Chapter 134 - Chapter 134: Chapter 133: It's That Silly Woman Again

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Chapter 134 of "Dimensional Codex System I m really not a cultist" starts revealing the story: Chapter 134: Chapter 133: It’s That Silly Woman Again The banquet was held in the Sanctuary... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 134: Chapter 133: It’s That Silly Woman Again The banquet was held in the Sanctuary Hall, and at the moment most of the guests had not yet arrived, only characters like Fang Zheng and Knight Conan had arrived at the scene early. After all, there were protocols to be observed at a banquet, like walking on a red carpet; ordinary people could not walk on the red carpet upon entering the hall, only those with fame and reputation could do so. Although logically speaking, Fang Zheng was one of the people qualified to walk the red carpet—after all, he was the main figure who destroyed the Gates of Hell and his merits were arguably not much lesser than the Guardians of the Order Fortress—he was not interested in such matters, so he brought Nymph along early to the banquet hall to snack and drink casually. After chatting a bit with Knight Conan, Fang Zheng took Nymph to a corner to rest. He had already learned the flow of this evening from Knight Conan, which was nothing more than first parading all the heroes who protected the Northlands in front of everyone, then the Archbishop at the core would come out to give a speech, followed by everyone eating, drinking, and if sympathetic, dancing and chatting with each other to cultivate relationships… Of course, Fang Zheng had no interest in these activities, he was only there because he heard that Shi Dong and Carl were also attending, thus he suppressed his true feelings and waited until now. Although currently Fang Zheng was considered a fringe member within the Sanctuary, Shi Dong was still quite decent to him, and both reason and sentiment demanded that he greet them. Then… then Fang Zheng would clean up, shake off, and leave, staying here was no fun, and it wasn’t as good as going home to pet the cat and learn magic spells. Fang Zheng had never particularly liked such banquet scenes, even before his rebirth, he actually despised similar gatherings. Unfortunately, as a high-level corporate executive, he had no choice but to attend… Time ticked by, and the hall gradually filled with more people, but these individuals were unrelated to Fang Zheng; he simply sat in the corner, amusing himself with the black cat in his lap and chatting with Nymph beside him. As for this young man hiding in the corner, although people were quite curious, nobody came to cause trouble. Given Fang Zheng’s current awkward status, he was not dressed in Templar armor nor a Wizard Robe, but as always, he wore noble attire. As for Nymph beside him, she was not dressed in her usual cloak and miniskirt, but had changed into a light and flowing long dress. Of course, Little Angel had already hidden her wings before arriving at the Sanctuary following Fang Zheng’s orders, otherwise, an Angel appearing in the Sanctuary would attract unwanted attention no matter how low-key Fang Zheng acted. Although Fang Zheng had indeed performed great feats, his reputation at the moment was still not prominent, even less so than Knight Conan, who had returned from the Order Fortress. This was also a consequence of Fang Zheng’s negotiations with the Bishopric, since he expressed his unwillingness to commit wholeheartedly to the Sanctuary, naturally the Sanctuary also wouldn’t expend efforts to promote him. Therefore, apart from a few nobility ladies attracted by Fang Zheng’s appearance, most people regarded him as just a member from some noble family in the Northlands. If Fang Zheng were alone, perhaps some noble lady would come to chat, but with Nymph at his side, such bother was naturally absent. Although Nymph always treated Fang Zheng as her master, he had never regarded Nymph as a servant, but rather treated her more like his own sister. Therefore, Fang Zheng was naturally not stingy in spending money on her; the clothes he bought her were naturally top-tier. For this reason, no one dared come up to disturb them. After all, according to the rules of nobility in this world, if a woman did not attend a banquet by herself, then she must be accompanied by a man, either an elder brother or a fiancé. Although Nymph was young, the laws of this world did not concern such matters; in fact, many great nobles would train a “Female Attendant” for their children from a young age, essentially similar to a “child bride.” The nobles present were not blind, Nymph was young but very respectful toward Fang Zheng, yet seeing her sitting beside him rather than standing behind indicated that this girl wasn’t Fang Zheng’s servant. If you considered them as siblings, it didn’t quite fit either. Thus, this was obviously the best explanation. Since there were no legal stipulations regarding this matter in this world, therefore no one spoke more of it, much less caused trouble—this was a celebration banquet at the Sanctuary, did you overeat and come here to cause trouble? Perhaps tired of living? Since no one came to cause trouble, Fang Zheng was happy to relax, sitting in the corner playing with the black cat in his embrace. Little Black Cat was also irresistibly adorable, facing Fang Zheng’s approaching fingers, it would sometimes stretch out its little paws to pat at them, sometimes open its mouth to gently nibble. After being scratched by Fang Zheng on its chin and belly, it would comfortably purr and curl up in Fang Zheng’s lap, just like a little child. Occasionally rolling over, turning its body, let out soft cries—simply too cute! Source: Webnovel.com, updated on ƝοѵǤο.ᴄο Ah, why are there such adorable creatures in this world? Truly, one lives to pet cats! As Fang Zheng was immersed in the joy of petting the cat, unable to extricate himself, suddenly, a voice rang out next to his ear. “Why is it you? How could you be here?” Hearing this sudden voice, the little cat that had been rolling and frolicking in Fang Zheng’s hands got a fright and immediately burrowed into his chest. Fang Zheng also frowned in displeasure and lifted his head to look in the direction of the voice, his expression growing even darker upon seeing the person before him. “Hasn’t your family taught you how to greet people, Miss Connie? Can’t you show some manners?” Indeed, the person standing before Fang Zheng at this moment was the Templar Connie, who had previously clashed with him in Shadow Canyon. At this moment, she was dressed in Templar armor, looking heroic and valiant. However, her expression as she looked at Fang Zheng was exceedingly severe and wary, as if she had seen an enemy. And facing this woman before him, Fang Zheng naturally had no intention of showing a pleasant face, snorting coldly as he spoke. Hearing his words, another Templar standing beside Connie couldn’t help but step forward, one hand on the hilt of his sword, while glaring coldly at Fang Zheng. “How rude, you dare to speak to Lady Connie in such a manner! To be disrespectful to a Templar is a serious offense! Apologize to Lady Connie immediately!” “Oh?” Hearing the man’s angry shout, Fang Zheng snorted coldly and then disdainfully swept the man a glance. “Being disrespectful to a Templar is a serious crime? Then what crime is it to be disrespectful to a Grand Knight? Do you want to disembowel yourself right here? And… Miss Connie…” While speaking, Fang Zheng once again looked at the pale-faced woman with a mocking smile. “As a Templar, you dared to be disrespectful to a Grand Knight, it seems this is not just a problem of upbringing, but you also have quite the nerve…” “You…!!” Upon hearing Fang Zheng’s mockery, Connie angrily gripped her sword handle tightly, intending to draw her sword and fight Fang Zheng to the death right there. Unfortunately, she knew she could not do so, as they were in the Sanctuary Hall, and it was the New Year’s Goddess Festival. Starting a conflict here would only tarnish the Sanctuary’s image. Not to mention that Fang Zheng was a Grand Knight… His position was higher than Connie’s. Although the Sanctuary did not especially emphasize hierarchy, a Templar shouting and making a scene at a Grand Knight would not look good if word spread. How would others see her? Not to mention, she was the pride of the heavens, a descendant of the Castina Family… “…I am very sorry, Your Excellency Fang Zheng.” Although the anger in Connie’s heart was enough to boil the entire Infinite Sea, she still clenched her teeth and bowed her head. “I lost my composure just now and disturbed you; please forgive me.” “If it’s nothing, stay away from me and stop bothering me.” Fang Zheng had no affection for Connie, knowing she also disliked him, and perhaps she still saw him as that cultist, Williams. Since she was persistent in her ways, Fang Zheng naturally would not fake a smile to appease her, as that would only make her suspect he had ulterior motives. So, Fang Zheng simply made it clear he did not get along with Connie. That way, if she dared to accuse him of being a cultist in the future, everyone would suspect she was settling personal scores. Although she was also quite attractive, so what? Is she as cute as our Nymph? Is she as fun as our Black Cat? Having a little girl to accompany one while playing with cats is much more comfortable than getting involved with such a woman. So, having said that, Fang Zheng then bowed his head again and began to play with the kitten in his arms. As for Connie next to him, he did not even bother to glance at her. “You… you…” Seeing Fang Zheng ignoring her like this, Connie clenched her teeth, trembling all over with anger. Finally, she bit her lower lip and bowed down. “I am very sorry for disturbing you; we will take our leave now.” After saying this, Connie immediately turned and left, and the other Templars also quickly retreated. They were no fools; Connie was the Sanctuary’s cherished one, and even the bishops from the Bishopric tended to favor her. Yet this young man not only disregarded her but also severely reprimanded her. And more importantly, Connie was so chastised that she dared not retort? Who is he? Although they had already distanced themselves greatly from Fang Zheng, the Templars were still pondering this question deep in their hearts. But what they did not know was that on the other side of the hall, another person had also raised the same question.

Chapter 134 - Chapter 134: Chapter 133: It's That Silly Woman Again

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