Extraordinary in Reality Through Magic Games

453: Chapter 438 Have you ever heard of the famous fertilizer?The Elf King did not react violently to Zhang Mu’s words.

Not to mention the content of the words was a bit embarrassing; if he could truly heal the life tree, being scolded by him would be perfectly acceptable.

The Elf King was a God-Blessed Professional. Below the Legendary level, this rank was the closest to the gods. Based on his understanding of the gods, the withering of the life tree had absolutely nothing to do with divine punishment.

If a god were to directly interfere with the Saul Continent—a continent that was extremely ”fragile” relative to a god—it would be instantly shattered by the impact of divine power.

The Saul Continent was the foundation used by the gods to stabilize their divine positions. If it were gone, the gods would cease to exist as well.

The continent was still perfectly fine, so the withering of the life tree naturally couldn’t be the work of a god.

The Elf King pondered whether he should provide Zhang Mu with a hiding place in exchange for his best efforts to treat the life tree.

He didn’t care in the slightest about whether harboring a heretic would anger the gods.

Under normal circumstances, ”mortals” didn’t need to worry about being punished for offending a god. A small matter wouldn’t be enough to provoke a god’s wrath to the point of descending onto the continent in their true form at the risk of mutual destruction.

Of course, one shouldn’t think that because of this constraint, they could insult or disobey the gods at will; the gods supported the strongest force on the continent—the Church.

Ordinary nobodies couldn’t withstand the pursuit of local branches. For extraordinary nobodies, the Church would dispatch high-level Believers to handle them. For top-tier human organizations like empires, the Pope would take action personally.

In fact, the Church wasn’t very interested in dealing with trivial matters; their mindset was roughly like that of an ”office worker.”

How enjoyable it is to sit in an office with air conditioning in the summer; who would want to conduct surveys on the streets in the sweltering heat? Unless it was something like the Lake incident, where a god handed down a divine oracle, which was equivalent to the big boss speaking.

Even so, the Church still tried its best to slack off—it had been two years since the divine oracle descended, and Zhang Mu had yet to face a direct attack from the Church’s forces. They hadn’t even issued an order to ”encircle and suppress Lake.”

Lake being besieged by neighboring countries and the Gangnuo Empire dispatching elite legions were all their own initiatives.

The Elf King understood all of this well and knew that hiding Zhang Mu within the clan’s territory wasn’t a risk. The only thing to be careful of was not letting the news leak, to avoid an onslaught from human empires eager to curry favor with the gods.

After weighing the pros and cons slightly, the Elf King felt that the disadvantages far outweighed the advantages.

Relative to the crisis of clan extinction, what does a little risk matter? As long as the life tree could be healed, the Elf King wouldn’t even mind kowtowing to Zhang Mu.

“Mr. Zhang Mu.” The Elf King switched to a respectful title with extreme pragmatism and flashed a smile. “I hope you can heal the life tree as soon as possible. To prove the sincerity of the Elf Clan, I can promise...”

“No need.” Zhang Mu interrupted him, pulled a slip of paper from his Storage Pouch, and handed it over. “Anyway, I can’t get out of your barrier. Send a few people to the Forest of Spirits, follow what’s written on this, and come back tomorrow morning to report the results.”

“Then we can start saving the tree.”

The Elf King took the paper and scanned it quickly. “I’ll go immediately.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, he had already vanished.

Zhang Mu raised both arms and stretched comfortably. “Alright, smoothly resolved.”

Frederica didn’t seem to care about the health of the life tree; she stared at him and asked, “So, you don’t plan on returning to Lake for a short while?”

“At least for a month.”

“A month...” she murmured.

“What’s wrong?”

Frederica snapped out of it, shook her head to indicate nothing was wrong, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, “When this is over, I want to continue traveling the continent.”

“Hmm? Aren’t you going to compete for the throne?”