T0 Gaming Guild Saves the World

This is Anna's version of an elite education system that spends a fortune.

Mint didn't dare tell Sister Metasequoia that she had dropped out of school in a fit of anger, and she also had her own pride, thinking that she could make a name for herself by relying on her talent.

But after leaving the college and losing her stipend, money, which she didn't need to worry about before, became Mint's biggest concern.

Even geniuses need to eat.

So she could only carry her large and small bags and wander around the border city of Fengjia, which was some distance from the church but not too far away, selling her masterpieces with a mercenary look on her face.

Once he had raised enough money, he would regularly send it back to the church to maintain the image that he was still striving for improvement despite dropping out of school.

Entering the boundary between the virtual and the real, the first time she stayed away from home for an extended period, the first time she "embezzled" money, was also because she secretly ran back to the church.

Mint had wanted to talk about this with everyone before, but hadn't had the chance to speak up.

Just as Jiang Heyi mentioned it, she no longer held back and blurted everything out.

Mint knew that no one would laugh at her for being so concerned about saving face.

"It's just a small matter, nothing more than helping you cover up a lie, leave it to me."

Mint felt especially reassured when the jailer said that.

That's what he does!

French fries then brought up the topic that had been put on hold for some time, for fear of affecting the plot development.

"Were all those scrolls of yours made by Sister Metasequoia?"

Mint nodded slightly.

Everyone's expressions immediately turned strange.

Mint seemed to know what everyone was thinking: "When Mother Metasequoia gave me those scrolls for self-defense, she never mentioned their effects, only saying that taking them out could solve most problems, and it was best to use them only when in danger."

"Because she repeatedly warned me, I had no idea those scrolls were such terrifying tools..."

Actually, from childhood to adulthood, Mint always felt that Metasequoia's mother was a very mysterious person.

But it wasn't until Jiang Heyi used the scroll and displayed its terrifying power that she truly realized how extraordinary the Metasequoia Mother was.

After giving the church orphans a few instructions on what they liked to eat, Mint high-fived everyone and left.

Behind the mint, there is undoubtedly a shadow.

Nafiel of the Church of Eternal Night is conservatively estimated to possess combat strength of at least Rank 7.

After careful consideration, many players in the community believe that the continent where the Clarity dwells is stronger than Anna, and its magic system is richer and more diverse in its application.

Given all these conditions, what level of strength would a dawn redwood need to create a scroll that could severely damage its soul from a distance?

"The ninth floor, or should we go to the church?"

Jiang Heyi lit up the map, which was located northeast of Fengjia City, at the border between Anna and the Elf Kingdom of Xiuye.

The city-state was called "Hot Fat".

"How about we get the jailer a set of equipment?" Orange Tea suggested.

"Waaaaah, Tea Master, you're so kind."

"Ugh, stop faking your crying, it's disgusting!" the person in bed complained.

Orange Tea waved her hands repeatedly: "I'm just afraid you'll be a burden on the ninth floor..."

The jailer clutched his heart: "Why? Who made the Tea Goddess like this? She wasn't like this two months ago!"

The entire group at the boundary between the virtual and the real world shouted in unison, "It's you! It's definitely you!"

On the way to Hot Fat City, Orange Tea took out the pendant that Mint had given her and examined it, discovering that the words that had been blacked out were gradually becoming visible.

What was initially concealed was the name of the dawn redwood.

Hotfat is a city-state of similar size to Windjaw, but with a much smaller permanent population.

Because it was not located on a major trade route, the merchants who came and went did not bring prosperity to the area.

However, the number of transient residents here is exceptionally high.

The most common sight along the roadside is adventurers.

Because Hotfat is on the border of the Empire and borders Decaying Leaf, adventurers from the two countries interact quite closely.

The surrounding area is teeming with monsters and wild beasts, making it a hunter's paradise.

With such a geographical advantage, it's easy to imagine how high the martial spirit of the city-state is. There are as many as six sparring arenas marked on the map within the city-state, and the sounds of sparring can be heard endlessly.

Walking along the road, people on the boundary between the virtual and the real world were invited by several adventurer groups, and the prelude to the invitation was to fight first to test their strength.

"Is this the kind of environment that mint grows in...?" Orange Tea exclaimed in amazement.

"Now I know why some players get attacked by the obviously weaker Mint," Jiang Heyi sighed. "Even if they know they might not be able to win, if pushed to the limit, she really will bite."

The environment shapes the people; "Hot Fat," "Hot Fat," that's just like the name I'm using.

The Metasequoia Church, located on the outskirts of the city-state, is surrounded by lush trees and cultivated fields, far removed from the frenzied atmosphere of battles and hunts in Hot Zhi.

The boundary between reality and illusion arrived at nightfall, when the entire church was dimly lit, with only a few torches hanging in various places.

Compared to the luxurious churches in the capital, which are adorned with dazzling lights and crystals, the atmosphere here is one of gloom and poverty.

The four primal beings attempted to use their magical perception to find an unusually powerful source of magic, but to no avail.

"Wake up, if you could sense it, would the dawn redwood still be hiding here for decades?" the blanket complained.

The church was deserted, probably because it was past mealtime; when I opened the door, it was completely empty.

I asked "Is anyone there?" several times, but received no response.

Just as Jiang Heyi and the others were about to leave, a puzzled child's voice suddenly rang out from the darkness behind them.

"who are you?"

Jiang Heyi turned around and saw a boy of about 7 or 8 years old staring at them warily.

“We are Mint’s friends, and we have been asked by her to come back and visit you and Sister Metasequoia.”

Upon hearing the name Mint, the boy was visibly taken aback, and the joy that had just appeared on his face was immediately suppressed.

"Is there any evidence?"

Orange Tea quickly took out the pendant and handed it to the boy to examine.

Seeing the pendant, the boy felt relieved and shouted into the distance.

Not long after, a ball of light appeared there, as if someone was holding something up.

Upon closer inspection, everyone's eyes widened.

It was a nun surrounded by several children, tugging at the hem of her skirt.

Contrary to what they imagined, Sister Metasequoia was not an elderly woman; she looked remarkably young.

Chapter 200 The Demonic Metasequoia

Sister Metasequoia led everyone into the church and lit the hanging oil lamps, which brought light to the dim church.

With the light, everyone could see clearly that the nuns' and children's clothes were covered in patches.

The illuminated stained glass windows were riddled with broken pieces, yet remained unrepaired.

With two bags of homemade candies bought from a crafting enthusiast, the woman carrying a blanket and orange tea was busy distributing them to the children in the church.

Unlike other DIY foods and dishes, these have no special effects, but their appeal lies in their realistic taste, providing enjoyment and satisfaction for casual gamers.

Life at the church was austere, Mint said, adding that the children there generally had a sweet tooth.

The children happily accepted it, but didn't eat it.

Sister Metasequoia politely asked for one, curiously peeled off the sugar coating, and put it in her mouth.

Hearing her laugh and say how sweet it was, the children then began to eat the candy eagerly.

Zhong Zemo nudged the prison guard with his elbow.

"The nun with long, straight black hair is pretty and a good match for your XP system. Why is she so quiet today?"

In the past, he would have already started giving his comments.

Zhong Zemo and his quilt were prepared for the prison guard to suddenly have a relapse, in case he frightened Sister Metasequoia.

But the prison guard suddenly stopped having an attack, which surprised them.

The jailer scratched his head and frowned, saying, "I don't know why... it feels like my nun radar isn't working at all."

"What does it mean that there was no sound?" Zhong Zemo asked, puzzled.

"Maybe it's because Mint calls her 'Mom'?"

"Haven't you always just wanted to look good? Why is your purity so low now?"

The jailer shrugged, indicating that he couldn't understand the explanation.

Sister Metasequoia busied herself for a while, bringing everyone hot tea and citrus fruits that she had grown herself.

"Give it a try. I loved eating it when the mint was still around."

The tea was exceptionally sweet, and the citrus fruit had only a slight sour taste, leaving a lingering sweet aftertaste.

This is one of the few decent dishes that can be served to guests in this austere place.

Jiang Heyi noticed that some children were staring intently at the fruit plate while eating candy, their eyes filled with reluctance. If it weren't for the older children who were more sensible and hugged her, stuffing another candy into her mouth, she might have said something.

French Fries stood up and, before Metasequoia could stop him, distributed all the fruit from the fruit platter to the children.

"I'm sorry you had to see this," said the sage tree with a guilty expression. "The children are just being immature."

Jiang Heyi shook his head.

The children are already quite sensible. They've never had enough to eat or wear since they were little. It's rare for the family to have something good, but they always give it to outsiders first. If it were him, he would also find it hard to remain calm.

He couldn't help but have some doubts about his previous judgment.

Are dawn redwoods truly hidden masters?

If she had made all those scrolls, with the power of the dawn redwood to protect a church, how could the children around her have been left barely able to survive?

"Where is Mint now? Why didn't she come back with you?"

Here it comes, the part where Mint Mom repeatedly warned about covering up the lie has finally arrived.

Jiang Heyi took out the response script she had prepared beforehand.

"She has been granted the opportunity to read in the Star Speakers Academy's library and will be very busy for some time, so she specifically asked us for help."

The children exclaimed in surprise.

"Mint Sister is amazing."

"I thought she was just bluffing to reassure us, but it's actually true!"

The dawn redwood patted the children's heads to calm them down.

She smiled with relief: "I see. But Mint never mentioned to me that you've made so many friends outside. Could it be at the academy?"

“Yes and no, we have connections with some people at the Star Speakers Academy, and we met Mint by chance.” The blanket quickly chimed in, “Mint is approachable, and we became friends after a while.”

Metasequoia covered her mouth and chuckled: "Really? Mint is studying Potions. How are your grades? Have you made any progress?"

French Fries quickly added, "We've all used the potions Mint makes, and the effects are always surprisingly good. Her talent is genuine."

Metasequoia nodded with satisfaction: "That's true. That child has had a strong interest in potions since she was little. Oh... what about her combat skills? Have they improved?"

The jailer immediately replied, "Of course, she's a genius, an all-around rising star."

Metasequoia asked many questions about Mint's daily life, including her clothing, food, housing, and transportation. The concern on her face when she asked these questions reminded everyone of their own parents.

When they first left home to live at school, they were also very talkative, as if they had endless things to say.

Although it was not late at night, the children could not resist their weariness and slumped down in their chairs, dozing off.

Shuishan apologized and repeatedly carried the sleeping children back inside.

It was a cramped dormitory located behind the church, with the only light source being a nearly extinguished crystal lamp located above the dormitory, illuminating a dozen or so beds.

The light was dim and soft.