1RomanceEB Chapter 20. Heading to the Clock Tower, fighting to the last moment, and committing suicide!
Chapter 20. Heading to the Clock Tower, fighting to the last moment, and committing suicide!
Philip glanced at Han Naixi, who spoke casually as if it were nothing, and then at Green, whose face was full of expectation.
He said helplessly:
"No matter what, those are the Third Hero's possessions. There's no reason for me to give them to you so easily. I can give you anything else, but this is really not an option."
Philip explained patiently:
"You should know that St. Petersburg is the hometown of the Third Hero. The Third Hero established the Adventurers' Guild here, and a dagger he used when he was weak has been passed down to this day. This is of great significance to St. Petersburg."
And I can't make that decision alone; even if I agreed, the Adventurers' Guild wouldn't."
Green had no idea that St. Petersburg was the hometown of the Third Hero.
"I don't care," said Dr. Raven, who had clearly finally found an opportunity to make Philip bleed profusely, and was not about to give it up so easily.
"Anyway, this dagger is the most expensive thing you have around here, so just tell me if you're giving it to me or not. If you don't, I'm going to throw a tantrum!"
Philip ignored what was bothering him and looked at Green:
"Actually, this Phantom Moon Dagger is not bad either. It is already one of the top civilian-grade weapons. Its sharpness and durability can even rival some obsolete military-grade weapons, so it can be called a mini-military-grade weapon."
If we follow the old classification system of "good," "rare," and "epic," this would be considered a rare item, so it's definitely worth it.
Green did not answer immediately, but looked at the Raven Doctor.
Seeing the Raven Doctor shake his head, she said:
"Fine, fine, I won't make things difficult for you. If you can't give me the real thing, can't we get a fake?"
Green: "A counterfeit?"
The Raven doctor explained:
"You think the Third Hero's dagger that's exhibited at the city fair every year is real? They're all replicas. But even though they're replicas, they're still replicas made by Shugu, the mixed-race giant blacksmith who forged the god-slaying weapon for the Third Hero and was the master of the renowned giant Yhorm.
Even though it was originally just a decorative item made by the blacksmith Xiu Gu as a memorial and remembrance, his skill was superb and the materials were solid. In actual combat, although it could not compare to the real Frostflower Dagger, it was far superior to other weapons. Its sharpness was extraordinary, and even top experts in the middle three realms would be injured if they were not prepared.
It's enough for you to use up to the upper three realms, and because of its solid materials, it will be very convenient for you to add any new functions to this replica Frostthorn in the future.
Philip hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and nodded, "Fine, let's give that replica to Green. We can always have another one made for the exhibition this year and replace it with a replica."
Green didn't have much to say. Although he was a little disappointed not to get the real Frostthorn, even a replica was pretty good.
"Thank you, Dr. Raven. Thank you, Mayor Philip."
"Ugh."
Philip felt increasingly cheated the more he thought about it.
It's only right that Green and his team deserve a reward for their meritorious service; they can afford to lose a little.
But he shouldn't have given Han Naixi that hundred gold pounds in the first place!
He thought Han Naixi was there to cause trouble and that he wanted to settle things with money, but who knew she would actually come to collect the reward!
Sending those precious gold pounds into the hands of Han Naixi, the disgrace of Nienia, is a huge loss indeed!
What a disgrace!
What a disgrace!
After thanking him, Green remembered something and said:
"Speaking of which, Mayor Philip, I am actually still a prisoner."
Philip glanced at Han Naixi and nodded: "Yeah, that's not surprising, since you hang out with Han Naixi."
The raven doctor sharpened his knife, "Old man, you're asking for a beating again, aren't you?"
…………
Ivan has been feeling down lately.
Not long ago, Ivan had already caught that damned fugitive Green, but to his utter surprise, on the way back to prison, he and his group of prison guards were knocked unconscious by a group of men in black robes!
Arrogant!
How arrogant!
Madness!
How arrogant!
Fortunately, the group didn't kill them, seemingly because they didn't want to cause any more trouble.
Upon waking up, Ivan's first reaction was...
"This is outrageous!"
"It's getting dark in St. Petersburg!"
Aren't they afraid of the tribunal coming after them for attacking public officials?
Just who exactly is this Green?
Ivan was deep in thought.
I just can't figure it out.
He only realized one thing: he was probably doomed.
"What do you mean you got knocked out by a bunch of idiots after you caught Green? Don't you know you should maintain the Imperial Flag state at all times?"
Sure enough, after Ivan told the warden what had happened, the warden gave him a severe dressing-down.
Warden: "I'll give you two more days. If you still can't find him, you'll have to come with me to the city hall to apologize to the mayor."
Two days have passed, and even with the cooperation of the police department, Ivan has still been unable to find Green.
He knew what the warden meant: he would have to take full responsibility for the prisoner's escape. Who knew what kind of things Green, a villain who dared to assassinate the saint, would do after escaping?
He might not only lose his job after he commits a crime, but he might also be implicated and imprisoned.
Ivan could only think to himself:
"Bitterness!"
This morning, very early.
Ivan was summoned to the warden's office and asked to accompany him to apologize to the mayor.
Now, Ivan followed the warden nervously toward the mayor's office in the city hall.
He could almost see himself being laid off because of this, unable to repay his monthly loans, his salary dwindling day by day, and ultimately forced to sleep on the streets because he couldn't repay his loans, dying like the lowly adventurers who had run out of money.
"Cheer up! Don't embarrass yourself!"
The warden snapped, "Remember, when you go in, say that Green and the other two serious offenders' escape was entirely your own fault, and has nothing to do with me, understand?"
Ivan nodded tremblingly and stammered, "I...I understand."
So the two of them arrived at the door of the mayor's office.
Before I could even knock, I could hear people talking inside.
"Alright, Green, your assassination attempt on the saintess was a misunderstanding. Wizard Walker infiltrated the gang and fed all thirty kilograms of tobacco to the fragments of the Golden Ancestral Tree, which can be considered a good thing."
Arthur the Bullslayer did indeed kill someone, and the victim was the son of an earl. However, the earl wasn't a powerful one, and the son even tried to cheat on his father. You've done a service to the people; good riddance!
I am generally aware of your situation; in short, it's nothing compared to your contributions.
Outside.
"this……"
"this……"
The warden and Ivan exchanged a glance.
Many people wanted to say:
"It's getting dark in St. Petersburg!"
It is said that I have mistakenly entered the Heavenly Palace.
Ivan felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and he felt himself about to faint.
The thought that Green had such a powerful background, capable of making even the mayor turn black into white, while he himself had once spoken ill of him...
Will he have me chopped into pieces later?
The warden's fat body trembled, and he said with surprise and doubt:
"Ivan, anyway, when you go in, explain to the mayor that I need to pee and need to go to the restroom. Just whatever you do, don't mention my name!"
With that, the warden dashed off toward the toilet.
Ivan cursed under his breath, "Are you fucking going to the toilet? Are you running away?!"
Ivan hesitated for a long time before finally knocking on the office door.
"Enter."
Ivan walked into the office.
He looked shakily at Green, who was sitting on the office sofa, his body hunched over, his lips moving as he clearly uttered four words in a low, subservient voice:
"Mr. Green..."
Green was taken aback. "Who are you?"
I don't remember.
Ivan's face was full of bitterness. I had just beaten him up not long ago. If you hadn't sent people to help, I would have already sent him back to prison.
Now that things have come to this, you're saying you don't recognize me?
How is that possible!
He's clearly intimidating and threatening me! He's trying to make me confess to my crimes!
Ivan looked up and said with a wry smile:
"Mr. Green, I will take full responsibility for my actions. Please do not harm my family; they are all innocent."
Green was even more stunned. "Wait, what is all this about? First of all, I don't even know who you are."
Ivan was about to cry; he couldn't forgive himself!
"It's me, Ivan, the prison guard you met once in prison, Mr. Green."
At this point, Green finally remembered: "Oh, it's you."
"Prison guard?" Philip thought for a moment. "The one who said he was coming to apologize, right? You don't need to worry about this. Green didn't assassinate the saintess; it was all a misunderstanding. You can go back now."
Ivan was taken aback. "Go straight back? Mayor, tell me what the punishment is now, so I can feel better."
Philip was puzzled: "What punishment? Didn't I already say it was a misunderstanding? Would I lie to you? By the way, when you leave later, please inform the police to withdraw the arrest warrants for Green and the others."
Ivan thought about it and realized the mayor had no reason to lie to him, so he cautiously nodded: "Then... I'll take my leave now?"
Philip: "Go ahead, go ahead."
Only after leaving the office and carefully closing the door did Ivan realize that his back was soaked with sweat; life is truly full of ups and downs.
He just couldn't understand how Green could forgive him when he had offended him so badly.
If he were Green, he would definitely be pushing himself to the limit right now!
After much thought, Ivan could only come to one conclusion:
"Lord Green is a man of great magnanimity, truly a man of benevolence and righteousness! If this were a time of chaos, Lord Green could very well be an emperor!"
After Ivan left, Green asked:
"By the way, Mayor, do you know how to get to the top of the clock tower?"
"The top of the clock tower? What are you going there for?" Philip asked, puzzled.
"this……"
It's really hard to say why.
"It's alright, it's fine to tell him. I've already set up soundproofing magic, no one will eavesdrop."
The Raven Doctor said:
"Although this old bastard implicated me to the principal back then, indirectly causing my forced expulsion from school, and is a treacherous, cunning, despicable, and shameless villain, with me here, I guarantee he won't dare to talk nonsense or make any moves against you."
Philip closed his eyes, pretending not to hear what he said.
"it is good."
Green nodded. Since Dr. Raven had said so, there must be no problem.
So he said:
"Simply put, the second hero's treasure is on the clock tower."
Philip didn't doubt it, but he was surprised:
"You guys are really lucky; you even found the hero's treasure."
Mabel sneered, "Of course. Don't you know who I am? I'm a favored daughter of heaven. If the people around me get a little bit of my luck, finding the treasure of the hero will be a piece of cake."
The bull-slaughtering knight muttered, "Finding the treasure might not be solely due to Grimm's literacy, right? What does that have to do with you?"
Mabel blushed, and then said things like, "Actually, I knew all along, but I just didn't say it on purpose," and "Green's wisdom is no less than mine, which is why he was able to crack the mystery of the treasure map," which made everyone laugh and even added a bit of joy to the air.
"If you want to get to the top of the tower, there's nothing I can do about that," Philip said.
"After all, I'm just a small mayor. Others hold special positions and won't listen to me."
"However," Philip paused, "as far as I know, the one stationed in the tower this year is Tian Sha Xing, one of the 72 Grand Masters of the Clock Tower."
In his early years, he was an impoverished adventurer who relied entirely on his loyalty, courage, and fighting spirit to become a top-tier figure in the middle three realms.
He recently joined the Clock Tower. He has a good reputation among adventurers, is known for his integrity, honesty, and hatred of evil. He is nearly a hundred years old and has long been free from desires.
If you're really going to get the hero's treasure, instead of resorting to underhanded methods, why not tell him the truth? He might actually agree.
"How about this," Philip suggested:
"If you agree with what I said above, I will send my familiar to tell him the situation. If he does not agree, it will save you from having to make an extra trip."
If you don't accept this proposal, I don't have any other good ideas. It's mainly up to you.
After discussing it, Green and the other two finally agreed to Philip's plan.
Philip then opened the window, and a piece of white paper floated out from his sleeve as he recited:
"Wind spirit, please hear my prayer."
"In the name of Philip Jess, the Contractor—"
"Please deliver this message to where I think and where I desire."
In the air, the paper that was originally drifting down with the wind gradually transformed into a paper crane under the chanting, and flew away shakily.
The paper crane, which had been teetering on the brink of collapse, vanished without a trace the instant Philip finished reciting his prayer, transforming into an invisible streak of light.
Grimm was surprised; the magician's methods were indeed superior, far surpassing those of someone like him who couldn't use magic.
That was a cool move.
Coach, I want to learn too!
A moment later, everyone saw the paper crane fly back.
It transformed back into a blank sheet of paper, hidden within Philip's long sleeves.
Philip received the message from above and said:
"The Heavenly Killer Star has granted your request."
"Really? That's wonderful!" Mabel exclaimed excitedly.
"But don't rush."
Changing the subject, Philip said:
"Tian Sha Xing said that you can go to the top of the tower, but you have to meet his requirements. He didn't say what they were, but you'll find out when you go to the Clock Tower."
Green and the other two said they understood, knowing it wouldn't be that simple to let them go up.
The three decided that after collecting their reward from the city hall warehouse, they would head to the clock tower.
It was while receiving the reward that Green suddenly remembered something.
"That's not right!"
The raven doctor asked, "What's wrong?"
"Where is the old wizard?"
I haven't seen him since I got back yesterday.
Mabel thought for a moment, "Maybe they have their own things to do."
Green hesitated: "Is this...right?"
"Oh, right, right!" the Raven Doctor exclaimed excitedly. "I'd completely forgotten! I'll go ask that old geezer Philip for another reward. If the old wizard doesn't come back, I'll keep it for him, hehehe!"
……
the other side.
Outside Petersburg.
The basement of a dilapidated church.
A group of people in black robes are gathering.
"Hmph!"
The old wizard sneezed. "Who's talking about me behind my back now?"
On the platform of the assembly.
The priest who spoke earlier said:
"We have already failed twice. The divine messenger's patience has its limits. We are now a desperate army. And as a hero once said:"
A desperate army is bound to win!
Ladies and gentlemen, listen to the Divine Messenger's next plan. This is the last time; we must succeed! If we fail? Then let us all fight to the last moment for the arrival of the Divine One, and commit suicide to return to heaven!