Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 54 Sothos's Relics
"Your Majesty's presence in my humble abode is a great honor. Your Majesty's dignified countenance shines like the sun and moon, illuminating my courtyard. I am filled with humility and awe."

Peyton read a couple of lines, then shook his head.
"No, that feels too over-the-top."

"Your Majesty's presence is an honor for us."

He thought for a moment: "Isn't this too easy again?"

"Good evening, Your Majesty. The moonlight is lovely. Would you like to stay for a simple meal?"

Payton sighed deeply.

"No, this is too casual; it's clearly like entertaining guests."

There was a knock on the door, and his son, Everley, came in carrying a bowl of medicine.

"Dad, what are you muttering to yourself in your room?"

Glancing at his son, Payton coughed and said, "What are you doing here so late?"

“Anna said you didn’t take your medicine again tonight, so I heated it up and brought it to you.” Everley placed a bowl of orange-yellow herbal medicine on the table from the tray.

Payton is getting on in years and has many health problems, so now he can only take supplements to alleviate them.

"Also, the doctor said that staying up late is bad for your health."

"Alright, alright, you're even more long-winded than Dani," Peyton waved his hand impatiently.

“If Mom were still here, she wouldn’t nag you; she would just force the medicine down your throat,” Efrey said, shaking his head.

"Enough talk! Get out!"

After shooing his son away, Payton locked the door and then paced back and forth in the room.

Look at the wall clock, it's almost eleven o'clock.

His Majesty said he would be back tonight, so it definitely won't be later than midnight, which means there's still an hour left.

So, how will Your Majesty get here? In your true form? No, probably just your consciousness.

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt an invisible force enveloping him.

In an instant, even the air seemed to freeze, transforming into a tangible pressure that enveloped him.

"It's your Majesty!"

Payton quickly bent down, but in his excitement, his mind went blank, and he forgot all the words he wanted to say.

Until that shout rang out:
"Payton."

"Chen is here!"

"I have come to retrieve Sothos's relics,"

"Yes!"

Payton immediately took out a black box from his pocket and presented it with both hands.

The next moment, their hands were empty; the black box had vanished into thin air.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Although he could hear His Majesty's voice, he couldn't see him in the room. Only the tangible pressure made him feel that he was being watched.

"My heart is devoted to the Empire! I would rather die ten times than regret it!" Peyton shouted.

"Um"

After that sound, the pressure that had been weighing on Peyton disappeared, and the various noises outside the window at night reappeared.

"They're gone? They're gone?" Peyton breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, wasn't it someone comparable to a god who descended upon his home?
"Not really."

Caesar stepped out from behind the wall, already holding the black box in his hand.

His current control range exceeds 300 meters, within which he can lock onto any target. To outsiders, it truly seems like a divine decree.

Having obtained the goods, he left Payton's mansion.

"Speaking of which, Peyton's house is quite large, and it's located in the very center of the capital," he thought, looking at the spacious courtyard within the ornate iron railings.

The Hayworth family owns a large automobile company with the brand name "Hayworth," which has consistently maintained annual profits of tens of millions of dollars. If there were a Fortune 500 company today, Hayworth would definitely be on the list.

I rushed back to my place as night fell, took out my key and opened the door. On the sofa in the living room, Yumilia was fast asleep, hugging a pillow. The radio on the coffee table next to her was still playing a bedtime program.

"He doesn't even know to go back to his room to sleep," Caesar said helplessly.

He gently picked her up, carried her into the room, placed her on the bed, and pulled the covers up. Yumilia slept soundly throughout.

Caesar quietly closed the door and returned to his room, where he took out the black box. The black box was perfectly square, with a matte finish, non-reflective, and without any gaps.

Caesar recognized it at a glance as a safe, and the highest quality one at that.

In the magical era of the past, there was also the concept of a safe. It was a high-level container made of mithril ore, sealed with magic, and a certain condition was used as the key to open it. No one could open it without the key, and forcibly breaking the box would destroy the contents.

Many nobles and great sorcerers used this to store valuable items.

Caesar stroked the black box, using his magic to sense it from the outside.

Sure enough, this black box was prepared specifically for him, and his aura was the key to open it.

After thinking it over, he decided to enter the Formless Heavenly Domain first.

The Formless Heavenly Domain rose, and he sat atop the royal family, holding the black box.

"Sothos, let me see what you've left me with."

As he channeled his magic, the black box broke down into small cubes, which began to rotate like a Rubik's Cube.

A blinding white light burst forth from within, and a figure appeared before him.
The sweltering sheepfold reeked of a foul stench. Several seven- or eight-year-old children, dressed in tattered clothes, were tending to the filthy sheepfold. Each child's face showed signs of malnutrition.

There was one exception: an older, burly man who leaned against the fence of the sheep pen, holding a pitchfork, but instead of participating in the work, he cast a lewd glance at the thin girl who was spreading straw.

This girl, who was just brought to the church by her parents yesterday, is considered one of the better-looking ones here; at least she has more flesh than those skinny girls.

He gazed at the church gate not far away, guessing that no nuns would come here anytime soon.

He licked his lips, shouldered his pitchfork, and went to the girl's side.

The girl screamed and immediately started crying, desperately trying to crawl away, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back.

A pitiful cry rang out in the sheepfold, but no one stepped forward. The children all had numb expressions on their faces, as if they hadn't heard it, and continued with their work. Even if someone dared to sneak a glance, they would be glared at by the big guy.

This big guy is the nephew of the church's elder nun; nobody here dares to mess with him.

Aside from the black-haired boy squatting in the corner, scrubbing the sink.

The girl's soft sobs continued to reach his ears, and Rean's cold expression gradually turned angry.

"Damn it, what does this have to do with me?"

Finally, he forcefully threw down the brush, picked up a wooden stick beside him, and, amidst the astonished gazes of those around him, walked to the straw.
The big guy was taking off his clothes when he turned his head and saw Rean holding a wooden stick.
"you"

Before he could even finish speaking, the wooden stick was already aimed at his face.

Immediately, blood and saliva splattered from his nose.

"You fucking dare hit me! You've gone too far!" The big guy roared furiously, covering his face, and pounced on Rean, pinning him down.
Rean wanted to raise the stick and hit him a few more times, but the long-term hunger made him weak, and the other man was twice his size. As soon as he raised the stick, the other man pressed him to the ground and punched him in the face with a fist the size of a sandbag.

The girl next to her was so frightened that she covered her clothes and backed away, hiding behind a pillar and trembling. The children around her listened to the heavy thuds with fear, not even having the courage to call the nun.

Just as Rean was struggling to resist, but his vision was gradually blurring, a shovel suddenly struck the big guy on the back of the head.

He screamed in pain, clutching his head and unable to move for a moment. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Rean raised the wooden stick beside him and stabbed the other man in the groin.

The screams immediately echoed for hundreds of meters around.

But Rean ignored everything else, grabbed the stick and continued to serve him, returning all the blows the other man had just struck him on.

The boy who had helped him earlier joined in the beating of the big guy, who roared and retaliated, wrestling with them.

While the three were locked in a fierce battle, the elder sister finally heard the commotion and ran over.

"Lock me up for three days! No food for three days! And you need to reflect on your actions!"

Rean and the boy who helped him were thrown into the dark and damp reflection room. The fat nun left after saying this.

"You fat bastard, I'll get you sooner or later!" Rean cursed angrily, his lips twitching with pain as he tried to move, but he still couldn't help but tilt his head back.
"Hmph, that last blow must have made him infertile."

After laughing enough, he looked at the blond boy lying beside him and said:
"Thanks."

Even if you save her, you won't win her heart.

The boy lying on the ground muttered.

"What?" Rean frowned.

“I’m telling you, even if you save that girl, she won’t be grateful to you, won’t think you’re brave, and won’t throw herself into your arms,” the boy said.

"What nonsense! I've been wanting to beat him up for a while now, I just need a chance to do it," Rean said, frowning.

The other person was silent for a while, and finally said "oh".

(End of this chapter)