Chapter 185: Frostfall City, Your Emperor Has Returned!

"Let me introduce you; this is Yun Mu, Miss Yun, who is temporarily serving as my personal bodyguard."

When Brenna brought Bishop Muse and the others before Yun Mu, she turned her head to look at the group behind her and introduced her.

Yun Mu, Miss Yun, is this the girl the Goddess asked me to keep an eye on?

Bishop Muse thought to himself.

"Hello." He greeted her with a smile and said, "I am Muse, Bishop of the Winter Cathedral. I am very happy to meet a believer of the Goddess."

A believer of the Goddess? I'm not one, though? After hearing Bishop Muse's words, Yun Mu felt a bit strange, but she did not speak up to deny it. Instead, she immediately said, "Hello, hello, I am the one who is honored to meet the Bishop of the Winter Cathedral."

"Hehe, there is no need to be so formal; just treat me as an ordinary old man," Bishop Muse said with a light chuckle upon seeing her polite demeanor.

"That's right, no need to feel reserved, child," a woman standing behind Brenna said at this moment.

The other party had short, jet-black hair and wore a plain brown long shirt. A pair of massive peaks stood on her chest, nearly bursting the buttons on the shirt, allowing one to clearly see the white inner garment beneath.

There was a black mole below the corner of her mouth, which did not seem very conspicuous but instead gave her a sense of maturity.

"My name is Lienie, a Fourth Order Master Preacher." She looked at Yun Mu with brown-tan pupils, placed a hand on her chest, and introduced herself.

"Kamal, Fourth Rank Apostle," another man with short, pale blue hair, a sturdy build, and a cold expression said concisely.

"Dunn, Fourth Rank Faceless One," the brown-haired man with a somewhat lean build, wearing a grey iron mask on his face, said with an equally brief self-introduction.

Finally, the black-haired man wearing a black warm coat with a long sword hidden beneath it gave Yun Mu a hearty smile and said, "Hello, I am Daniel, a Fourth Order Master Conqueror Knight."

With this, she finally had a rough understanding of everyone's names, ranks, and job titles present.

Oh no, that Bishop Muse had not yet said what his profession was.

"Hehe." Seeming to notice Yun Mu's curious gaze, Bishop Muse chuckled and said, "When I was a Fourth Order Master, my profession was Apostle."

"And now, I am a Fifth Rank Champion Dark Night Chosen."

Dark Night Chosen. Does it mean exactly what it says, referring to a chosen one of the Lady of the Dark Night?

Yun Mu thought to herself.

"Alright, let's end the introductions here," Brenna said, standing in the center of the group to steer the conversation. "The Steam Train to Frostfall City departs in forty-five minutes."

"If there is anything to discuss, let's talk once we are on the train."

"Besides," she paused, her gaze sweeping over the surrounding environment.

As it turned out, even though the members of the Church were not wearing their distinct professional attire, the mere fact that they were all standing there was enough to attract the attention of a large number of passersby.

Fortunately, no one recognized the identities of Brenna and Bishop Muse at this moment, otherwise, the scene would likely have become extremely chaotic.

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"Leave it to me."

Just then, Dunn, whose profession was Faceless One and who wore a grey iron mask, said in a low voice.

He slightly raised the tip of his right foot and then rhythmically tapped the ground three times.

An invisible ripple enveloped the group. Suddenly, all the passersby on the scene were slightly stunned, as if they had forgotten what they were just doing, their expressions somewhat dazed.

However, this kind of sudden inability to remember what one was just doing was not exactly a rare occurrence.

After being dazed for a brief moment, those passersby simply went back to doing whatever they were doing.

They completely ignored Yun Mu and the others.

Is this the ability of a Faceless One?

A Barrier? Cognitive masking? Or erasing one's presence? Yun Mu watched the scene before her, guessing curiously in her heart.

But then again, if they had this ability, why didn't they use it earlier? She wondered with some confusion.

Fortunately, someone soon came to answer her doubts.

"Dunn, do not cast spells near the cathedral; it is disrespectful to the Goddess," the Punishment Knight Daniel said with a slight frown, somewhat dissatisfied.

"We could have walked further away before casting a spell to mask our presence."

"According to the laws of the Frost Kingdom, only the area where the Church holds the land deed can be considered Church territory. We have already left the Winter Cathedral, so casting a spell here does not equate to disrespecting the Lady of the Dark Night."

The man named Dunn explained very seriously.

"." Daniel was almost angered to the point of laughter by this guy. He opened his mouth, but not knowing how to refute it, he could only look at Bishop Muse for help.

"Haha, it's just a small matter, the Goddess won't mind," seeing Daniel look at him, Bishop Muse immediately smoothed things over.

Just kidding, the Princess was watching from the side; could he say the laws of the Frost Kingdom didn't count?

But if he admitted it, wouldn't that damage the dignity of the Goddess?

Neither of these two options was very good.

He had better just laugh it off.

"Tch, slick old fox..."

Among the five from the Winter Church, the only woman, Lienie, said in an extremely low voice.

However, everyone present was a Transcendental; this remark, intentionally lowered but heard by everyone, instantly made the atmosphere at the scene turn cold.

"Ahem."

Ignoring Lienie's comment about the 'slick old fox', Bishop Muse coughed lightly and looked at Brenna, saying, "Princess, let's go."

"Aren't we supposed to catch the train?" he said.

"Mm," Brenna nodded, looked at the lady Lienie behind him, then quickly withdrew her gaze and said, "Time is tight, let's go."

After she finished this sentence, the atmosphere among the group gradually recovered.

Because there were too many people, Brenna did not choose to take a Steam Taxi. Instead, after Dunn slightly relaxed the restriction on their presence, he hailed a spacious carriage to take them to the station in Winter City.

It must be said, in this era.

In terms of comfort and space, the carriage was clearly superior.

For the Steam Car of the Frost Kingdom to surpass the traditional carriage in these aspects, it clearly still had a long way to go.

But Yun Mu believed that this distance should not be too far.

Perhaps it only takes one technological revolution from the automotive industry for the status of traditional carriages, along with the old nobility they represent, to be swept into the dustbin of history.

And this not-insignificant journey may last for dozens, or even hundreds of years.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have arrived."

Just then, the coachman sitting outside the carriage, who had controlled the carriage to a stop, turned his head and said to the people inside.

"Let's get off," Brenna said to the people in the carriage.

"Mm."

Bishop Muse did not care at all that the power of speech was controlled by Brenna; in fact, being able to worry less was a good thing for an old man like him who had no ambition left.

If it weren't for his faith in the Lady of the Dark Night, the trouble regarding Frostfall City... oh, it still had to be resolved.

After all, as a regional Bishop, he was well aware of the consequences that an event of the magnitude of an Evil God's descent would bring.

"I hope everything goes smoothly," he suddenly said as if in prayer after everyone boarded the Steam Train.

Brenna, standing beside him, was slightly stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Mm, I hope everything goes smoothly."

It was still the same familiar private carriage; although the train was different, the structure inside could be said to be exactly the same.

The only difference was that the people riding in the carriage had changed from the original two, Yun Mu and Brenna, to seven.

Bishop Muse and Brenna sat on opposite sides of a round table, discussing matters regarding Frostfall City, as well as how to deal with Bishop Land and the Scarlet Evil God. Yun Mu concentrated and listened for a while, but after discovering that the two had long since veered off into unknown topics, she stopped wasting her energy on them.

That blue-haired Apostle, Kamal—the other party was currently sitting quietly on the sofa on the side of the train carriage, arms crossed over his chest, eyes closed and resting.

And the Faceless One, Dunn, who had previously lowered everyone's sense of presence, was taking a collection of the latest Codex issued by the Frost Kingdom from his bosom, reading it with great interest.

What kind of people are these... Yun Mu silently looked away and looked at the Conqueror Knight, Daniel.

This Knight, who had previously been dissatisfied with Dunn's act of casting a spell at the church entrance, was currently sitting quietly on his seat, holding a clean piece of soft cloth, wiping the long sword he carried with him.

It could be seen that the long sword in his hand was truly well-maintained; the only problem was that Yun Mu couldn't tell if it was an illusion, but she always felt that the way he looked at the long sword in his hand was a bit strange.

Compared to a weapon, it was more like the gaze one would use when looking at a lover.

Huh, there wouldn't really be someone who treats their weapon like their own wife, right?

Yun Mu thought with a bit of a chill in her heart.

She then turned her gaze to Lienie, that Fourth Order Master Preacher, the lady who had previously said Bishop Muse was a crafty old fox.

The other party was currently sitting on the sofa just like her, doing nothing, casually observing the surrounding environment.

Upon noticing her gaze, the other party smiled at her in a friendly manner.

She should find something to do.

Yun Mu withdrew her gaze and thought to herself.

From Winter City to Frostfall City, the Steam Train needed to travel for a full 14 hours; in such a long period of time, if she just waited idly, she would definitely be bored to death.

It just so happened that she hadn't practiced her Spiritual Painting today, and the Spirituality in her mind was quite abundant at this moment.

"Let's just draw something."

Holding this thought, Yun Mu took out the card she carried with her from her bosom.

Uh... took the wrong one.

Looking at the Mask of the Apostle of Joy on the card, Yun Mu silently put it back.

She had not yet tested the effects of this Epic Mask.

According to the skill description on the Game Panel.

Any skill of this mask required the user to be wearing the mask for it to take effect.

Otherwise, simply carrying it on one's person had no effect.

Otherwise, when midnight passed last night, she should have had some item randomly taken away, and the mask should have generated a new active skill.

If she were to put on the mask at this moment, could she trigger the skill effect of the 【Apostle of Joy】? Yun Mu thought with some curiosity.

It shouldn't be possible, otherwise, there would be no need for the panel to specifically emphasize the time of 12:00 AM.

Wouldn't that mean that if she wanted to use this skill, she would have to be wearing this mask on her face at 12:00 every morning?

Mm... this point didn't count as too difficult; at worst, she would just sleep after 12:00 every day from now on.

The only thing that worried her a little was the side effect of randomly taking away an item.

Although it would be returned the next day, who knows what the range of items this mask could take was? If it only took some money, equipment, and other worldly possessions, that would be fine; anyway, when the skill refreshed the next day, the items would be returned to her.

But if it were to take some blood, hair, or even internal organs... the side effects of this thing would be quite significant.

Of course, everything was just her speculation; what the facts were would have to wait until after she practiced it.

Anyway, even if there really were side effects like taking internal organs that could make someone drop dead on the spot... wasn't there still Resurrection? Oh no, the skill effect of this 【Mask Substitute】 wouldn't be for that, would it!

Yun Mu suddenly felt something was wrong and thought.

She would try wearing the mask tonight.

Anyway, she had Resurrection as a safety net.

She couldn't just stop using this Epic-grade item because of fear.

As for now, she was going to start painting!

Taking the small card filled with painting supplies from her bosom, Yun Mu injected her own Spirituality into it.

After placing the Painting Board in front of her, she thought for a moment and began to outline a tall machine.

It was about time to deal with that damaged Steam Mecha.

Ever since she picked that thing up, it had been placed in the Painted World of the painting 【Cold Crow】 and hadn't been moved.

There were many reasons for this, the first and foremost being that she didn't have much time, or sufficient Spirituality, to paint that kind of tall and complex mecha.

Secondly, she had never decided what to paint.

It wasn't until just now that she suddenly had some ideas.

【GHS-7274 (Blue)】 【Damaged】 This was the name of that mecha; it was only at this moment that Yun Mu discovered with a somewhat strange expression.

Setting aside the prefix that might lead one's thoughts astray, looking solely at the Steam Mecha serial number that followed, she couldn't help but be reminded of a single-player game from her past life on Earth called Titanfall 2.

In the single-player campaign of that game, the only mecha the player could control was an entity named BT-7274.

Although connecting the two based solely on the numerical sequence was truly a bit of a stretch.

But it did not matter.

After all, she was only using this string of numbers to think of what to paint.

And as for wanting to fuse that damaged Steam Mecha with the painting.

It would likely only require the content of the painting to contain the Element of a mecha, so there shouldn't be any major conflict.

Even if a fusion conflict were to occur, with her current level 4 Spiritual Painting, she imagined it wouldn't be very difficult to suppress it.

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It's called "Simulating a Morning Glory, From Half-Day Lifespan to Immortality".

It is also a female lead story.

I specifically went and finished all the unreleased chapters, and it's quite good.

The general content of the book is that the protagonist transmigrates into a morning glory on a morning glory vine, with only a short 12-hour lifespan.

Using a simulator to complete a story of defying the heavens and changing fate.

The author is a newbie writing for the first time; I personally think the potential is quite good, so everyone interested can go take a look and support it.

The following is the synopsis of this book: Transmigrated into a morning glory,

and will wither in half a day?

The scorching sun, the gnawing of insects; a moment of carelessness and it will rot in the mud.

Fortunately, with a simulator in hand, Zhaoyan can simulate her complete life journey in advance.

Distinct options, like the butterfly effect, generate vastly different results.

Through horizontal comparison and vertical selection, Zhaoyan is able to turn danger into safety while walking on thin ice time and time again.

However, Zhaoyan, who only wanted to lay low, develop silently, and strive to survive, was shocked to realize:

"What is this about immortality?!"

(End of this chapter)