Chapter 206 Justice Urges the Manuscript

Vivian was extremely confused about Mark.

She had fantasized about many things, and the Nadal family had encouraged her to have more contact with Mark.

The results of it?

Since the nest incident, Mark has soared into the sky, and the momentum of his rise is even more unstoppable.

It’s outrageous to think about it. Mark is like a crazy gambler, betting on the one-in-one chance of winning every time, but he wins every time!

Ultra-high risks bring ultra-high returns!

From blowing up the nest to the Lemington incident, and then to Bolivar's counterinsurgency, the latest news is that he took the ship to save the port of Austin...

How long?

Not even a year!

Vivian worked hard to become the first female judge in the past ten years as a woman.

Looking back suddenly, Mark was already the spokesperson of a group of mysterious foreign gods, a being who could talk about daily life on an equal footing with the twin goddesses she believed in.

There was a sad chasm between the two.

Vivian felt that she would never be able to have anything happen with Mark again in her life.

So when she knew that the third princess of the Wright Empire, Marian and Princess Yolanda, had boarded the ship, she didn't react much. If it were before, she felt she would be jealous to some extent.

It's just God's will.

Just a few seconds after she had this idea, an internal affairs staff came over and informed them, "[Whip of the Night] Mr. Knight hopes that you can go to Mr. Mark Destiny. Learn about the followers of the Unification of All Realms." weakness."

Vivian was completely speechless when she saw that the belief used in the official letter was actually the "Law of Dawn".

The meaning of the Dawn Law is that dawn is approaching and the long night is coming to an end. As the Church of the Night, the end of the night means that the situation is extremely urgent and no delay is allowed.

"This...where is Mark?" Vivian asked Abner.

The good old judge: "San Marino Shipyard, he... robbed several dreadnoughts from the Bill Empire. Bill's Emperor Peter even compensated him a lot of money."

"..."

Vivian held her forehead: "Even if he kills the gods one day, I won't be too surprised."

Looking at Vivian's back as she went out alone to pack her luggage, Abner muttered to himself: "Are you worried about the number of 'enemies'?"

Dida next to him asked curiously: "Enemy? What enemy?"

Abner slapped the expired shot on the forehead: "Children, don't learn this."

"Ah! What's wrong with me, captain?" Dida touched his head in grievance.

In this era, traveling on a business trip by riding the Light Condor is already the fastest and most convenient way. The only disadvantages are that the wind is too strong and it can easily cause trouble and bumps.

nonsense! The flapping of an eagle's wings requires movement of the back muscles. Is it possible that the wings are as smooth as a train?

And Hokuriku in March is still beautiful and freezing.

It was already evening when we arrived at San Marino, a major northern port in the Wright Empire.

Vivian was embarrassed without even needing to get close.

A compass-like device on her waist began to spin wildly clockwise on the spot, and she had to quickly turn off the small prop.

[Evil-seeking pointer]!

An extraordinary prop that theoretically reacts to all existences that are inherently evil.

It can be said to be a must-have item for judges.

It is not needed at this moment.

From the perspective of ordinary people, this is a sunny and windy dusk.

On the pier, not only the tourists, but also the transport workers who had to work more than 12 hours a day to make a living, also looked at the beautiful white ship on the sea from time to time, as well as the four ships anchored further behind it on the sea. A blue-painted warship of the Bill Empire.

Some people are curious: "When did the relationship between the two empires become so good?"

"I don't know, these warships don't fly the flag of the Bill Empire."

They pointed, not knowing at all that a terrifying existence that could blow up the port in an instant was standing in the shallow water offshore, leaning on it like a lighthouse.

Dida's spiritual awareness was the lowest, and he could only see a huge and blurry figure: "What is that?"

Abner muttered: "The former [War Demon God General] Botis!"

In the eyes of him and Vivian, this terrifying giant that existed in the gap between reality and the spiritual world was simply outrageous.

With the four-armed bull-headed demon god who shocked the whole audience just by standing here leaning on it, it seems that the battleships next to the Caribbean are not exaggerated at all.

The Light Condor had just approached, and Abner was still thinking about landing on the pier in advance and saying hello before passing over. A light signal was sent from the bridge of the ship over there, which was the "Welcome" of the Church of Light!

"Then let's go down directly." Abner raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

It seems that the Caribbean is not much different from the original one, with enough space reserved for a large dance party on the spacious front deck.

When the Bright Condor began to descend, there was already a team of knights and a dozen waiters in black suits and white shirts hurried out of the cabin, rushing to complete the formation before the Eagle descended.

This scene... made Vivian feel a little hot.

"Welcome the two judges and our old friend Dida." Hank came up enthusiastically.

We all have the same roots, so we are definitely more enthusiastic than ordinary people.

"I'm really sorry for the sudden intrusion. Is Mr. Destiny here?" Abner asked formally.

Hank smiled: "Sir Abner, don't be too formal, we are all our own people. Young Master Mark is here."

A clever change of names instantly shortened the distance between them.

Sure enough, the three Abners were no longer so restrained.

"When can we see him?" Vivian asked.

Hank replied instantly: "Please wait ten minutes. Now please follow me."

Here, a professional falconer takes over the reins of the Bright Condor. Abner and the other three followed Hank in.

Along the way, Vivian's expression was wonderful.

She was born as a night watchman and rose to the rank of inquisitor. Her senses are extremely sharp. She could hear the girls playing in the heated swimming pool, and she could also hear the melodious music and elegant singing in the ship's opera house during rehearsals.

Strolling in the corridor full of humanities and art, for a moment, she almost forgot that she was in a chaotic world, subconsciously thinking that this was the only place where time would be peaceful and peaceful.

Outside the living room, a group of noble maids came up and asked them with a smile if they wanted to take off their windbreakers.

Vivian was stunned for a moment, but after all, she did not refuse the beautiful maid in front of her, who was not much inferior to her in terms of appearance, and handed over her black cloak stained with ice.

"Miss Nadar, your cloak will be washed and dried by the time you leave." This maid full of Bolivar style said.

Vivian suddenly felt a little sour.

However, what really shattered their outlook was yet to come.

The door to the living room suddenly opened, and a lady with a more noble temperament and a charming personality stepped out.

Her swaying graceful figure, coupled with the overflowing light divinity, made the three Abners immediately change their expressions, subconsciously stood at attention, and then bowed and saluted.

Because she is ‘He’ – the famous dancing goddess Barbara.

Wearing a golden hollow dress with high slits, the goddess's hot figure is almost visible.

Unfortunately, everyone didn't dare to look at it.

"I've seen God!"

"Yeah." Barbara responded casually, then turned around and said with a magnetic voice: "Then...Mark, I'm going to see my good family and then leave."

"Get out of here! Don't come here if you have nothing to do!" Someone's voice full of complaints came from inside.

"Hehe! Before you agree, I will come when I have time."

Abner and the others don't know if they saw it wrong. They always feel that Barbara, one of the majestic goddesses of the orthodox sect...seems...as if...is trying to please Mark? And Mark was impatient with Him?

This, Mark has such a big face!

After all, Mark sent Barbara out. He also saw the three of them and was about to speak. Suddenly the atmosphere in the corridor outside changed.

"Ding ding dong dong" a burst of beautiful music sounded, and brilliant colorful translucent notes floated out of thin air throughout the space.

The avatar of the music goddess Muse makes her debut!

"Sorry, Abner, please wait a moment." Mark showed a wry smile, and then looked at the muse who almost flew over, showing a 'don't come over' expression.

He took a step back.

This action is serious.

This made the muse, who rushed forward with enthusiasm, a little embarrassed, but she immediately changed her tune: "Mark - where is the new manuscript of the opera that you agreed on?"

"Didn't you agree to do it in a week?"

"I can't wait any longer -" the muse's drawn-out voice sounded a bit coquettish.

Mark's skin got goosebumps: "What the hell? Even the gods are regarded as manuscript rushers these days?"

"Don't say it so harshly! As Party A, it's just for me to urge you to submit the manuscript! I've never owed you any royalties, right?"

Mark held his forehead and thought to himself: I shouldn't have told her the word [Party A].

He went to the north before, which used to be the territory of the goddess of ice and snow. Even if the muse was addicted to singing, she would not dare to come to rush for the manuscript. As soon as he returned to the territory of the Orthodox sect, Muse immediately stopped pretending and came to chase him every now and then.

It just so happened that Mark needed a lot of money to modify the ship. In a sense, this was a two-way street.

After a full twenty minutes, the goddess, wearing a gorgeous skirt marked with musical notes, left with a stack of manuscripts in her hands and left with satisfaction.

Mark came out tiredly: "Everyone, please come in."

Upon entering, Vivian saw a thick stack of manuscripts on Mark's desk, and the name on it was "Don Quixote."

"this……"

"To deal with Litcher, the goddess of literature." Mark replied angrily.

"You are so busy..."

"I don't want to either." Mark said it sincerely.

This is the monetization model of opera, and there is an upper limit on income. In order to open up a way to make money, he not only blackmailed Emperor Peter, but also made a guest appearance in reciting novels to the goddess of literature.

In fact, he didn't even remember it himself. The magical system silently wrote out the novels he had read before.

Anyway, I like the goddess who looks like a literary girl very much.

Mark was so versatile that for a moment, the three of them forgot that this guy was so awesome at fighting.

Abner said: "Okay, we are here to ask about how to deal with the All Worlds Unification believers."