"Sister Casey, I have something I'm quite curious about and would like to ask, does our Governor Luthor keep a diary?" Li Xin asked casually while flipping through the newspaper.
Kathy, being from a noble family, definitely had more channels of information in this area than ordinary people.
"Diary? What diary?" Kathy looked puzzled.
"I heard that nobles all like to keep diaries, so the diary of such a great person would surely help me grow rapidly."
Kathy smiled like a blooming flower, "I've never heard of that. Don't listen to them. Nobles have very rich leisure activities; where would they find time for such boring things."
"Tsk, that's really a pity." The disappointment on Li Xin's face was unmistakable, as if he had missed out on a fortune.
"Huh?"
"It's nothing. I just didn't expect our Grand Governor to be such a proper person." Li Xin curled his lips.
Kathy covered her mouth and laughed. Governor Luthor was indeed different from ordinary nobles; just like Captain Luo Jin, a man of noble character and clean habits, he advocated for monogamy, changing the previous chaotic situation and giving women dignity. The whole kingdom's women supported the Grand Governor. Of course, she wouldn't share that with the simple-minded Ah Xin.
With a clear plan for the evening and even the future, Kathy walked away with lively steps. Today, she wore a pair of white little leather shoes, slender and lively. Watching her back, Li Xin again marveled at his dear uncle's resolve. Looking at the crates full of newspapers before him, his eyes lit up with joy.
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The Kamal Region of Dao Yuan Continent is a multi-national border area with a geographically strategic significance, frequently plagued by wars and ownership disputes, currently in a stalemated status. This has also led to the thriving prosperity of anomalies, a mix of personnel from various countries, and a more chaotic church influence, with numerous cults emerging.
The Kamal Region backs against the vast and boundless Silent Mountain Range, teeming with awakened beasts, making it a forbidden ground for mortals and a paradise for adventurers.
Sunlight couldn't penetrate the dense forest, where a tall, rugged man in his thirties was fiddling with a campfire, roasting a large and two small delicious hairless creatures. As the forest wind stirred, an agile figure landed.
"Leader, the target has appeared, protected by a Knight Order of about 500 members, eleven priests from the Fiery Sun Church, and one bishop," the young man reported respectfully, his voice tinged with excitement and a bit of apprehension.
Cantona glanced at the young man, smiling slightly, "Aili, what do you think of this deal?"
The young man named Aili looked up, "Leader, it's challenging, but if we succeed, the Wind and Fire Travel Group can rise to a new level, and the entire Kamal will hear your name!"
Cantona laughed heartily, "Then do a good job. The target is strong, be decisive. We must exploit their weaknesses and attack them unprepared!"
"Yes, Leader!"
Aili was an orphan rescued by Cantona on a mission, nurtured with dedication. Bold, meticulous, and clever, he had grown into a core member of the travel group.
The Wind and Fire Travel Group was a well-known bounty hunting group in the Kamal Region. This time, they were tasked with an important assassination mission. With the Knight Order, Fiery Sun Church priests, and a formidable lineup, assassinating a noble under such protection was extremely challenging. But a mission was a mission; they were paid to do the job. In such a place, survival for a travel group relied heavily on their credibility.
He had already planned for the mission. A travel group's task execution wasn't military combat. They just needed to complete the objective. Although there were some minor changes, they had already handled several such tasks.
Gently poking the campfire, Cantona's thoughts turned to the Twelve Zodiac Star Disc and the three little companions. The four of them certainly had different beliefs. Aries likely believed in the Earth Mother Goddess, Cancer leaned towards the Moon God, and he couldn't quite discern the newcomer Gemini.
Following the first law of Divine Relics, Divine Relics are incompatible; anyone can only possess one Divine Relic. If a special situation occurs, it results in either death or one relic being devoured. Even in the latter case, the container must pay the price.
If it isn't a Divine Relic, then it must be a Divine Artifact, unable to be held, only to be sacrificed for power. The appearance of any high-ranking Divine Artifact is a seismic event for the Church. Having the Main God's Divine Artifact is the foundation of a Church, bringing supreme power. Cantona aspired to it as well but could control his desires.
But why would a Divine Artifact summon them?
The second law of Divine Relics states that what you receive is fated.
What is yours will be yours, and you can't shake it off, while what isn't yours can't be forcibly acquired. Everything is the Divine Being's choice, and the consequences are also fated.
What the Divine Beings need is often not what humans care about, which is why humans rush wildly for it. Humans of the Fourth Epoch have already mastered the art of trade over a millennium of honing.
Divine Artifacts are at a higher level. At his current level, Cantona knew his understanding was certainly incomplete, but participating itself was an opportunity. Many years in the travel group taught him that a patient person reaps more rewards.
In one's life, hard work is certainly important, but often a little bit of luck determines success or failure.
The Twelve Zodiac Star Disc, no matter which Divine Being's artifact it belonged to, is extraordinary. The more so, the more one must remain composed. Mastering Divine Relics is a long process, and even more so for Divine Artifacts. The process is fraught with dangers, and impatient people would become experience bonuses. Therefore, he didn't want in-fighting among those within the Star Disc. So far, things looked fine.
Of course, being chosen by a Divine Artifact was a recognition in itself. Although the other three seemed young and immature, they shouldn't be underestimated.
Cantona, when conditions allowed, would always respond to the summons timely. It was his opportunity as well. The only Seven Stars Travel Group on the continent, Song of Hell, was feared by even countries. It was said that their leader mastered a Divine Artifact.
At this time, the creatures were roasted to a perfect char, fully deserving of the defiance they showed as a family of three earlier. Cantona initially only planned to nibble on some dry food, but with this bunch sticking up their behinds at him, he had to improve his meal after repeated provocations.
Crackling fat dripped into the flames, sparking bright embers, and the golden-brown skin exuded an enticing fragrance that pierced his nostrils. Cantona sliced a few slits with his dagger, timing was just right.
Taking out a personal salt jar, he sprinkled it evenly, added a bit of cumin powder, and placed the wine jug on the ground. Folding his hands, Cantona wore a solemn expression: "I thank the great Nether God for providing me with food. Death is also a return."
Then he tore open the pig's hind leg, all lean meat, with golden juice oozing down, making one's appetite soar. Cantona was also hungry and feasted heartily, a delicious meal providing energy for the impending battle.