone.

Just like today, you are clearly fighting for those civilians and fighting for the benefits they should have. But in the end you didn’t earn anything, but you were knocked over to the ground by others. What are you going to do if you don’t listen to them?

If you have more powerful power than them, you can naturally distort their ideas with your own will. No matter how unacceptable they are, what else can they do besides following you?"

Although Jessica could not answer Madeira's question, she was the daughter of the Count after all, and she naturally saw too much than Madeira.

"Strength?"

Madeira's face was thoughtful and when she was thinking about talking to Jessica for a few more words, she saw Lord Sar, who was in charge of all the finances and internal affairs in the territory, coming slowly.

In a few steps, Shar's eyes were as deep as the darkness of the original. In the two dark and deep eyes, all the behavioral trajectories could not escape her eyes.

Madeira and Jessica stood up with panic on their faces, and at the same time they wanted to greet this person, but Shar tried to stop him.

She looked at Madeira's scars all over her body and didn't care: "Come with me, Lord Baron hopes to meet you."

"Master Baron? Is he going to see me now?"

When they heard Shar's words, both of them were completely shocked. They really didn't expect that Madeira would alarm the mysterious Baron on the continent.

Even if Madeira was brought back by Lord Sar in front of him, he had never met the baron. Today is the first time we met.

"Yes, I'll come now." Before I could think about it, Madeira trembled with excitement all over.

Madeira had too many thoughts about the person who rescued himself from the edge of the death line and told him everything he wanted to know and was protecting him.

"Is that so? Come with me." Sharliu bowed and signaled to him.

"Wait a minute." But at this moment, Jessica grabbed Madeira's hand.

In the eyes of the two, she was extremely nervous to help Madeira clean up her clothes, and kept mumbling around her, picking up some of the most important etiquettes of meeting the nobles.

Without coming to this territory, she would never know how huge and terrifying the position this Baron occupies in the entire main material world!

She was sure that even the empress of the empire was far from comparable to this baron in some aspects.

Madeira is a great opportunity to be favored by this adult, and even meet. It is not impossible to become successful by accident.

You must not ruin his impression in the Baron's eyes just because of some small mistakes.

"Okay. Lord Baron doesn't have so much time to wait for us. Lord Sar, let's go."
Chapter completed!