Chapter 433: What Is the Meaning of the Savior

However, after seeing Ji Ming, the Sun King didn't rush to get down to business; instead, maintaining his kingly bearing, he first introduced his companion to him.

"Ji Ming, the Divine Choice, let me introduce this person: he is the famed Arc Light Duke and also an old friend of mine."

Oh, so this is the grandfather and patron of the Phi siblings…

Although Ji Ming sensed that the Sun King's move had ulterior motives, a wider circle of friends can't hurt, so he extended his hand and shook the old man's.

"Duke, greetings. I am the Holy Light Divine Choice Ji Ming; you may not know me yet, but I've already heard many legends about you."

For example, when he's got nothing to do, he grabs a towel and runs around the butcher shop wiping everything, then throws it into the pot for the servants to stew a "meat broth."

Or, every night he personally inspects the castle to see if any candles haven't been blown out.

There are some more disgusting anecdotes I won't mention; after all, tavern jokes are always aimed at the lower three routes.

Ji Ming originally thought these were just teasing, a mix of envy and jealousy meant to mock him, but after seeing it today, he realized there might be some truth to it.

Because, I must say, it's fitting for a purse‑keeper; this gaunt old man, who should be much younger than the king, had eyes that practically glowed with a thief's light.

He scanned Ji Ming from head to toe as if with a laser, gave an odd nod, and then shamelessly began the mutual business hype.

"Ha ha, I know you; actually I've long heard of you, since my little grand‑niece constantly mentions you."

…

Damn, it's truly the gaze of someone inspecting merchandise!

Ji Ming dares to say that if he were to follow even one step of the old man's lead, by next year he'd be bound into the Arc Light family and officially enter the aristocratic household intrigue chapter.

So he pretended to be clueless, constantly steering the conversation toward Philip, making it seem as if he were close friends with him.

Such a sideways sword technique even left the Sun King beside him bewildered, making him think his intel was wrong, since that little girl named Fiya hadn't proactively shown favor to the Divine Choice.

The equally confused Arc Light Duke's impression of Ji Ming kept swinging between "Damn, this must be a master" and "Oh no, this looks like a fool."

Until the end, still not understanding his exact state, he could only dizzily proclaim, "Indeed a young talent with a brilliant future, I must take my leave!"

"Hey!"

Watching the old man stagger away, the Sun King, who had been observing for a while, couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He asked those nearby to step back temporarily, then approached Ji Ming and gave a thumbs‑up.

"Kid, you really have skill; even the head of the family has shown favor, and you can remain unmoved by such temptations?"

"I…"

Ji Ming furrowed his brow, about to speak, when he heard the old man lower his voice again.

"Heh, if it were me, any fat meat near the mouth must be eaten!"

"Whatever's behind it, tonight we'll seize his grand‑niece mercilessly, take everything, leave nothing! We'll deal with it later!"

…

Fine, you figured out my defense, huh?

You win.

"Hey, hey, don't go; I really have a legitimate matter to discuss with you!"

Ji Ming had no choice but to stop, turn around.

"I hope to hear a matter you can speak of loudly, a matter that a historian can calmly record on paper for future generations to read."

Unfortunately, Ji Ming's string of emphases was all in vain.

Because after a few steps, the Sun King opened his mouth still in a low voice, but even more explosive than before.

"Actually, it's nothing major; my wife just wants to meet you."

Ji Ming:???

Originally, the Sun King intended to accompany him all the way, at least to take some precautionary measures.

But seeing this younger brother's resolve so strong, he generously let him go alone.

"Damn, keep that thing away from me, damn it, I'll never come back next time!"

With his health bar already severely depleted, Ji Ming still couldn't restrain his cultured, easygoing desire, cursing as he hurried away from the garden.

Following the hand‑drawn map, winding several turns through the maze‑like rear district of the castle, he finally arrived at the gate of a small courtyard.

Although the courtyard's color scheme seemed quite warm and it was cleanly swept, the words "Cold Palace" still surfaced in his mind.

And upon seeing the old lady living in the courtyard, he instantly realized why the king, whose name starts with the bitter character, would call her "wife" without hesitation.

Can't help it, in the Light Palace battles, Ji Ming can guarantee she's a 100% win‑rate point‑grinder.

Because if anyone dares to beat her in literary contests, pushing her to the brink and forcing her into martial combat…

Then even the senior consorts and maidservants in the inner palace, if they band together, would still be kicked out by this great deity alone.

So he still gave this demonic cultivator a few points of respect, after all, the other side also has another identity—

"You must be Princess Eleanor's grandmother; I am her friend Ji Ming, honored to meet you."

Meriel was sitting under the tree at that moment, looked at him, and smiled brightly.

"I didn't expect the Divine Choice's observation to be so sharp—could it be because I look a lot like her?"

"Yes, the eyebrows, eyes, nose, even the tone of speech, all very similar."

Actually, it's because our heights are similar; if I weren't wearing shoes, I might have thought she were a hobbit.

It could be because Eleanor's initial answer was correct, or perhaps because she truly is more charming.

In short, Ji Ming, on his first try, managed to finally drink the flower tea that Emperor Anton VI had repeatedly attempted for a long time, finally daring to sip it.

After a few polite exchanges about the tea's flavor, Meriel, who also seemed adept at rhetoric, smoothly shifted the topic.

"This young man's words are pleasant; I suppose it's understandable that I'd fear you might whisk away my little grand‑niece—no injustice there!"

Ji Ming: Hey, you old lady, what's your relationship with Lao Nv Shi and the Grand Archbishop? Why does your speech get harsher with age?

Also, is this episode a blind‑date recap? Why does everyone keep talking about this topic wherever we go?

Fortunately, that remark was merely a springboard for the real topic, and Meriel continued.

"You know, as a granddaughter my fate is wretched—I'm literally the sacrificial lamb of the Royal Capital aristocrats who win the war but lose strategically, and who knows how many more hardships lie ahead."

"So I specifically named you to see you, actually to act as a gatekeeper for her, because there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world—would a boy unconditionally help a girl? Impossible."

Ji Ming clicked his tongue, pondering how this old lady's words kept getting more off, as if I were something…

Just as he was about to speak up, she sidestepped lightly and brushed him aside.

"But!"

"After meeting you, I felt the situation might not be as I imagined."

"At least, although you do have ulterior motives, it shouldn't be the direction I thought."

Then came a soul question.

"So, Ji Ming, why?"

"Why would you inexplicably be so kind to her?"

At this point, Mei Lier couldn't help but smile.

"It can't be simply because you're a good person who feels sorry for her and helps her, right?"

But the chosen one, without a flicker of expression, replied without hesitation.

"Exactly, so what else?"

???

Mei Lier didn't expect this youngster to be so thick‑skinned at such a young age.

Just as she was about to speak, this time she was the one whose spell was interrupted.

"I don't get it—what on earth is going on in this world? It's one thing that wrongdoing needs a motive, but why does even doing good require one?"

"Ah… this…"

Lies don't hurt; the truth is a sharp blade.

Now Mei Lier was silenced by him, sipped half a cup of tea, and only then regained her voice to press further.

"I admit! I admit the reasoning is like that, but there must be a… reason, right?"

"Fine, so I pity her… no, not just her."

Ji Ming extended a finger and began counting.

"I also pity the Changge Marquis, pity Princess Dreamspring, pity Archbishop Te Nisi, pity those insightful folk who support the Ironclad Legion, and also pity the soldiers and civilians who voluntarily follow under the banner—enough?"

"…"

Mei Lier felt those words sounded familiar; after thinking it over, she realized she had asked An Dong the same question.

"... Damn, the boomerang hurts!"

But since the opponent was already silenced, Ji Ming's output wasn't over, so he continued.

"Actually, although the Changge affair sounds absurd and shameless, there's nothing new under the sun—look through history, and the countless incompetent vermin that frame the loyal are innumerable."

"For example, our histories record similar cases: when a great enemy looms, a hero instinctively ready to act is backstabbed by his own and dies, becoming an eternal grievance."

"But unlike your noble kingdom, those traitors were later molded into statues, kneeling before the heroes' tombs for centuries; moreover, they're linked to a type of noodle dish that has been simmering in common folk's homes for hundreds of years, and even today hasn't managed to turn over."

"Therefore you should feel fortunate—we're the good guys on the side of order, we act by the rules, value peace; otherwise, as their forum says, they'd have already stormed in under the banner of 'respect the king, punish the traitors' to purge the court!"

Perhaps Mei Lier also felt that way; in any case, she kept nodding as she listened.

Until the end, as she kept nodding, she suddenly lifted her head.

"Wait, what does—'you all' mean?"

Ji Ming's mouth was still tight; bringing this up was actually to lay his cards on the table.

So he leaned back slightly, took a deep breath, and slowed his speech.

"The answer to this question actually also answers the previous one, so I will help Ai Linuo; the crucial reason is…"

A maliciously tense pause, his voice perfectly resonant.

"I am the Savior."

"If you were an ordinary person, hearing such a statement would surely feel inexplicable"

"because the Great Church hasn't promoted this concept for tens of thousands of years."

But Mei Lier's reaction was surprise; she seemed to revert ten minutes back, as if meeting Ji Ming for the first time, and examined him anew.

After a long while, her voice trembled.

"You are, which number?"

"One hundred forty‑seven; I am the 147th generation Savior."

After draining the tea in his cup, Ji Ming finally managed to utter the words, exhaled, and rubbed his temples.

"Senior, I see you are not ordinary either, once a person of destiny; why, after all the twists and turns, have you ended up in such hardship?"

Indeed, this Sun King's Empress, a peerless master hidden in the castle, turned out also to be a Savior.

And although the start is separated by at least a few decades, by order she should be the 145th generation, just two cycles ahead of Ji Ming.

And precisely because her summoning order is newer, the somewhat inexperienced little boss who had already failed a bit was only after careful assessment that she was pulled into the Yangyue World.

Thus, in her original world, the suffix of Mei Lier's name shouldn't be 'Madam', let alone 'Her Majesty the Queen'.

—instead, it should be a sovereign a inch higher than His Majesty!

Indeed, before being reborn into the Yangyue World, Mei Lier had already roamed the world, ruling alone for ages, becoming the youngest magical emperor ever in that magic‑worshipping world.

Sounds impressive, right? The little boss thought so too, so when they captured her lingering soul they went wild, quickly coaxing her into signing a contract to become a magical girl!

"I thought that dragging a top‑tier foreign‑world powerhouse into the Yangyue World as a support, plus my own chosen cheat, would make this hand unbeatable,"

If I told you that the so-called magical world actually belongs to a super stacking-box world that can effortlessly flood the sky with water?

"What if I told you that the so‑called magical world actually belongs to a super stacked‑box world that can effortlessly flood the heavens with water?"

"Indeed, above the Eternal Demon Realm there exist the Great Sacred Realm, the Supreme Divine Realm, the Venerable Domain, the Abyssal Hell, the Bastille Prison, and so on."

【121】 "Compared with that vast world where monsters roam and geniuses are worse than dogs, the Demon Realm, even if not a newbie village, is barely a first‑stage map at best."

Moreover, even in such a poor and remote backwater, the Demon Emperor's head still bears three ranks: Demon Saint, Quasi-Demon God, and Ascended Demon God.

Thus, how could the mighty Empress Quan Sha, Great Emperor Meili'er, end up in such a dim and fallen fate, with the helpless restart ending about to emerge?

——She was too flamboyant, provoking a higher existence; its hidden followers in the lower realm, dispatched by it, launched an assassination on the day of the empress's coronation.

Although in terms of frontal combat power, the peerless Empress Majesty could still fight even if she faced a higher level, unfortunately her opponent's ability to hide and sneak was simply too strong.

They had previously put something in her drink…… No, they made the defenseless her consume various poisons for several days straight.

Thus, even before the fight began, the Empress Majesty, already stacked with debuffs, miserably died in the encirclement of three Demon Saints.

The only good news is that she never cultivated virtue in her life, preferring to kill and set fires, often spending life force to fight, even activating some backup hidden energy or something.

Thus, when her fragrance faded and jade shattered, her death was clean, leaving not even scraps, so there was no embarrassing defeat CG, after all even her ashes were scattered.

But no matter what.

BADEND.

(End of chapter)