"Mohe, thank you."

After calming down, Doro said these words to Mohe.

Mohe looked at him meaningfully: "No need to thank me, Lord Doro~ This is what I should do. I have already received the reward I needed, so extending Lisidorwei's life has become a natural thing. We still have the basis for cooperation, or rather... I understand you better now, so I can trust you more."

She extended her right hand: "Let's high five, Mr. Doro! As the prologue to the reconciliation between the Hero and the Demon King."

Doro stared at Mohe's right hand for a long time, then reached out his hand and held Mohe's small, delicate hand.

"Eh?"

"Shaking hands is more popular among humans now. After all, it's no longer the time of war."

"Is that so~ Then let's do it this way... I see you've had good gains, shall Rose make grilled fish tonight?"

Doro nodded: "Grilled fish, sure, my grilled fish skills are quite good too."

Mohe picked up the fishing rod: "Then let's go back. If I spend too much time alone with you, they might start having other ideas."

"Although you are kind of cute, I can't really do this and that with you, not to mention your status, your age..."

This did not seem to bother Mohe: "Well, if the Hero can help me retrieve more parts, I might be able to grow a bit. Regaining my original body can allow my body to grow somewhat — but, haven't you noticed that I've grown a bit taller since we first met?"

Doro looked at her with some doubt: "Really?"

"You're of course quite tall, so it's not easy to notice, but if you look closely, you should notice, I've grown at least two fingers taller than when we first met, to be more specific, the size of the clothes is also a bit larger, especially around the chest area... Rose should know, I asked her to go to the tailor in town to help buy new clothes. It seems that this body is already starting to develop in the direction of a woman. I think I have a promising future."

Is that really the case?

Didn't notice the girl's growth at all.

Doro inexplicably felt a little guilty, especially when making eye contact with Mohe.

"Of course, the potential of this body, considering the mother of this body, probably can't grow to the extent of Lisidorwei. Why did I design her that way at the time? It was supposed to be designed for combat — was it aesthetics? I'll tweak her when turning her into the fourth generation."

"Lord Demon King!"

Lisidorwei suddenly popped out.

"Ah? Lisidorwei, when did you get here?" Mohe looked surprised, as if unaware of Lisidorwei's arrival, but everyone knew she said those words intentionally, "Just as you came, what do you think of my suggestion just now? Your body has too much flesh, unsuitable for combat, especially the extra flab. If it were hardened muscles like Doro's, it would be a different story, but such extra fat will affect the balance of the center of gravity..."

If she weren't the Demon King, Lisidorwei would have punched her already.

But she was the Demon King, so Lisidorwei could only look at her with a defiant gaze, then with a pitiful expression towards Doro, as if saying, "Do you have the heart?"

Of course, Doro couldn't bear it.

As a normal adult male, he would not allow such a thing to happen: "Mohe! I can't allow this!"

Mohe spread her hands: "You see, Lisidorwei, men are like this, crying here in this plain, enjoying warmth, but forever yearning for mountains. The saying 'having one's cake and eating it too' describes this perfectly, be careful, this man isn't dependable, he doesn't like being responsible."

Knowing Mohe was stepping on his sore spot, Doro could only show a helpless expression: "Shouldn't you start preparing to make wine?"

"Almost ready. Through the cultivation with my great artificial sun and advanced planting techniques... plus some people used a kind of magic I wasn't too keen on seeing to hasten the process!"

The two people sheepishly averted their gaze.

"In any case, compared to ordinary grapes, ours grow faster, now is the harvest season. Although I heard that waiting for naturally withered, fully ripe grapes still hanging on the vine is the perfect choice for making highly sweet wine. But wine that is not so sweet also has its own flavor."

"In fact, a political storm is about to sweep from top to bottom, I want to try to get things out before the political storm erupts, for sale. This probably requires one or two months of time."

The political storm Mohe mentioned was, of course, well understood by Doro and Lisidorwei; it was the legacy of Charlette and the expedition incident.

Bluntly speaking, Charlette's actions in the Lizardman Kingdom and Doro's expedition will directly lead to the failure of this expedition, and this failure will result in very dire consequences.

The White Church and the Human Central Empire, at their zenith, will reveal a weakness in front of many forces - once they show weakness, they'll be jointly attacked by other forces. Therefore, even Doro can speculate that the concessions made by the Human Central Empire and the White Church in this incident will be extremely limited, and even... they will adopt more extreme measures to demonstrate their power, like a wild beast flaunting its mighty presence.

Thus, Mohe's use of "storm" as a description is undoubtedly correct; this is an event that will impact the entire world from top to bottom.

And often when such a storm comes, the lives of the common people will not be easy.

You still do business, huh...

But Doro and Lisidorwei can roughly understand Mohe's meaning.

Her meaning is "I won't be stirring up trouble for the time being."

According to Doro's original estimate, when such a storm breaks out, Mohe would certainly intentionally guide certain matters to make things worse. The more chaotic the world becomes, the more advantageous it is for Mohe, and Mohe saying at this time that she plans to focus on selling her wine is her way of indicating that she won't be causing any trouble.

The Demon King's heart is as deep as the ocean, truly unfathomable.

...

"This is the beginning and end of the matter; the King of Shapeshifter Greenland schemed against me, and the former Hero A·Gedora, wielding the Hero's Sword, launched an expedition against me. In the end, I called upon the great deity, and the glory of the deity descended, preserving my life—the whole incident is incredibly clear, with no need for excessive discussion."

Charlette's gaze was cold; she had already removed that alchemy arm. That arm couldn't bear the divine power; only she herself, with a nature similar to that of a god, could exist completely. Nonetheless, it wasn't important.

"Saintess Charlette, our Elder Council's opinion on this matter is..."

"You needn't say more; I will naturally return all holy artifacts, and at the same time, I shall resign from the position of Saintess and enter the tower."

She appeared to be simply notifying, "As for how you will announce it externally, that is your affair. If you have any dissatisfaction, you can voice it now."

The deity had once descended upon this person. Although the high ranks of the White Church knew Charlette was nearing the essence of divinity, the true descent of a deity was a first in history, with stories only in rare mentions—there was even a trace of "divine power" left on her body. If she relied on this divine power to forcibly control the Church, it probably wouldn't be very difficult.

"...Lady Saint, we know of your decision, but now is a time of great disturbance; the Church needs your power..."

"Precisely because of this, I must do it," Charlette's resolve was firm, "All imagination is empty talk; one's power cannot resist A·Gedora, cannot resist the Demon King; all schemes are meaningless! Even if you take his sword, what of it? If he desires, the sword will respond to his call! I suspect the same for the Hero's Armor! And as for any curse within his body? I have already felt those curses have instead become a sharpening tool for his body, making him stronger... After some years, he might even be able to wear down the curse himself!

What of severing the tendons of his hand? His left hand wielding the sword remains incredibly powerful! For someone like him - those tactics are meaningless! Only by oneself reaching that realm does one have the qualification to contend with him!"

Charlette's words left the members of the Elder Council silent for a long time. They had never truly opposed Hero A·Gedora, thus were unaware of the opponent's strength, yet the always-calm and iron-blooded Saintess spoke so, her emotions uncontrollable—leading them to continuously imagine A·Gedora's power.

"In the coming days, do not take rash actions; he might already have his answers. If you don't cross his bottom line, he won't make a move. As for him and the Demon King, there's no need to worry. They will inevitably face off once more."

The crowd was puzzled.

The cooperation between the Demon King and the Hero is virtually a settled fact, so why would Charlette say they will inevitably face off once more? Are these words intended to reassure them, or does she genuinely believe this?

However, Charlette would not provide them with answers.

She merely walked alone into the tower once used to imprison Bai Lushi.

Everything else was left to be handled by the high ranks of the White Church, the Elder Council, Pope, bishops from everywhere, all needing to exert their efforts to smooth out these matters. Of course, correspondingly, Charlette had nearly surrendered all of her acquired power from the past decade.

She had even relinquished her original rights, including the right to designate the next Saintess.

Clearly, the Elder Council will have a Saintess under their control taking the stage.

The internal power distribution of the White Church thus changed.

Yet such matters are merely changes within the White Church; in other organizations, struggles even more intense are occurring.

The day the Demon King and Hero shook hands is also the curtain once again descending on an era of chaos.

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