Options
Bookmark

Chapter 454: , the past

Joshua had already left. Cheryl took the two contracts and went to the second floor of the Mage Tower.

This place was much more spacious than the first floor. The sunlight pouring down from the windows on both sides fell in the middle of the second floor. Through the sunlight, Cheryl could see the dust floating in the air and the Owl’s feathers.

Following the trajectory of the feathers, Cheryl saw her best friend, sister Denise.

The nun was kneeling on the ground with her hands clasped together and her eyes closed. She was praying.

There was a rule in the land of saints that every nun had to spend about an hour every day praying to the gods.

“Denise, this is Nolan, not the land of saints. No one will care if you pray every day.”

Cheryl walked to Denise’s side. It was the first time she had reminded her friend where she was.

“But… This is my duty.”Denise opened her eyes and looked up. Cheryl’s face was reflected in her blue pupils.

“Duty? These are all lies fabricated by those swindlers. Why do you still believe them now?”

Ever since Cheryl joined the court of heresy, she no longer believed in the beliefs of the country of the holy religion or the lies of ‘God Bless the world’.

The motivation for her to carry out the mission was simply to survive. After defecting from the court of heresy, she held a disdainful attitude towards the beliefs of the country of the holy religion.

“You should know what kind of people those people who ask you to pray are in essence.”

Cheryl had told Dinisha many times that there were many truths about the land of the sacred religion. If an average person listened to Cheryl’s dark history and believed it, they might have already betrayed the religion.

However, after Dinisha came to Nolan, other than spending some time to write her ‘novel’every day, the rest of her life did not change at all in the land of the sacred religion.

“Does this have anything to do with my prayers?”Dinisha tilted her head in confusion.

“The relationship is that the god you believe in may be fabricated by them,”Cheryl said.

The nun shook her head calmly at Cheryl’s doubt.

“Cheryl, when I was very young, I got lost in a forest. When night fell, I was found by an elk shrouded in light in the forest.”

She reached her hand into the sunlight, as if wanting to touch the light.

“I believe that it must be the incarnation of Monica. He saved me.”

There were countless strange magical beasts in this world. Cheryl felt that it was not unusual for one or two moose to appear.

But Cheryl did not destroy Denisa’s longing at this time.

Belief itself was not a sin. If anyone was to blame, it was those despicable people who acted in the name of God but were not allowed to be seduced.

“Then do you want to return to the land of the sacred religion?”Cheryl asked Denisa’s opinion tentatively.

This nun would occasionally read some books about the land of the sacred religion. She seemed to miss her hometown very much as she was in a foreign country.

“I often think about it.”A nostalgic expression appeared on Denisa’s face again. “Every year at this time, I go to the orphanage in the Anta District of the Holy City to help. I wonder how the children There are this year. I also wonder if Mrs. Gill, who lives in the neighborhood next door, is better now.”

Wait… What were you doing when you were a heretic judge?

Cheryl looked at the nun and counted the things she had done in the sacred city.

If it was Cheryl who counted, she might have destroyed the underground organization’s lair under the orphanage and taken the Wizard’s head.

“Everyone in the sacred city is very good to me…”Denisa’s voice suddenly became softer, and she looked a little disappointed, however, she quickly forced a smile and said to cheryl, “But it doesn’t matter. I Won’t ask Cheryl to take me back willfully. After all, I know that the archbishop and the others hate us very much. If we go back, we might bring trouble to you, Cheryl…”

”…”

Cheryl looked at the slightly bitter smile on Denisa’s face, and her hands instantly clenched tightly.

As an insider, she felt an indescribable anger.

When Cheryl remembered, the sacred city was indeed filled with all kinds of warm memories, but it ended after Cheryl came into contact with the trial court.

Faced with the wanton actions of the trial court, Cheryl, who was unable to resist, could only choose to flee to Nolan.

But now, she was also unable to resist. Cheryl glanced at her slender arms. No matter how skillful her assassination skills were, she was still no match for the trial court.

“Cheryl, what are you holding in Your Hand?”Denisa’s voice woke Cheryl from her thoughts.

“This?”

Cheryl glanced at the two contracts in her other hand. She almost blurted out, “These are the contracts of the Devil.”.

“Denisa, someone wants to publish the book you wrote.”

Cheryl handed the contract that belonged to the nun to her. Denisa took the contract and glanced at the contents.

“Published? Is it a book that turned into paper like ‘The Empire’s Warrior’s secrets’?”

The novel Denisa wrote on the Magic Web was also written according to her own interests. Jose directly handed her manuscript fee to Cheryl to manage.

She was not particularly good at money.

“Yes, I heard that we are going to hold… a signing ceremony.”

Cheryl began to patiently explain the various rules of the contract to Denisa.

Cheryl had given up her status as a judge. The only thing she could do now was to go as far as possible on the path of the author.

..

In the Hearthstone Tavern.

Joshua stretched his hands and took a sip of the hot milk beside his hand.

“What are you doing now?”

Healy carried the dinner into Josh’s study as usual. As soon as she entered the study, she saw all kinds of ‘magic web interface’in front of Josh.

“I’m going to separate the immovable library from the Spellcaster Forum and make it into a website,”Josh said.

“Website?”

“You can understand it as another spellcaster forum. It’s just that the ‘pub’where the users discuss has become a virtual ‘library’, which is specifically used to write and store books.”

There was no concept of the World Wide Web in the magic net. Currently, only the programs written by Joshua were available on the magic net.

“In short, it’s a place to read books?”Healy placed the dinner on the table and then moved closer to Joshua to browse the new interface on the magic net.

“You can think of it that way. Moreover, this is just the beginning. In the future, there will not only be a website that specializes in reading books, but there will also be a website that can appreciate paintings, browse video records, or purchase goods,”Joshua said softly. “This is the real exciting part of the magic net.”

Comments 1

  1. Offline
    Reader0722
    + 00 -
    Chapter 454: The Past
    Joshua’s footsteps had long since faded. Cheryl held the two contracts, their weight feeling significant in her hand, as she ascended to the second floor of the Sage Tower.

    The upper level presented a stark contrast to the cramped space below. Sunlight, a rare and precious commodity within the tower’s depths, poured in through the encircling windows, illuminating the heart of the room. In the golden shafts of light, dust motes danced like tiny specters, mingling with the errant feathers shed by the tower’s ubiquitous avian inhabitants.

    Following the subtle drift of these feathers, Cheryl’s gaze settled upon Sister Denisa.

    The nun knelt on the unadorned floor, her hands clasped tightly in an attitude of fervent prayer, her eyes closed in quiet devotion.

    Aetherion’s rigid doctrines dictated that every follower must dedicate a significant portion of their day, approximately one hour, to supplication before the divine.

    “Denisa, this is Norland, not Aetherion. Here, your daily devotions will pass without notice or judgment.”

    Cheryl approached Denisa, her voice carrying a note of gentle concern. It was the first time she had felt compelled to explicitly remind her friend of their altered circumstances.

    “But… this is my duty.” Denisa opened her eyes, their azure depths reflecting Cheryl’s visage with unwavering sincerity.

    “Duty? These are hollow pronouncements, carefully crafted falsehoods by those who seek only to exploit faith. Why do you persist in believing their lies?”

    Since her defection to the heretical tribunal, Cheryl had systematically dismantled her belief in Aetherion’s tenets and the supposed pronouncements of its ‘deities.’

    Her motivations within the tribunal had been starkly pragmatic: survival in a brutal world. Now, free from its constraints, she held a deeply cynical perspective on Aetherion’s carefully constructed religious edifice.

    “You should be intimately familiar with the true nature of those who so piously demand your prayers.”

    Cheryl had, on numerous occasions, laid bare the dark and corrupt underbelly of Aetherion. Had an ordinary soul absorbed her grim testimonies and truly believed them, their faith would likely have shattered beyond repair.

    Yet, since their arrival in Norland, Denisa’s daily life had remained remarkably consistent, her routine unbroken save for the quiet hours she dedicated to her writing.

    “Does this have any bearing on my prayers?” Denisa inquired, her head tilting slightly in genuine bewilderment.

    “The connection, Denisa, is this: the very god you so fervently believe in might be nothing more than a carefully constructed illusion, a tool wielded by those same manipulative individuals,” Cheryl stated, her voice firm.

    The nun responded to Cheryl’s doubt with a calm shake of her head, her expression serene.

    “Cheryl, when I was very young, I became hopelessly lost within the dense embrace of a forest. As the shadows of night deepened around me, I was found by an elk, its form radiating a gentle, ethereal light.”

    She extended her hand into the sunbeam, her fingers tracing the invisible contours of that long-ago luminescence.

    “I truly believe that it was the physical manifestation of Monica. He saved me from the darkness.”

    This world teemed with creatures of extraordinary and often inexplicable magic. Cheryl conceded that the appearance of a radiant elk, while unusual, was not entirely beyond the realm of possibility.

    She chose, for the moment, to leave Denisa’s cherished memory undisturbed.

    Belief, in its purest form, was not inherently sinful. The true corruption lay with those who cloaked their own avarice and cruelty in the guise of divine mandate.

    “Then, do you ever find yourself longing to return to Aetherion?” she asked Denisa, her tone laced with a cautious curiosity.

    The nun’s occasional perusal of Aetherion’s sacred texts hinted at a deep-seated yearning for her homeland in this unfamiliar territory.

    “The thought often crosses my mind.” A wistful expression settled upon Denisa’s gentle features. “Every year, around this time, I would make my way to the orphanage in the Anta District of the Holy City to offer what little assistance I could. I often wonder how the children are faring this year. And I worry about Mrs. Gill, my neighbor; I hope her health has improved.”

    'Wait… What exactly were you doing when you held the title of heresy inquisitor?'

    Cheryl’s internal query was sharp, contrasting starkly with Denisa’s innocent recollections of charitable acts within the holy city.

    If Cheryl were to recount her own activities, the narrative would likely involve the clandestine infiltration and violent dismantling of an underground organization’s network operating beneath that very orphanage, culminating in the swift and decisive execution of a rogue wizard.

    “Everyone in the holy city has always shown me such kindness…” Denisa’s voice softened, tinged with a subtle undercurrent of melancholy. However, she quickly composed herself, forcing a gentle smile as she addressed Cheryl. “But it doesn’t matter. I won’t burden you with a selfish request to return. I am well aware of the deep animosity the archbishop and others hold towards us. Our return might inadvertently place you in considerable danger, Cheryl…”

    ”…”

    Cheryl’s gaze lingered on the faintly sorrowful curve of Denisa’s lips, and her hands clenched involuntarily, the contracts crinkling softly within her grasp.

    As someone with firsthand knowledge of the tribunal’s inner workings, she felt a surge of profound and bitter anger.

    In Cheryl’s memories, the holy city did indeed hold moments of warmth and connection, but those recollections had been irrevocably tainted by her experiences within the heretical tribunal.

    Faced with their unrestrained brutality, Cheryl, unable to reconcile her conscience with their actions, had been left with no alternative but to flee to the relative sanctuary of Norland.

    But even now, a sense of frustrating powerlessness washed over her. Cheryl glanced down at her slender arms. No matter how lethal her assassination skills, honed through years of grim necessity, she remained woefully outmatched against the might of an entire organization.

    “Cheryl, what are you holding in your hand?” Denisa’s gentle voice broke through Cheryl’s turbulent thoughts.

    “This? These are…”

    Cheryl’s eyes flickered down to the two contracts held in her other hand. The impulsive words, “These are the contracts of the Devil,” nearly escaped her lips.

    “Denisa, someone wishes to publish the book you’ve written.”

    Cheryl extended the contract bearing the nun’s name towards her. Denisa accepted the document, her brow furrowing slightly as she scanned its contents.

    “Publish? Is it to be transformed into a tangible book, like ‘The Empire’s Warrior’s Secrets’?”

    The novel Denisa had been diligently crafting on the Magic Web was a product of her own quiet passions. Joshua had been consistently providing her manuscript fees, entrusting their management to Cheryl.

    Denisa possessed a guileless nature and little interest in financial matters.

    “Yes, and I’ve been told that we are going to have… a signing ceremony.”

    Cheryl began to patiently elucidate the various clauses and implications of the contract to Denisa, her tone shifting to one of practical explanation.

    Having decisively turned her back on the life of a heresy inquisitor, the only path forward she could now envision was to dedicate herself wholeheartedly to the craft of authorship.



    Within the cozy confines of the Hearthstone Tavern.

    Joshua stretched his arms wide, a low hum of contentment escaping his lips as he savored a sip of the warm milk in his hand.

    “What are you working on now?”

    Ciri, adhering to her usual routine, carried dinner into Joshua’s study. The moment she entered the room, her gaze was drawn to the luminous tapestry of ‘interfaces’ arrayed before him.

    “I’m in the process of separating the library from the mage Forum and establishing it as a dedicated website,” Joshua explained, his fingers still dancing across a virtual keyboard.

    “Website?”

    “Imagine it as another mage forum, but with a specific purpose. Instead of a general gathering place for discussions, it will function as a virtual ‘library,’ specifically designed for the creation and storage of books.”

    The intricate concept of the World Wide Web remained absent from the magic net. Currently, only programs directly conceived and coded by Joshua were accessible within its digital landscape.

    “So, in essence, it’s a place dedicated to reading books?” Ciri placed the dinner tray on the table, then moved closer to Joshua, her curiosity piqued by the unfamiliar interface displayed on the magic net.

    “You could certainly describe it in those terms. Moreover, this is merely the initial phase. In the future, we won’t just have a website specializing in books. There will also be platforms for appreciating visual art, Browse recorded media, and even facilitating the purchase of goods,” Joshua said softly, a spark of visionary enthusiasm in his voice. “This is where the truly exhilarating potential of the magic net will be realized.”
    Read more