MTL - The More They Object, the More It Means I Did the Right Thing

Chapter 15 Ansu: You are right, but have you finished your homework?

The bright golden morning light filled the broken glass of the Holy See. The shadows of the plane trees outside the floor-to-ceiling windows fell on the mahogany walls. The branches trembled gently in the wind, reflecting floating green shadows all over the walls.

Ansu noticed something was wrong when he walked into the Holy See:

 Firstly, there were a lot of people, much more than the number of people praying in the past. Everyone’s expression was serious, but there was also a hint of excitement;

Secondly, the expression on the old priest's face when he saw him at the door was obviously much strange. Ansu could tell that it was mixed with a sense of schadenfreude.

“Your Majesty Your Majesty Anzu Morningstar.”

Father Danny had a smile on his lips, and the wrinkles around his eyes were squeezed together by the smile, "May the goddess's light shine on your path - good morning."

 Feeling weird.

 “Who is that person?”

Ansu pointed to the young man surrounded by him. He was blond and wearing a priest's robe. He was the center of the commotion.

The young man was half-kneeling in front of the statue of the goddess, his robe spread flat on the marble floor, and he was praying with a serious face.

The sun shone on his knife-like face, which was sacred and solemn. There were many girls surrounding him, and it was like the stars were shining over the moon.

 “Quasi Saint Ansu, His Majesty,”

Father Danny snorted softly, "That gentleman is the son of Priest Luwen, a glorious man who is about to be promoted to a saint, His Majesty Cavans, who has been given the title [Son of Glow] by God."

 What a long introduction.

“So there are three men kneeling in front of the statue?” Ansu said with a smile.

The priest is a high-level figure in this church. Ansu has also met Priest Lu Wen, and he does have a good background.

 “Please remain in awe.”

The fake smile on Father Danny's lips disappeared, "After tonight, Lord Cavins will be promoted to a second-level warlock, which is different from you."

 “Tonight?” Ansu raised his eyebrows.

“Witch hunting—I guess you, the young master, have never experienced it.”

Priest Danny stared into Ansu's eyes, "Hunt the terrible heretic yourself, so that you can be rewarded by the goddess."

“These days are red moon days, and the esoteric believers will offer sacrifices in batches.”

“His Majesty Cavans has accumulated enough faith points, and he has also mastered several strongholds of second-level esoteric cultists. After tonight, His Majesty will be baptized and promoted to a second-level warlock.”

 What surprised Father Danny was that Ansu’s expression did not change at all, and he just made a soft sound.

“He grew up with Luojia Mianxia.”

When Father Danny saw Ansu's plain expression, he thought he was pretending to be calm and snorted in his heart.

“He is the childhood sweetheart of the quasi-saintess, and everyone says they are a match made in heaven.”

The hidden meaning of the priest's words is easy to understand.

 Cavns likes Luojia, and Luojia recommended Ansu, so Cavans is unhappy with Ansu?

  Cavins. Ansu has played through seven rounds, but he just can’t remember any NPC named Cavins. When he was playing the Holy Maiden route, he didn’t even hear her mention it.

 There is not even a character entry.

　　　He is a pure passerby character.

 He said that he was Luojia's childhood sweetheart.

  Does Luojia know that she has a childhood sweetheart?

Ansu thought in his mind, but it was none of his business—speedrunners only wanted to level up and kill, and women would only slow down his leveling up.

“This dude is still so pretentious,” Father Danny thought angrily when he saw Ansu still looked so unconcerned.

 Half a while.

Ansu spoke again, he said: "By the way, this young master hasn't finished praying yet, there is a queue behind him."

 The most important thing Ansu pays attention to when doing things is efficiency. The son of a priest has been kneeling there for a long time, and there is already a long queue behind him.

And who prays surrounded by girls?

Ansu was too lazy to continue spending time here. Today's study tasks were not completed yet - so he turned around and left, waiting to come back in the afternoon.

Who would have thought that the priest's son seemed to notice it as soon as he turned around and moved his steps.

"Are you leaving?" Cavins stood up slowly, his eyes as hawk-like as his eyes, his tone rising, "Child of the Curse?"

As soon as the words "cursed son" came out, the whole church fell silent.

 This is a taboo that no one can mention.

 Many people held their breath and observed Ansu's expression.

 “I’m going to the library to read.”

I never thought that Ansu was not angry or humiliated. There was even a warm smile on his lips, and he even asked with concern, "Aren't your legs numb after kneeling for so long?"

　　　A little bit of Macavence's mouth twitched slightly.

Why is this guy talking so arrogantly? Who wants to discuss with you whether my legs are numb or not?

How can he show his Cavins piety if he doesn't kneel for a longer time?

 The longer you kneel, the more votes you get. Does this guy understand?

 Although I think so in my heart, I cannot say it like this.

 “I have never been numb in front of the church of faith.”

Cavens spoke in a very high-pitched manner, and the girls around him all looked at him with admiration.

 “Take two steps without hesitation.” Ansu said.

ˆ “.”

 Cavans exhaled slowly.

He told himself to maintain a dignified and elegant demeanor, to be as solemn as a paladin, and never to get angry with these two fools and cursed sons.

“Although my body is numb, my mind is still awake.”

"It's not like someone whose mind has been deeply blinded by darkness and numb." Cavins said with a prickly tone.

Of course, Cavans is proud of himself. His father spent a lot of energy to secure several locations for the occult strongholds, leaving them for him to clean up and eliminate.

After tonight's witch hunt, he will be promoted to a second-level warlock, and then he will successfully pass the saint test and become a noble saint.

And Ansu, the Cursed Child, has probably never been on a witch-hunting battlefield in his life, so how can he compete with His Majesty Cavans?

Without faith points, you can neither redeem the Holy Light Magic Book nor increase your mana level, nor can you become a second-level warlock.

"Just take two steps if you feel numb." Ansu said.

“Can you please stop talking about my numb legs?” Cavins’ face was full of black lines.

 “Then let’s change the topic,”

Ansu said, "Mr. Cavins, who is in a clear mind, have you finished your homework?"

Have you finished your homework? A simple question, seemingly an ordinary conversation, but it carries huge destructive power.

It is a judgment that comes from the depths of the soul. It is caused by the bloodline suppression of any student by the upper-level academic demon, and it is wrapped in the purest malice——

 Because Cavins’ homework today has indeed not been touched.

 It’s all because Ansu single-handedly increased the workload of all the exam-preparing saints in the border city!

Especially those from well-known aristocratic families, seeing that even Ansu, the depraved cursed child, is studying so hard, while his own children with good roots are so lazy, what's the matter?

 The corners of Cavins' mouth twitched even more when the painful spot was poked.

The most common thing he has heard in the past few weeks is, ‘Look what the kids from the Morning Star family next door do! ’

The guy in front of him was the culprit of his torture.

For Ansu to mention this now, isn't it just a show of provocation?

 “The lowly cursed child.”

 His expression was cold and authentic,

“You, the pampered son of a nobleman, have probably never stepped into the altar of the Tantric Cult, and have never eradicated a Tantric Cultist, because they are exactly the same kind as you!”

“In the early hours of this morning, I will gallop on the battlefield of blood and light, and you, cowardly and incompetent young master, continue to hide in your castle!”

Unexpectedly, Ansu looked surprised after listening patiently, and his tone even turned pitiful, "You can't finish your homework until early in the morning? It's a bit pitiful."

 Is this the point of this sentence?

 The point is that I have to go into battle and kill the enemy, not do those **** homework!

Cavins felt a pool of blood clogged in his chest. He felt that if he continued to fight with this guy, he would die of a cerebral hemorrhage.

 “I hope that when I see you on the Saints Test, your speech will still be as sharp as today!”

 After saying this, Cavins' legs gradually relaxed.

He walked straight out of the Holy See without looking back. When he passed by Ansu, he bumped the latter's shoulder hard.

Miss Enya's voice rang in Ansu's ears, "Do you need me to deal with him?"

  “.You are too extreme.”

Ansu shook his head. He straightened his clothes slowly and was not angry.

 It just feels like the kids in the lane get anxious when poked, and they talk so much when they get anxious. It’s really interesting.

 I was so excited to reveal such important information.

 The operation will take place in the early hours of tonight, right?

 For top players, grabbing monsters is the basic operation.

If this child finds that all the monsters around him have been wiped out by him in advance, will he cry out of anxiety?

 Ansu still has a little expectation.

I’m a newcomer to the starting point, so please take care of me, read more, vote for recommendations, and beg for rewards.

In addition, I would like to thank Bai Crowju for his recommendation. It’s a great book. No need to say more.

 (End of this chapter)