Chapter 311: I Really Don’t Have Time to Visit Your Street Stall

“Why can’t I go in? Is the Church no longer a sacred place for Goddess’s followers to visit?” Inside the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, Stran was stopped by a Temple Knight. Beyond lay the living and working quarters for the mid-to-high-ranking clergy, a place where unauthorized personnel were not allowed. Little Weir was not considered unauthorized personnel, but Stran was.

No matter what Stran said, the dutiful Temple Knight firmly refused to let him take another step.

It wasn’t until the Bishop in White, accompanied by Little Weir and Lilith, walked out, chatting and laughing, that all the Temple Knights along their path saluted. Because the Bishop in White was present, Little Weir didn’t need to return the salute; after all, he was just an accompaniment, and the object of their respect was the Bishop in White.

Stran rubbed his eyes. He had originally thought that the two young people were just visiting some nun friends or something. He never expected that the Bishop in White would personally accompany them, and judging by the Bishop’s attitude, he clearly held the two young people in very high regard.

As Little Weir and Lilith walked past Stran, they didn’t even glance at him. After all, he was a stranger, and there was no need to acknowledge him. The Bishop in White escorted them all the way to the door, a level of treatment that few people in the entire city of Drake received.

Temple Knight Vol acted like a bodyguard, protecting the two of them well, at least putting on a very good show.

Watching the three leave, Stran finally came to his senses and quickly chased after them. He hadn’t even left the square when a luxurious carriage in front stopped the three. A richly dressed young man was invited down by the coachman. Little Weir and Lilith exchanged glances, both feeling a little amused, not expecting him to come looking for them.

Who was the person who arrived?

“Morse Rothe greets Lord Vol Deklan and Miss Lilith.” Morse Rothe, the heir to the Rothe family and the current owner of the ‘Withered Flowers Bell,’ looked well. Clearly, the effects of the ‘Withered Flowers Bell’ had not yet fallen upon him.

“Hello, Mr. Rothe.” Little Weir and Lilith returned the greeting, then quietly waited for him to speak. Morse Rothe was taken aback by their reaction, then quickly realized that they probably didn’t know him.

That made sense. He was ten years older than them, so they couldn’t really be considered peers. Weir Deklan came from humble origins and had only recently entered aristocratic circles, so he basically didn’t have many connections of his own. And Lilith, being a young, unmarried woman, had a very limited social circle, so she really had no connection to him.

“I am the first heir of the Rothe family, and I will be hosting a grand banquet in three days. I hope both of you can honor us with your presence.” Morse Rothe hesitated for a moment, then looked at the Temple Knight behind them. He felt that this wasn’t the right place to talk, so he had a sudden idea and decided to host a banquet.

“It is our honor, we look forward to your invitation.” Lilith responded very ladylike.

Little Weir added nonchalantly, “If the banquet is in the evening, we should have time. You might not know, but we are currently taking over as the president and vice-president of the Drake Advanced Academy Student Council, and the commander and deputy commander of the Drake Boy Scouts Reserve. We might be quite busy usually. I forgot to introduce, this is Temple Knight Vol, an advanced Temple Knight of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn, and the instructor of the Drake Advanced Academy Boy Scouts.”

“Both of you are the leaders of the young generation in Drake City. Please make sure to attend this banquet. There will be many attendees; all the prominent young figures in Drake City will be present.” Morse Rothe quickly added. Little Weir and Lilith exchanged glances, only able to nod and express that they would try their best, then gracefully took their leave and headed straight for the All-Purpose Shop.

Stran, not far away, pretended to pass by and heard their conversation clearly. President and Vice President of Drake Advanced Academy Student Council, Commander and Deputy Commander of the Boy Scouts. Have these two young people already started to enter politics and the military?

Had he taken on a formidable task? In the capital, all the women he had charmed were either dependents or widows, without much real power. At most, they could whisper sweet nothings, but clearly Lilith Kendall wasn’t relying on her family but was truly capable, and her fiancé seemed very influential too.

Seeing the three of them about to leave again, Stran hurriedly chased after them, shouting loudly, “Miss Lilith, Miss Lilith!”

Lilith couldn’t help but stop at the sound, turning to look. She didn’t recognize him. After a closer look, she still didn’t recognize him. “May I help you?”

“Uh…” Isn’t the first thing to do when meeting someone to greet them? Stran performed a standard bow, then tried to take Lilith’s hand for a hand-kiss, but Lilith quietly stepped back half a pace, dodging his hand, leaving Stran’s hand awkwardly suspended in mid-air.

“May I help you? We still have city guard training this afternoon, so we don’t have much time to linger outside.”

Oh my, city guard duty! What in the world is that? Stran awkwardly withdrew his hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Lilith. I am Stran, a painter from the capital, a romantic painter who pursues romance and beauty. I wonder if I might have the honor of painting a portrait of you? You are the most beautiful and pure woman I have seen in Drake City. Even the moon pales in comparison to you. Your beauty is like…”

“I’m sorry, sir, but I really don’t have time to patronize your roadside painting business. If you have something to discuss, you can wait for me outside the City Guard Barracks after I finish my training.” After saying that, Lilith turned and left directly, leaving Stran alone and flustered in the wind.

His attempt to visit Lilith was seen by Morse Rothe, who immediately signaled his bodyguard. The latter understood and quickly left, returning after a short while.

“He claims to be a talented painter from the capital, who has met Miss Lilith several times and once exchanged painting skills with her in the capital. He came to Drake City for inspiration this time and happened to run into Miss Lilith, so he went up to say hello.” The bodyguard reported the information he had gathered.

Morse Rothe pondered for a moment, then directly instructed, “Give him an invitation, and tell him that at the banquet in three days, I hope he can introduce Miss Lilith on my behalf.”

Thus, a misunderstanding arose, but the impact of this misunderstanding had not yet erupted.

“What are you going to do?” Lilith glanced at Little Weir. The ‘Withered Flowers Bell’ was no small trouble, and they were Morse Rothe’s only lifeline. However, he still harbored illusions, hoping to save himself through other methods.

“On the evening of three days from now, the elite clubs of Drake Advanced Academy will hold a large celebration at the Youth Activity Center to celebrate Threep Cameron’s promotion to intermediate warrior.” Yes, Threep Cameron had been promoted. After being repeatedly and utterly defeated by the singer in baseball three times, he broke through to intermediate warrior.

“Aren’t we waiting for Mike Bordo to get promoted?” Lilith asked in return.

“Why wait?” Little Weir chuckled and said, “Sometimes competition is what creates motivation. Threep got a first place, so next time it’s Mike’s turn to strive for first. Isn’t it better to be spurred on by shame?”

“Are there still first places for them to compete for?” Lilith smiled slightly.

Little Weir said as a matter of course, “How could there not be? The top baseball player, the top Boy Scout captain, the top student expert of Drake Advanced Academy—aren’t all these first places to be competed for? If not, we can just create a few projects ourselves and let them compete.”

“Heh heh, with the two of us around, how likely do you think they are to win first place?” Lilith gave him a big eye-roll. Little Weir immediately gave her a reason: “Organizers and judges are not allowed to compete. We are the organizers, so we are not qualified to participate, understand?”

“You’re full of tricks.” She implicitly agreed with his method. The All-Purpose Shop was quickly reached, and the three of them disappeared in a flash.