Although loudly emphasizing his own legitimacy, there was a hint of guilty conscience on that young face.
"I've heard a saying among you Earth People, when someone emphasizes the legality of their actions, they are likely morally corrupt..."
The expression of the Sacrifice was half-smiling.
"You spent most of your fortune on distributing pensions and buying a Noble Title, then drifted aimlessly after losing your goal, indulging in pleasures, and ended up squandering the remaining assets, unable even to afford staff to maintain your estate, relying only on Spell to do basic cleaning, or chaos would prevail."
The Ancestor's brows twitched slightly.
"Then when you were short of money, you relied on your Constitution of Wind Element to take on certain extreme jobs in the Capital's themed shops. Any money earned wasn't saved but was spent in another shop catering to women. Moreover, when encountering a suitable opposite sex, you would secretly remove the shop's protective Magic—"
"Stop, stop!" The Ancestor blushed, flailing arms and legs, jumping up to cover the Sacrifice's mouth.
"I've been dead for so many years, can't you give me some respect!? What if the child hears it!? Haven't you heard another phrase from Earth People, 'the deceased are greater'!?"
The Sacrifice gently dodged, smiled, and said.
"I do know you Earth People have Necromancer as a Profession, so not every saying needs to be followed."
"Moreover, if your actions left an imprint in the Lineage, it's not good for her, although speaking of it now is meaningless."
"Hmph, say what you will, the child seems quite pure, not influenced by me." Seeing he couldn't stop the Sacrifice, the Ancestor gave up with a broken jar approach.
"Perhaps you are the one relying on Spell to leave a Lineage. When I left then, the Desire of the Moon People was so weak it nearly couldn't sustain normal reproduction, so it's natural you can't understand that joy."
The girl licked her lips.
The Sacrifice shook her head helplessly but did not further retort. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel-fire.net
"Perhaps it is precisely our differences that can bring a turning point. Thinking of it this way, maybe I should have kept you in the Moon Capital." She smiled suggestively.
"Spare me, I can't bear it." The Ancestor shivered.
The collapse of Illusion Realm approached the center, the Moon City had already Dissipation, leaving only a small piece of street beneath their feet.
They were silent for a moment.
"Looks like our story ends here." The Sacrifice said calmly.
"My life ended hundreds of years ago." The Ancestor shrugged.
"But you also said, she will help us continue writing, even if unseen, isn't it quite worth looking forward to?"
[Is the Sacrifice still alive?]
The Ancestor grinned, his figure dissipated like a phantom, only his Agility voice echoed.
"——To die embracing Hope, such a death is rare."
"Very true." The Sacrifice nodded, smiled, and closed her eyes.
In the darkness, it became empty, but after the silence, there was a faint song.
"——Children of the Moon, pure white children"
"——Wait, persist, embrace Hope."
"——The Hero who will redeem us has been born."
Then, in the darkness, a pure white light Bloomed.
[Hero has obtained Transformation: Twin Moons (Sloth)(50-R7,100-R7+,100+R8,125+R8+,130 obtain Dual Moon Strong Claim)]
D100+30=d100(47)+30=77