Chapter 84: Chapter 78: Estella’s Guilt

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Grandmaster Vladimir’s reaction frightened Estella. This… shouldn’t be mocking her, right?

Of course, she found Mr. Gemini’s words very special and interesting, and the fact that Mr. Gemini is from Li Long did add to it, but still…

Many present thought it angered the Grandmaster, but King Ola remained expressionless. He knew Vladimir’s level well; he was a true national scholar and very stubborn, “Teacher, maybe you’re overpraising, this child…”

“No, Your Majesty, I’m not exaggerating at all. The notion that productivity determines the relations of production seems simple, but it points out the internal logic of societal operation. Her Highness’s understanding of social systems also strikes at the essence of all things. My previous discussions are nothing but garbage compared to this. Thanks to the Earth Mother Goddess’s grace, Her Highness is indeed the Divine Favored, a fortune for the Kingdom!” Vladimir exclaimed excitedly.

The old man almost felt like crying in public.

In Moncalleta, the royal family shares the Kingdom’s fate; the Crown Prince is skilled in both culture and martial arts, the Second Prince controls Hidden Power, and Princess, as the Divine Favored, has such a deep understanding of worldly matters. Isn’t this divine favor?

“Your Majesty, Vladimir is not overpraising. My cultivation is lacking, and I just started to grasp it. Her Highness’s discourse is worthy of comment throughout history, spanning thousands of years of truth. Summarizing it requires an extraordinary historical and spatial perspective,” four-star Grand Scholar James remarked.

“Your Majesty, I am only struck by the shock and the philosophy contained within. Some things require time for reflection and organization,” another four-star Grand Scholar nodded, seemingly self-talking, gazing far as though still contemplating, not caring much about those around him.

The King knew the temperaments of the three Grand Scholars; they did not need to flatter, let alone a Princess.

Estella lowered her head at this moment. To others, it was a sign of Her Highness’s humility, embodying beauty, wisdom, and virtue. Little did they know Estella was filled with regret, knowing that the theory could have been astonishing, but not expecting it to outshine the Grand Scholars. How would she face Mr. Gemini?

That night, Estella caused a sensation in the Royal Capital. Beauty and status are innate, but abilities, especially ruling philosophy, can showcase one’s soul level.

The academic atmosphere in Moncalleta is grand, quickly spreading. It’s rumored that only Vladimir, the Five-Star Grand Scholar, can understand it; the other two four-star Grand Scholars need time to digest, while others simply can’t comprehend the essence.

Queen Kerry received the news, extremely delighted. Her beauty should not be overpraised; it was her most insignificant trait. With her as a mother, how could she be any less? Estella espouses something that even astonishes Grandmaster Vladimir; what does this indicate?

It indicates she taught well!

Yet, the King ordered not to overpraise; it was merely while praising a little progress, and more a praise for encouraging young people, yet the trend continued uncurbed.

All evening, Estella accepted admiration from all sides, and Queen Kerry wished everyone knew. As for her husband, hmph, if the daughter is excellent, she’s excellent—you can’t control it!

Admiration from her elder brother and shock from her second brother brought Estella much joy, especially from her second brother, Achilles, who always thought Estella, like him, was a loafer. Now, only he remained the only loafer.

Achilles felt very upset; could everyone praise Estella a bit more purely? Why did Mother have to use him as a contrast? Whom did he provoke? All he wanted was to be a quiet lovely man—is that wrong?

After the excitement, Estella returned to her palace but couldn’t feel happy. It wasn’t her viewpoint; it was Mr. Gemini’s. She was caught in a situation at that time, with a rebellious streak to anger her father, never imagining it would trigger such a huge sensation.

Lying in bed, Estella twisted and turned, her graceful figure swaying in thin gauze, her white jade feet curling from time to time, unable to sleep. To conceive such a profound philosophy, Mr. Gemini must have painstakingly put in a lot of effort, and she shouldn’t have done it.

What should she do? How could she do such a thing?

… Would Mr. Gemini think she did it on purpose?

Estella had never been so conflicted, nor had she been so restless. The guilt in her heart continued to spread.

On the other side, Li Xin was already prepared, feeling a bit excited and expectant. Holy Land, let’s begin!

In the middle of the night, Li Xin sensed Aunt Fei and young Xueyin were already asleep. It was very quiet around; he drew the curtains, extinguished the Hex Lamp. No matter what the Holy Land signifies, given its great significance to the Awakened, he truly couldn’t ignore it. Not only because of the side effects of the Balancing Divine Relic, but every time he entered the Round Table Conference and saw his star not lit, it was a bit embarrassing even with a thick skin, and he was curious about the abilities that dice could grant.

He swiftly arranged the Gate of Truth with Spirit Ointment—that rune power is truly mysterious. Every array corresponds to a type of power. Spiritual Ability surged in, lighting up the ground’s lines. The glow enveloped Li Xin instantly, his form vanished into thin air.

But not long after, with a thud, Li Xin heavily hit the floor.

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Li Xin opened his eyes, looking at his familiar bedroom. He just felt drawn by a force, somewhat like the feeling when escaping from the Secret Castle through the Teleportation Gate, but shortly, it seemed like crashing into a wall, then returning?

Could he not pass through the Gate of Truth?

“Ah Xin, Ah Xin, are you okay?” A rush of footsteps outside, Lin Fei’s anxious voice reached his ears.

“Aunt Fei, I’m fine, just fell off the bed accidentally,” Li Xin quickly replied.

Lin Fei outside only then sighed in relief. She slept very restlessly; it had somewhat improved in the city, but such a loud noise instantly woke her up.

Li Xin opened the door to reassure Lin Fei, “Aunt Fei, sorry, I was practicing in my dreams, rolled over, didn’t expect to really roll over.”

Lin Fei wore a loose nightgown, having hurried over, her bare shoulders quite difficult to avert one’s eyes from in their allure. Lin Fei laughed, rubbing Li Xin’s head, “I understand, young people, but also don’t overdo it, sleep early.”

Li Xin was dumbfounded, what?

Returning to his bedroom and closing the door, Li Xin was doubtful. He knew quite a bit about the Gate of Truth; as long as the Spiritual Ability reaction initiated, one could enter—it should have worked. How could he be bounced back? Is it because he’s not from this world?

Rearranging, seeing the Spirit Ointment scraped off a layer was truly painful. Rechecked everything, any Rune Array is very meticulous; if there’s an error, at mildest, it would be ineffective; at worst, it could severely injure or even kill the user. In this, every user must be careful.

Restarting the Gate of Truth, the familiar glow lit up. Enveloped by the light, whoosh, Li Xin disappeared again.

Thud~~~

Li Xin was once again flattened on the floor, but having the last experience, the sound of the landing was quieter this time. Flat on the floor, Li Xin suddenly understood why Aunt Fei said those words, hell, floor-for-daydreaming?

Oh, bleeding hell, this misunderstanding is significant.

Reopening the curtains a bit, letting the moonlight in, Li Xin lay in bed pondering. This didn’t seem like the Gate of Truth failing; at least the array was correct. A more likely possibility was due to some unknown reason, he was rejected by the Holy Land, or unable to enter.

This was a bit of a pity. Could it truly be because he’s an outsider?

If so, Luthor is too—how did he solve this problem?

With no hands on the magic potion, the weakening power of the Moon God Medal, and not being able to get into Holy Land, it’s truly miserable.

Li Xin was also a bit restless, with life becoming increasingly normal. If the Divine Relic went out of control, the subsequent effects would be magnified.

Wanku City.

Cantona awoke in a dark basement, beside a foul-smelling pile of garbage. No one wanted to come here, thus escaping layer after layer of pursuit. His body was extremely weak, with several starving rats gnawing at him. But for Cantona, these creatures were his lifeline.

Having supplemented a bit of energy, Cantona remained motionless. He realized there was a traitor within their Travel Group—there was no such thing as luck. This safe house was known to no one, yet someone close might have guessed its approximate location.

Now, he could only think of survival. However, he was not alone—his Divine Relic remained warm, another trait of possessing a Divine Relic, always having a backup reliance.

In the distant Li Long Royal Capital, a spacious and bright bedroom, plush luxurious carpets, with furnishing and layout incredibly exquisite, demonstrated the family’s long history and dignity everywhere. Luxurious tall candlesticks brightly illuminated the room. In silk pajamas, Christian on the bed stared with wide eyes, at the ceiling, seeming as if his gaze would pierce through it. So many days passed—why had no one sought him?

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