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Being treated so casually by Blake, Lefiya felt an inexplicable sense of grievance. She could only silently lower her head, her eyes clouded. She couldn’t figure out what she was thinking anymore.
"Blake, is it true that you’re going to have a Familia Myth War Game with the Freya Familia?"
Just then, Ais seemed to remember something and asked intently.
Blake didn’t say much, just nodded with his usual expression.
Hearing this, Ais’s golden eyes rippled, and she spoke again.
"No need. I can handle this much."
Blake skillfully stroked Ais’s head, saying nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Ais nodded. She didn’t ask anything further. Since Blake said so, then there would be no problem. This was Ais’s trust in Blake.
"Ais-san, let’s hurry to Loki’s place. They must be getting anxious."
Lefiya suddenly interjected. Although she was smiling, she gave off a feeling of forcing it.
"Blake, I’m leaving now."
Ais looked at Lefiya in confusion but didn’t think much of it. She simply bid Blake a soft farewell.
"Go ahead. I also have some matters to handle."
Hearing this, Blake smiled and nodded, then was the first to leave the area.
Looking at Blake’s retreating figure, Lefiya inexplicably felt a sense of relief. She was completely unsure of her feelings towards Blake now, and thus dared not stay by his side.
"I say, you’ve been following me for so long, it’s time you came out."
After walking into an alley at an unhurried pace, Blake suddenly turned around and said indifferently.
"Hehe, it’s truly you. To think you could so easily see through my magic that conceals my aura and figure."
As Blake’s words fell, a ripple in space appeared a few meters away from him. Then, two figures strangely emerged: a very beautiful goddess exuding an inhuman aura, and another extremely ugly woman with a strong presence, an LV.5 high-level adventurer.
"Pleased to meet you. I am Ishtar, the goddess of the Ishtar Familia. This is Phryne Jamil, the captain of my Ishtar Familia."
Then, the goddess smiled and introduced herself and her companion.
Hearing this, Blake glanced indifferently at these two ill-intentioned individuals, making it impossible to discern what he was thinking.
"I won’t waste words. My goal is simple. Your Hestia Familia is going to have a Familia Myth War Game with the Freya Familia, right? However, in my opinion, even with that terrifying strike of yours, you can’t shake the Freya Familia. After all, they have overwhelming numbers. But, if you add us, I can buy you time. And we also have the ability to break through the large-scale composite defensive magic cast by the Freya Familia’s mages."
Seeing Blake’s cold demeanor, Ishtar’s expression stiffened. She then quickly stated her purpose.
"Hehe, what’s in it for you to do this?"
Hearing this, Blake said with a half-smile, his tone full of mockery.
"...To be honest, gods don’t always get along harmoniously. Freya and I have a huge grudge, so I want to join forces with you to deal with the Freya Familia. The God’s Assembly held by the Guild hasn’t arrived yet, and the jump and content can still be modified. If our Familia participates now, it’s still not too late. Otherwise, you will definitely regret it."
Blake’s mockery annoyed Ishtar, but she didn’t show it. She just quickly clarified the situation.
"What are you? You’re so hypocritical it makes me want to vomit."
Seeing this guy implicitly threaten him at the end, Blake almost laughed. He then said disdainfully.
Ishtar, although his memory was a bit hazy, he still remembered roughly. Being a goddess of beauty, yet Freya’s status and popularity completely overshadowed her, she had been jealous and resentful of Freya for tens of millions of years, extremely petty. She would seize any opportunity to cause trouble for Freya.
He didn’t expect this guy to provoke him as well.
"You! A mere mortal, facing me, a god, yet so disrespectful, do you want to incur divine wrath?!"
Hearing this, Ishtar instantly became enraged, roaring. Her beautiful face instantly distorted. In his previous life’s words, it would make for a good meme.
"Apollo said the same thing before. Forget it, I’m too lazy to say more to an idiot like you. Hurry up and disappear from my sight with this weirdo."
Hearing this, Blake said disdainfully. He didn’t feel any pity just because this guy was a goddess of beauty.
Seeing that her usual beauty had no effect, and being mocked repeatedly, Ishtar’s breasts trembled with rage.
As for Phryne, who was called a weirdo, her expression was even more distorted. Her already ugly face, combined with her tall and bloated figure, made her look worse than a pig, an eyesore.
The next instant, Phryne’s entire body exuded an astonishing killing intent. She drew the large cleaver from her back and unhesitatingly hacked towards Blake’s head. There was no intention of holding back.
However, her large cleaver hadn’t even struck Blake’s body when it was caught between Blake’s two fingers. With a slight twist, he broke it.
As Phryne showed a look of horror, Blake casually flicked his finger, forming an air cannon that blasted her away. She crashed into the wall, creating a deep crater, and couldn’t help but spit out a large mouthful of blood.
"I haven’t even settled the score with you for your Familia’s adventurers maliciously guiding public opinion, yet you dare to bully me? Truly clueless."
Ignoring the adventurer who was effortlessly defeated, Blake looked down at the astonished Ishtar, saying indifferently.
"You actually dare...!"
Just as the recovered Ishtar was about to say something, Blake’s palm directly slapped this so-called goddess of beauty’s face, causing a crisp sound. Her face instantly turned red at a visible rate.
Clutching her left cheek and looking at Blake in disbelief, Ishtar’s expression gradually turned ferocious.
She, the dignified goddess of beauty, had actually been slapped in the face by a human!
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