Super Righteous Player
Chapter 537 - 78: Four Concealed Triplets

Chapter 537: Chapter 78: Four Concealed Triplets

Annan raised an eyebrow.

He noticed that Naifertali’s expression had become very strange as she looked at him.

It was as if she saw someone else through him.

A bit nostalgic, yet also a bit sad.

"May I ask..."

Annan inquired, "Did you think of someone?"

The cheerful and gentle voice of a middle-aged man emanated from the substitute known as "Giralda."

"Yes, I did."

Naifertali did not lie, nor did she speak vaguely.

The one who could bypass silver-tier Prophet and Idol Spells, Lord Giralda, was most likely a gold-tier wizard.

To him, lies probably had no practical significance.

And a Saint possessing the "Heart of Justice" would probably not have much fondness for deceivers...

"My elder brother is the Fearless Saint of this generation.

"I was wondering if you might be the bearer of ’Justice’."

Naifertali replied somewhat cryptically.

Because she was not sure if those three apprentices from the Secret Eye knew about this.

Hearing her words, Niusel was taken aback.

He looked at Annan with surprise. Could it be that Lord Giralda is the Justice Saint?

"No, I am not yet..."

Giralda was surprised by Naifertali’s sharp intuition and became curious about the fact that she actually knew another Saint.

However, since it was their first meeting and he didn’t know if there were any taboos here or if it was inappropriate to delve too deeply into the topic, which might affect the first impression.

So, Annan politely skipped over the subject for the time being. Yet, he himself hid nothing and did not put on any pretense, but simply stated his situation truthfully, "Perhaps I will be in the future, but I am indeed not a Saint right now..."

"You certainly will be!"

Niusel said emphatically, "There is no other choice but you!"

His words were full of confidence, loud enough to interrupt Annan’s speech and even startle Naifertali. He was even more confident than Giralda himself.

——No wonder!

He purified nightmares for strangers with whom he had no vested interests, at any cost, resolving their troubles.

Even after waking from the extremely dangerous nightmare trap, not only did he not ask for compensation, he did not even mention how dangerous the ordeal he had faced in the nightmare was.

The first thing Giralda did was to clarify the names of the innocent deceased, to seek justice for them—whether the truth of this matter had any significance to anyone or not.

After all, the person whose reputation had been tarnished was already dead and was not even a significant figure, just an ordinary person. Correcting scattered historical errors was a bothersome task that could easily offend others. If one were averse to trouble, they would have kept to themselves that Deword was not a follower of the Black Widow.

But Giralda did not do so.

Without a doubt.

——If this is not considered justice, then few things in this world could count as such!

Niusel looked at Giralda with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

These days, even asking the closest of friends or even relatives to resolve some difficulties... if that matter was indeed very troublesome, they were sure to complain about it afterward.

Those who could speak candidly and objectively about the difficulties they faced were already in the minority; to emphasize one’s personal skills, to make the matter seem more interesting, or to subconsciously make the other person feel grateful, to let them know the price paid and the risks taken, many more would dramatically embellish the troubles they had resolved.

A minor injury, when spoken of, becomes almost losing one’s life; when advancing funds, it becomes emphasizing how difficult one’s family finances are.

Only a very few would keep to themselves the troubles they’ve encountered and the difficulties they’ve faced.

Because they know all too well that speaking of these matters... is a second injury to the one seeking help. It does not harm their body but their dignity.

Niusel’s father was such a reticent person.

When he was very young, his father taught him—that one must never be proud or consider oneself a benefactor because of helping others.

"—A man must not be petty, must not use favors to seek repayment, and must not be ungrateful when a kindness is shown."

But Niusel’s father also taught him, "Do not expect others to live up to your own moral standards."

And Niusel always did just that.

Perhaps it was this sense of responsibility... that allowed Naifertali, who was much more outstanding than himself, to become his friend.

Niusel was very grateful to his father for allowing him to become such a person. He felt that his father, though not a sage, still possessed a heart of wisdom.

He himself wasn’t really foolish, he simply didn’t bother with many things; and since Naifertali was so smart and had a heart just as upright as his, it meant he could go about without using his brain, merely following Naifertali’s commands...

He could also see that in the Underworld, where legal consciousness was weak, it was almost impossible to find others like himself. He had long been accustomed to this reality—as his father had taught, he was a silent do-gooder.

He did not force others to do good, nor did he wish for others to strive towards goodness.

Yet now, he actually saw a way of conducting oneself similar to his own in Lord Giralda—no, even higher, greater!

Although Giralda didn’t say it, Niusel knew early on how dangerous the Sporogenesis Mill was.

Niusel felt that perhaps he couldn’t even manage that!

Like someone as great as his father...

He must be worried that if he recounted the dangers and difficulties he had faced, it would make him feel guilty.

And it would also cause his apprentices to harbor misgivings towards himself and Naifertali—because it was at their request that Lord Giralda had fallen into a dangerous situation, nearly unable to escape.

Lord Giralda must have noticed the bond of friendship formed with Miss Yi Yi and the others. That’s why he couldn’t bear to destroy or separate this connection!

Such a wise and gentle person...

"Could it be that ’Justice’ is now in the Underworld?"

Niusel speculated, "I’ve heard that the relics of Saints and Saints themselves are attracted to each other."

"I’m not sure about that..."

Giralda just helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

Niusel emphasized, "I know some friends here who can be trusted. If you need to, you can come find me at any time... I am usually here after midnight."

"When you leave, remember to pick a few leaves from the surrounding gray woods. A path will reveal itself when you come back."

"If I need to, I definitely won’t be polite."

Giralda smiled and pointed with his chin towards the back, indicating, "Won’t you invite us in for a talk first?"

"...My apologies!"

Naifertali immediately became nervous, gave a bow to Annan, then glared at Niusel beside her and silently mouthed the words "you idiot".

Afterwards, she quickly ushered Annan and his party in, brewing each a cup of lung-cleansing tea. This medicinal tea tasted somewhat like winter melon tea or lotus leaf tea and turned out to be quite palatable after adding sugar.

The requests from Jiu’er and the Four Concealed Kong were quite simple.

After listening to the party’s needs, Naifertali paused to think.

"Excellent advancements for Berserker and Ambusher, huh..."

She was not particularly unfamiliar with these two professions.

There weren’t many Berserkers in the Underworld, but there were quite a few Ambushers. After all, the light intensity and angles here were constant, and traps found too many uses.

But she quickly locked on to several possibilities.

Wanting to do the best job possible, she sought the players’ opinions: "Any special requests?

"For instance, which direction would be best for the advanced professions?"

Jiu’er replied without hesitation, "I don’t care if it’s dangerous, I want the profession with the strongest attack power!"

Four Concealed Kong, on the other hand, pondered seriously for a while.

He tentatively asked, "I want to increase my combat ability in encounters. If I can’t set traps in advance, I’m practically just spectating from the sidelines... I mean, just watching."

This was the truth.

Upon encountering enemies on the way, all he could do was activate stealth and stand bewilderedly by the wall.

He was too fragile, his backstab damage was not high, and he couldn’t deal much damage up close; his main tasks were disarming traps and setting them up...

It invariably felt too much like being a tool.

—A thief who sets traps also wants to deal damage!