Chapter 1163 - 538: Stack Them Up!

Chapter 1163: Chapter 538: Stack Them Up!

After leaving the Natural Sanctuary through the teleportation gate made of vines, Herbert did not immediately return to Elda but was instead transported by Fulingya to a place that was somewhat unfamiliar.

Towering ancient trees surrounded him, and a slightly melancholic and silent familiar atmosphere pervaded the air.

The Forgotten Forest.

And not far from the ruins of the Beast Ear Clan’s village.

The God of Sand and Stone, who secretly plotted everything, has fallen. No one is watching this place anymore, and it has returned to being a land without an owner.

Strictly speaking, there are no opposing voices within the Natural Pantheon anymore, and Fulingya has temporarily grasped the real authority of the Pantheon, which is enough to completely retrieve all the hardships she faced in the previous struggles.

As one of the victims of that power struggle, the affected Beast Ear Clan is now safe. They can even return to their homeland and continue to live in the Forgotten Forest.

But this point, which Fulingya feels guilty about, she would not voluntarily mention, and Herbert would not easily let go either.

Things taken in, how can they be spit out? Where’s the sense in that?

Moreover, even if the Beast Ear Clan themselves may not choose to return to this sorrowful place.

Although the homeland is hard to leave, a new, warm, and safe place free from external discrimination and threats is more suitable for these kind women and children.

Furthermore, Herbert is the entire clan’s benefactor. If they do not repay this favor, how would they face those deceased clansmen?

They have wandered for too long, and Herbert extended his hand to them, offering them a Pure Land sufficient for survival.

This favor transformed into near-absolute loyalty.

The Beast Ear Clan’s loyalty to Herbert is extremely high, so much so that if he asked them to die for him, a large portion of the clan might voluntarily go.

And the other portion is not out of fear of death, but out of a need to leave some people to care for the children who have yet to grow.

This is both responsibility and hope.

As for Fulingya teleporting Herbert here, it wasn’t to hint at having the people sent back, nor was it to make him feel nostalgic.

The reason for doing this was because Fulingya had prepared a small gift for Herbert here.

If not for the unexpected unfolding of the Tree Spirit Embrace, otherwise, She was confident that this gift alone would be enough to move Herbert.

But now, the crucial point isn’t here.

Herbert pursed his lips, clearly feeling that the temperature of the forest air seemed to drop suddenly in silence, carrying an ever-present, sour jealousy.

A certain "tenant" residing deep in his soul was throwing a tantrum.

Oh no, oh no, the husband-devouring guest!

["Say something?"]

"... Words."

["Ha! You want to play like this?"]

"Not really, cough cough."

Herbert instinctively quivered a bit, then realized that he seemed to still be reflecting, and shouldn’t act so recklessly.

Miss Harmonious God didn’t mind this and continued to hum:["Ha, Forest Goddess, ’Tree Spirit Embrace,’ the ritual name sounds quite nice."]

Nenasha’s voice, cold with an obvious sarcastic tone, directly resounded deep in Herbert’s mind.

["The ritual mentions ’embrace,’ I think it should be called ’merge,’ right? Without my reminder, you two would have been stacked directly together!"]

Miss Harmonious God said while glaring viciously, stomped a foot in dissatisfaction.

["So, how do the Goddess’s lips taste, our charming Herbert?"]

Herbert pretended not to hear, continuing to walk straight ahead without glancing aside.

I didn’t hear, I didn’t hear.

Not listening, not listening, turtle chanting scripture.

I know nothing!

Right, I have serious business to do now!

It feels like something in the Beast Ear Clan’s camp is summoning me, must be what Fulingya prepared...

However, he suddenly felt a cold, hard little object tapping his left cheek lightly, continuously.

Tock!

The sound of "tock tock tock" was crisp, filled with discontent.

"... Sigh, alright, I surrender."

Herbert sighed helplessly, turned his head to look at Miss Harmonious God, who had returned to a miniature figurine size and was standing on his shoulder.

She had her hands on her hips, that intricately crafted little face full of disdain, using her crystal-clear, jade-like little hands to jab at his cheek.

Give you a punch!

["You keep pretending not to hear me?"]

Seeing him look over, Nenasha immediately stopped punching, but her tone became more malicious.

["I could see clearly at the time! That guy was obviously confused at first, you could have gently pushed Her away! Why did you respond? Why did you kiss back?"]

Her voice grew more agitated the more she spoke, unconsciously raising in pitch, carrying anxiety she wasn’t fully aware of.

["You clearly didn’t have to do that! With your skills, not to mention a Goddess in emotional turmoil, even if it’s... huh!"]

Listening to the cascades of murmuring beside his ear, Herbert remained silent, merely gesturing with his eyes for Her to continue.

You go ahead.

["Tsk."]

Seeing his indifferent "a dead pig doesn’t fear boiling water" look, Nenasha’s anger rose again.

But ultimately, she couldn’t say anything truly hurtful, so she took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the surging emotions, and rolled her eyes.

Pausing, She resumed with a serious, even slightly worried tone.