CHAPTER 673: CHAPTER 668: PLEASE BESTOW A TITLE

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Ronald felt a bit puzzled.

From the young girl’s attire, attitude, and how she addressed him, he could guess that this was the maid from the Adler family.

Although the timing of her appearance was very ’coincidental’.

But considering the commotion caused by his battle with the artificial deity, it was possible that she had been drawn to the area.

However, the problem lay in the fact that.

After the initial greeting, the maid’s subsequent reaction was very strange.

Amidst the heavy snowfall, she stood beside Ronald with an exceptionally gentle smile and even took the initiative to open an umbrella to shield him from the snow. Besides that, the maid made no other move.

There were no additional questions or dialogues, no actions to clarify her stance, not even thoughts revealing her own attitude.

Even as the snow slowly covered Ronald’s lower body and formed an umbrella-shaped arc boundary, she still maintained the same unchanging kind smile, like a beautiful statue crafted by an artist.

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In all fairness, Ronald wanted to ask questions.

But all his physical strength and magic power were now focused on healing his body, making even speaking quite difficult.

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Thus, the two maintained this state for a very long time.

Until the snow became heavier and heavier, the accumulated snowflakes around them had already piled up to more than ten centimeters.

Finally, Ronald gathered enough strength to speak.

"Hello... you good?"

"Young master, I feel very good," replied the maid seriously, even slightly bending one knee in a gesture of respect towards him.

But afterwards, she continued to remain motionless, just like before.

Ronald, of course, did not plan to stay lying on the Wis River forever, so he continued to probe,

"Could you help me up, if possible?"

"This feeling of being slowly submerged by the snow is really not pleasant."

"I thought it was your personal hobby, young master." After Ronald initiated the conversation, the maid promptly sat beside him, extended her arms gently lifting his upper body into her embrace. The umbrella wedged between their bodies protected them from the snow, and while she helped Ronald brush off the snowflakes, her voice gently sounded by his ear, "After a battle, one surely needs a warm embrace, right?"

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Actually, the maid’s body was very cold.

From Ronald’s direct experience,

he felt like he was being embraced by a soft stone, not feeling the ’warmth’ she mentioned.

Being embraced by the maid, Ronald thought carefully.

He then asked according to what was recorded in his journal:

"Marian, can you help me with my injuries?"

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The question was simple.

But it was another cautious probe by Ronald.

Being completely immobile, every question he asked was carefully thought through beforehand.

Just like considering the relationship that the previous Ronald had with this maid.

He definitely couldn’t bluntly ask if she knew healing spells, as that would immediately reveal that he was not familiar with the maid’s identity and abilities.

So the ambiguous question, "Can you help me with my injuries?", was the only way to avoid exposing his lack of knowledge.

The maid’s response,

made Ronald feel a bit lucky.

Without asking further, she gently wrapped her hands around Ronald’s chest and then gently reminded,

"Young master, please bear with it a little."

Shush—

As soon as the words were spoken,

Ronald felt an intensely cold and oppressive magic power surge into his body.

This tangible, powerful force even ranked among the top casters Ronald had ever seen. Moreover, one should know—the nature of magic power is somewhat influenced by its user.

This meant that beneath the maid’s gentle demeanor was a heart very indifferent and cold.

So what exactly was her background?

Possessing such formidable power, was she content to follow the Adler family, which only had a single surviving lineage, hiding her name and living on the edge of the civilized world?

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Despite the unpleasant sensation of the cold magic power,

it did not affect the speed of healing the wounds.

As Ronald was contemplating these questions, the maid’s spell was rapidly repairing his body, healing all injuries sustained during the original blast.

Although the depleted magic power and physical strength weren’t restored,

considering the rate of recovery when Ronald had been severely injured in Berenwich and treated by the church,

upon comparison,

it was evident that the maid’s healing spell was exceptionally outstanding.

However, this bit of fortune was fleeting.

Just as Ronald’s mood slightly improved, the maid’s next words plunged him into an ice cave.

Still gently embracing Ronald,

the maid softly sighed,

"Ah... so it really is..."

"Master Ronald has truly left this world forever."

"..."

Ronald fell silent.

Had the healing spell not failed to restore his strength, he would have undoubtedly jumped up and escaped her embrace by now.

What did this mean?

Just by healing him, this simple act,

the maid had already concluded his true identity was not the original Ronald Adler?

Ronald’s mind began rapidly devising a strategy.

But just as he had come up with an excuse, an even more astonishing comment continued from the maid:

"If that is the case..."

"How should I address you in the years to come, Mr. Yang?"

Mind Reading Technique? Prophecy? Or some other spell?

For a moment, Ronald even thought he was still stuck in the trial of Divine Comedy.

What kind of joke was this?

Could his identity as a transmigrator be so easily exposed?

If understanding that he wasn’t the original Ronald was plausible, now revealing his identity from before transmigration was completely unexpected.

With the limited information Ronald had, he wasn’t even sure how much he had inadvertently revealed.

Just having dealt with a man-made deity,

and now another difficult situation was delivered to him?

Beating the BOSS and hardly getting any break time—couldn’t he get the treatment of a comic book hero?

However, it seemed the maid had anticipated all of Ronald’s reactions.

As his mind began to panic, she continued speaking with a gentle voice:

"Please rest assured, I mean you no harm."

"According to the contract signed with the Adlers, I will still serve you in the future."

"Now, please decide how you’d prefer me to address you."

"Master—"