NovelEnglishChapter 113
The pouch held 81 copper coins.
After giving them a shake, the 81 copper coins combined together to form a three-foot-long copper
sword.
The cassock.
The golden-colored amulet.
Heaven and earth.
A shocked look appeared on Cillian’s previously neutral face.
Lloyd could not help but shudder.
Nash stared deep into Cillian’s eyes as he asked cooly, “Can’t I be Master Calcraft?”
His master had passed down all his skills to him since the year he learned to walk and talk.
He had been three years old when he started learning.
His third eye was activated, and the Apocalyptic Star had entered the Palace of Fate.
The year he turned fifteen, he had helped multiple villages in the North solve the paranormal problems
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtthey were facing and received the golden-colored amulet from the National Association of Priests.
A thought seemed to strike Cillian as he asked in shock, “Are… are you Master Calcraft?”
Many years ago, an extremely talented young master surprised everyone with his appearance in the
North.
The master claimed his teachings were according to the Southern branch, and the locals addressed
him as Master Calcraft out of respect.
Priests wore different-colored robes based on their ranks. High-ranking priests wore red-colored robes.
He and Lloyd wore purple-colored robes because their ancestors had been masters who wore yellow-
colored robes and golden amulets.
Meanwhile, priests who had acquired the golden master amulets of their own accord wore yellow-
colored robes.
“My master has begun his latest journey with God. Since I am inheriting his robes, should I also take
his surname? You may address me as Master Calcraft if you wish!
“As for Master Nash… That’s the name I used in the past!”
Nash placed the copper sword on the coffee table. Then, he sat down with his legs crossed beneath
him and continued sketching on the parchment paper.
Cillian was stunned. It took him a while before he finally understood everything he had just been told.
He clasped his hands together and bowed to Nash before leaving the room.
Nash added, “Purple Star Astrology tells me that the fall of the General Star means an important and
long-term official will arise. Coupled with the Apocalyptic Star, it means the General Star is yet to
completely fall…”
Cillian shuddered as he hurried toward the outside of the estate.
He activated his Third Eye and looked toward the West once again.
A seven-colored Apocalyptic Star had, without him realizing it, materialized next to the General Star.
It seemed that he truly had the Apocalyptic Star in his Palace of Fate.
Nash took a deep breath as a slight, sad smile appeared on his face.
Did there truly exist people who dared go against Heaven’s will in this world?
Inside the mansion.
Stellar was ecstatic. “Nash, I didn’t know this was one of your identities as well…”
Though he did not know how powerful Nash’s robes made him, he had seen the priest of the Quiet
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From that, he could tell Nash was more powerful than those who donned purple-colored robes.
Nash said quietly, “Keep it down…”
Stellar said excitedly, “God is merciful. The warden can be saved. The warden can be saved!”
Walter gulped. His mouth had become exceedingly dry.
It was just as well that Nash was a miracle doctor, but he was also a master who had earned the
golden amulet.
He had already begun planning how he could get his precious granddaughter to get married to Nash.
Zakariah rubbed a hand across his chin and asked quietly, “Skadi. Nash and Hera have not registered
their marriage yet, have they?”
He was well aware of Nash’s three identities.
A miracle doctor, the Smiling Grim Reaper, and a master who held a golden amulet.
Anyone of those identities was enough to shock someone to their core.
Though his immature ideas were somewhat unethical, he decided to try setting them up together for
the sake of his granddaughter’s lifelong happiness.
Skadi was still in shock.
She had only just finished typing out her complaints to Hera when Nash began putting on his yellow-
colored robe. After gulping, she texted Hera, “Hera, treat everything I sent you just now as a bunch of
bullsh*t!”
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