Its daybreak.

Nothing changes.

That phantom seems to be just an illusion.

Is it really an illusion?

Ken touched his lips.

That dream.

It's really unreasonable.

It seems to be the invasion and influence of Emilia?

Ken closed his eyes at this time and could still see the vague phantom of the dream.

The damage caused to him by the pollution that Emilia instilled has still not recovered.

but.

The impact is gradually decreasing.

Ken opened his eyes.

Today is the last day of Brenda's Day.

But today is also the time when he has to go to work.

He stretched and walked out of the bedroom.

Julia stood in the living room as always.

"Good morning, Sir Ken."

She said softly:

"Today is Monday, but the Holy Lady said that she is not in Restoration City and will not come back today. You can take paid leave today."

Um?

Amy actually left Restoration City.

Speaking of which, Amy was in a hurry the day before yesterday, so maybe there was something urgent.

After all, according to her, she is a saint.

The Saint will indeed be a little busier.

"Sir Ken, your clean clothes have been put in the closet." Julia continued.

"Thank you for your hard work," Ken said.

Today's breakfast.

It is relatively normal food.

No surprises.

Julia sat across from Ken and ate with him.

It's morning.

She is always so meticulous in what she does.

"I have something to do today. If you don't go home, I will contact you."

Ken said.

"Just do what you should do, Sir Ken." Julia said softly.

Her voice is very gentle.

Ken gradually got used to life with her around.

Today, Ken needs to hand over the basic three-ring technique to his senior.

He stepped gently, left the house neatly and cleanly.

Julia looked at Ken's back silently.

Lady Saint.

It seems like he's doing something he shouldn't be doing.

She put the plates together.

She understands Amy.

After all, she used to be Amy's teacher.

But she had no interest in stopping Amy at this time.

after all.

Master officiant, let her listen to the words of the saint.

So there is no need to stop what your boss is doing.

Where is the saint?

What is she going to do?

…

Ken leaned helplessly on the doorstep of Eden Grote's house.

His senior was not at home.

Ken has no contact information for him.

Nor can a messenger be sent to contact him.

"Let's take a look at the Internet channel of the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association..."

He turned on his cell phone.

A familiar interface appeared in front of him.

Ken is already very proficient in using his mobile phone.

One is because of the experience I had in my previous life.

One is because you can indeed gain a lot of knowledge from chatting with these people.

About the customs of Restoration City.

Regarding the upcoming weather.

There were even reminders about bizarre things happening in some places, and complaints about how useless the Restoration City Guards were under the hands of nobles.

Suddenly, a new piece of information appeared in front of him.

Welcome [Princess 123] to join the group chat.

Another new person has arrived.

It seems that new people join the Restoration City Mutual Aid Association very frequently.

No one welcomes new people.

In the chat room, these people discuss business.

Like the welcome given by [Horticulturist] before, it was a strange thing.

Ken continued browsing

In the sewer in the distance.

The smell of blood, rot, and garbage.

A large number of giant rat carcasses were dumped here.

Because professional analysts are needed to analyze the behavior of these monsters to see if any fish have slipped through the net, the Restoration City Guards did not clean up the corpses here.

And professional analysts...work very slowly.

So the corpses here are starting to rot, but there is still no one to sort them out.

The old sorcerer with gray hair on his temples stood on the corpse of a rat, observing with a solemn expression.

"All killed in one blow."

He looked very serious.

"Before the rats could react, they smashed their heads into pieces.

He carefully observed the formation of these rats.

"These rats are generally silver-level. Such a combination was beaten up collectively at almost the same time without any reaction.

It should be a peak gold level, or even an epic level warrior..."

Eden Grote looked grim.

A warrior of this level is not a weakling.

Such a person is enough to control the situation on the battlefield.

The profession of warrior.

Although compared to other professions, promotion is extremely fast.

But it also requires talent and strong willpower.

That kind of people.

He stayed in the Restoration City for three years.

But he had no idea.

This made Eden impatient.

Obviously nothing happened before.

Why is it that now, when the ceremony is about to begin, a lot of troubles keep popping up.

The phone in his pocket lit up with a beep.

His face turned cold.

Welcome [Princess 123] to join the group chat.

again……

It happened to be these few days...or rather, it was just these two days.

Eden exhaled slowly.

He didn't know what to say.

It means that after so many years of operation, there are actually a lot of sieves.

Or am I lucky enough to notice these variables in advance?

His eyes were fixed on that [Princess 123], intending to speak to her to see if she could confirm her identity.

"Zi..."

The harsh sound of electricity rang in my ears.

Eden's eyes frowned slightly.

A purple eye popped out of the phone.

He let go of his hand and the phone fell to the ground.

But that eye remained in the sky.

Looked at him with interest.

Eden's body stiffened.

"finally found you."

The girl's voice sounded in the void.

But Eden knew that the girl was not around.

But she saw him.

This damn ability.

He understood who [Princess 123] was.

Amy Knox.

his daughter.

The Saint of Knox.

He swallowed his saliva and looked into those eyes as if nothing happened.

"This is……"

"I didn't expect you to be alive. What should I call you?" The girl's voice sounded in my ears.

Eden's luck was broken.

Knox clan.

Damn the ability to see through disguises.

"Should I call you a dehumanizing cultist, or should I call you Mr. Member...or should I call you father." The girl's voice rang in his ears.

A drop of sweat broke out on Eden's forehead.

He was exposed.

"It's a pity that you are still alive, but are you interested in chatting with your daughter after a long absence?"

The girl said softly.

"What are you talking about..." Eden's voice was suppressed and he looked at the eyes floating in the air.

He wanted to poke the eye out right away, but his reason suppressed his temper and he patiently talked to the eyeball.

"Are you interested? Let's discuss a deal."

The saint of Knox said softly.
Chapter completed!