Cthulhu Gonfalon

“You think too much,” Sui Xiong said. This was the reply Sui Xiong gave in response to Ray Shark’s worry and appeal. “Even if I really had something to do, I could always do it myself. Why would I get you to do it? Is there anything you can do that I can’t?”

Ray Shark smiled, feeling embarrassed.

Nevertheless, he felt reassured all at once.

Just as the Void Mask said, someone as great as he was wouldn’t need a mere viscount to do anything on his behalf. So the Void Mask’s purpose in coming here was simply to visit him. He supposed it was like passing by someplace and taking a look at the stray cats and dogs that he used to feed.

Yet as this thought came to mind, he felt a little depressed.

Even if he did not consider this bogus viscount status he had at present, his original identity was a mid-ranked adventurer of noble birth. How did he end up being at the same level as these stray cats and dogs?

However, before such a great god like the Void Mask, he was truly not so different from those stray cats and dogs…

He could not help sighing deeply in his heart.

All these psychological activities were seen clearly by Sui Xiong. He held back laughter, and as seriously as he could, he asked, “Have you heard about the recent movement for civilians to choose their surnames happening in various countries?”

“Yes, I’ve heard of it,” replied Ray Shark. When speaking of such a formal matter, Ray Shark got serious all of a sudden. “The Republic of Northwest was the first to start this movement, followed by the merchant party of the Commonwealth of Gold Coins. Then the Dhaka Commercial Association was next to follow suit. Not too long ago, the Mifata Federation also started on this… My guess is there will be more places following suit.”

“Your guess is right. Today, Keane Hill also announced this policy today. It was Louis Keane’s first decree after taking over as lord.”

Ray Shark nodded. This was not something that fell out of his expectation, “Seems like Anna Keane intentionally left such an order that could win over the people’s support. This is a good method. I shall learn from it in the future.”

At this juncture, he suddenly recalled something. When the thought struck him, he hesitated and did not dare to speak about it.

That little thought of his though was practically transparent before Sui Xiong—it was nothing more than asking if Sui Xiong could bless his son. However, he felt that he might have overstepped his rights and worried about being disrespectful.

The death rate of children in this world was relatively high, so the aristocrats were inclined to get blessings for their children shortly after they were born. The most commonly seen practice was to seek blessings of the clergymen of the Goddess of Family because it was among one of her priesthoods to protect the stability of the family. And of course, that included protecting the health and growth of the children. The next most common practice was to seek blessings from the clergymen of the churches of good gods, in particular, the God of Medicine, who was sealed as a god in previous years, and the God of Healing, who was resurrected after annihilation, were quite popular choices.

But no matter how popular they were, the blessings of the clergymen and the blessings of the gods themselves were clearly quite different. If a child could receive blessings from His Majesty, the Void Mask, that would definitely be more powerful than the clergymen of any other god!

But… would it be rude to invite this god to bless his son? Would His Majesty, the Void Mask, get upset because of this?

Sui Xiong could not help finding his worried look of thinking he might lose everything because he wanted to ask for this favor somewhat funny. With a gentle wave of his tentacles, a rainbow of colorful rays appeared out of thin air and landed on the little boy who was lying in a baby crib. He was snoring lightly and wrapped up so snugly that he looked like a little dumpling.

The colorful rays were like sand falling upon water and quickly penetrated the baby’s body. The child was still in a deep sleep, but a happy smile slowly spread across his face. Taking a closer look, one might even find a strange brilliance on his forehead that was mild and gentle like jade.

“This is… a blessing?” asked the spell consultant. He was unable to see Sui Xiong, but he certainly noticed how the lord had suddenly frozen. Then respectfully, he looked up into the air at an empty space next to where he was as if he were praying.

The more important thing was that Ray Shark was talking.

Where they were, there was originally only him, the spell consultant, a maidservant, and that little baby. Ray Shark’s mindless words were apparently not directed to the spell consultant nor the maidservant. And it was definitely impossible that he was speaking to his seven-month-old son. Then who exactly was he talking to?

The spell consultant was a cautious man, so he did not speak up to ask. Until that very moment when he saw those colorful rays suddenly appearing on the baby, he could not help but open his mouth.

His level of spellcasting was not high, and up till now, he had yet to step into the advanced level. But as a spellcaster who had been learning in the Highest Tower since young, his vision was unmistakable. At first glance, he could tell that the light rays on the baby were a condensation of Divine Power. In other words, this child had just been blessed. It was just that, given his ability, he was not good enough to tell the level of blessing.

But being unable to tell for sure did not mean that he could not guess. From the lord’s deferential manner, he could infer the level of the figure who cast the blessing.

No, using the word “figure” was too disrespectful!

Because this was most likely a clone of a real god!

Considering that Viscount Toon Samat was a follower of the God of Aristocracy, and an advanced Order Warrior at that, this clone that had descended to give blessings was most likely, a clone of the God of Aristocracy.

It was just that… this viscount was never one to be open and explicit about himself. Everyone only knew that he was courageous in battle and that he was a follower of Your Majesty of the Holy Kingdom of Noble Maids. But no one knew that he would be of such a degree of importance to Your Majesty of the Holy Kingdom of Noble Maids.

As all should know, even the child of the second son of the Thunder Lord would only be able to receive blessings from the Archbishop of the Church of the God of Aristocracy in the Duchy of Thunder.

It seems like his lord’s status is much higher than I imagined!

The spell consultant’s attitude was clear to Ray Shark. Though he did not have the ability to read minds, he could roughly guess what the other party was thinking about. Immediately, he smiled and said, “You think too much; don’t think too much.”

The spell consultant immediately lowered his head. He shut his eyes and mouth to indicate, “I don’t know anything.”

Sui Xiong was tickled by him and smiled. He decided to give him a blessing too.

But before that, he subconsciously looked into the mind of this spell consultant. Immediately, he saw a problem.

Why would he be mistaken as the God of Aristocracy? In what way did he resemble the God of Aristocracy?

Oh, right. He was invisible.

Sui Xiong was about to make his appearance and correct the spell consultant’s misconception when he was suddenly struck by a thought and eventually did not do so.

Because he had figured things out.

The reason he was mistaken for the God of Aristocracy was because Toon Samat was a devout follower of the God of Aristocracy. This was an undisputed fact. Even Ray Shack would not dare to express his change in belief—a change in belief was something major that could not be possible without enough preparation work. Moreover, Toon Samat was an Order Warrior who was listed in the ranks of clergymen-to-be.

An Order Warrior converting from his original belief to believing in a god of the chaotic camp?

Was this a joke!

Besides, in Keane Hill, there were many followers of the God of Aristocracy. Among the officials and vassals under Viscount Samat’s command, there were also several followers of the God of Aristocracy.

So his relationship with Sui Xiong was quite a shady affair indeed.

Thinking of this, Sui Xiong smiled. With a wave, a bundle of warm light was showered upon the study as Sui Xiong drifted away.

If there was a chance to, he would revisit this place. Then he would pry apart the foot of this wall of the God of Aristocracy.