I've Become the King of Villains in the Game

Chapter 766: Chapter 472 Death Guidance

Royal City Central District.

The Fire Pattern Plaza under Nightfall was still bustling.

Couples and spouses walked hand in hand in the comfortable evening breeze, elderly people dressed in meticulous retro attire stood silently with their hands behind their backs admiring the statues by the fountain, and several children gathered on the lawn, playing house.

In a corner of the plaza, Noah sat earnestly on a small stool in front of an easel, meticulously depicting the beautiful scene before him.

Since rejoining the team, he had participated enthusiastically in the team’s work, spending nearly all day in the Spirit World, either fighting pollution sources or responding to distress calls from Undead Foreigners.

Only at night did he have some free time to relax through painting… Previously, following Teacher Lutina’s travels around the periphery, he had almost stepped foot in every region, only the Royal City had not been thoroughly explored, so he planned to use this rare time to depict the different corners of Bixie Crost.

“Mr. Jack and Miss Floey must be enjoying the royal banquet right now… It’s a pity, Teacher Lutina didn’t want to take me with them,”

Noah shook his head slightly with regret.

Although he was a young steward of the Silver Dragon Trade Association and had experienced numerous banquets and parties since childhood, he had never participated in such top-level banquets held by the Sun Royal Family.

“But it’s also good, this way I can immerse myself more in painting.”

He chuckled lightly, dipped his brush in paint, and began to add a man in black clothing to the canvas, and somehow Noah always felt the silhouette resembled Mr. Jack.

However, when he looked up to confirm his surroundings in the plaza, he couldn’t help but smile wryly… The man was only similar to Mr. Jack in attire and stature; he had mistaken someone else.

On the lawn of the plaza.

Five or six children were playing enthusiastically, an older boy with short hair draped a floral cloth used for picnics over himself as a cape, then put on a wide-brimmed straw hat that might have been stolen from a female elder at home, on his head, and, picking up a dried tree branch from the ground, said to the other children:

“I am the messenger of the Sun God, the Proud Father! I will fulfill your wishes! Quickly write down your wishes and hand them to me!”

“Alright, respected messenger sir,”