Chapter 111
In the midst of battle, saving with the "Judicator" would lead to death, and using the "Instigator" save would also end in demise. It was better to directly use the "Instigator" save and avoid combat as much as possible.
After clicking on the "Instigator" save, a silver flash erupted before Xia'er, gradually enveloping her vision completely...
...
【The Next Day】
【Year of the Saint 741, June 20, 13:00】
【Countdown - 23:59:59】
“Lady Xia'er... Lady Xia'er?”
“Lady Xia'er... what's wrong with you?”
An urgent voice rang in her ears. Xia'er slowly opened her eyes and found a peeled grape being offered to her lips.
At that moment, she was slumped awkwardly on the holy seat, flanked by two maids wearing red chip masks, their heads bowed in servitude. One of them humbly lowered her head and brought the grape closer to Xia'er’s mouth.
Xia'er, whose toes couldn’t touch the ground while seated on the holy seat, was now standing on something soft.
Looking down, she saw a maid prostrated on the ground, her back serving as a cushion for Xia'er, allowing her a more comfortable position.
Xia'er: "..."
This is the cult's domain, the back garden of the Saintly Church in Bolun City, not your home.
How did you come to enjoy this?
She looked up to see a sea of black-clad followers of the Saintly Church kneeling before her. At the forefront, Jidi was staring intently at the maid beneath Xia'er’s feet, saying, “Lady Xia'er, why aren’t you speaking? Shouldn’t the holy scripture begin?”
At that moment, Jidi seemed ready to kick the maid aside and take her place.
Xia'er waved her hand, and the three maids retreated, kneeling at the back behind Jidi.
As she waved, Xia'er noticed she was holding a pristine white handkerchief, which seemed to have something written on it in Chinese.
She unfolded the handkerchief slightly and read the words inscribed on it.
【The items exchanged from the subsystem are usable】
【Too bad I can’t play longer】
【(^^_)】
In addition to the two brief lines, there was a smiley face drawn, abstract enough to rival the system itself.
“Ha.”
A smile curved at the corners of Xia'er’s mouth as she crumpled the handkerchief into a ball and tossed it aside.
Now it’s my turn to play.
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PS:
Sorry! Only four thousand words today!
It seems I’ve typed too much and feel a bit drained. I’ve been in a state of not wanting to write all day.
I’ll write four thousand today and take a break, but I promise to write over eight thousand tomorrow to make up for it!
Hang in there, tomorrow’s me!
Good night!
Chapter Eighty-Six: The Dissection of the "Glorious Bishop"
“Thank you, this is fine. The road up the mountain is difficult.”
At the foot of Kelik Mountain, a plain four-wheeled carriage came to a stop on a small path.
A gentle voice emerged from within the carriage, and the driver brought the horses to a halt.
The door opened, and a left foot stepped down from the carriage, landing on the stone-paved road.
It was a pair of high-quality leather boots, their black glossy surface reflecting the midday sun.
A well-dressed man stepped down from the carriage, adjusting the brim of his top hat as he walked to the driver’s side, retrieving his wallet and taking out a five-shilling silver coin, which he handed to the driver.
“No need for change.”
The man smiled as he spoke.
After the driver expressed his thanks and drove away, the man grasped his cane and began his ascent up the mountain, looking every bit like a gentleman out for a leisurely stroll.
Before long, he reached the halfway point and spotted a massive estate built on a platform.
He approached the iron gate at the estate's perimeter, his gloved hands resting on his cane. After waiting a moment, a hint of confusion crossed his face.
Where is everyone?
He glanced around and noticed a sign nearby that read, “Site under adjustment, reopening at 15:30.”
The man raised his left hand to check his gold watch, which indicated it was 12:57.
Did I come at the wrong time?
He looked at the half-open iron gate before standing there for a moment, then decided to step inside.
He walked up to the entrance of the estate, entered directly, and surveyed the luxurious hall, soon spotting a familiar mark.
No mistake here.
Following the mark, he made his way to the reception room on the right, tracing the intricate patterns of the carpet that vaguely formed a special symbol, leading him to the next room.
Why is it so empty? Would there usually be so few people at Dedun Manor?
The man’s prominent nose twitched slightly; he detected no scent of blood. Soon, he relaxed his guard and pressed the switch for a hidden door.
With the sound of gears engaging and chains moving, a passageway appeared before him.
This place is well constructed... Too bad the builder, that priestess, messed up something crucial, prompting me to come and assess the situation.
If it turns out that the priestess’s negligence caused a significant error, I will have to take her for judgment and punishment. As for this place... it will be abandoned.
Such a major incident poses too great a risk of exposure; clearly, construction cannot continue here. Years of operation would turn to dust, and I must also clean up the aftermath.
Establishing an underground sanctuary is inherently dangerous, teetering on the edge of the rules.
Not only does it serve no purpose for the plan, but it also increases the risk of exposure. However, if the plan succeeds, everything here would become the priestess’s achievement, leading to her swift promotion.
This priestess is a bit too eager for quick success.
Thinking about the mess I have to deal with here, and how to discreetly relocate those who have already become followers, he felt a wave of exhaustion wash over him.
“Alas.”
The man sighed, and several figures in long white robes emerged behind him.
One of the white figures walked ahead, and soon a man in a white robe appeared before the hidden passage.
His ornate robe nearly concealed every inch of his skin, and a faceless mask obscured his expression.
In that moment, his aura shifted; the charming gentleman vanished, replaced by a cold, mechanical bishop, devoid of any emotion.
He stiffly raised his left hand, glancing at his watch, which now read 13:00. He could faintly hear sounds coming from the chapel below.
Are they all down there?
Today isn’t a prayer day; gathering down there at this time clearly violates the rules.
He stepped into the hidden passage, and the white figures followed in line, closing the hidden door behind him and slipping back into his shadow.
The bishop descended the stairs with precise steps. Halfway down, he heard a strange gunshot.
Bang—
“Hmm…”
What’s going on?
Before he could grasp what was happening below, he heard a unified recitation echoing up from below, reminiscent of a choir in the chapel, the sound reverberating in the spiral corridor.
“In the endless darkness, I call upon you, Sadana…”
“In the rifts of time and space, your existence transcends all…”
“…”
The bishop stood still for a moment, revealing no expression, but inside, he had already sentenced this priestess to death.
To organize a collective prayer without the bishop present...
Are you trying to rebel?
The bishop resumed his descent, but this time, his pace quickened.
As he approached, the prayer grew louder, and he began to sense something was off.
This... isn’t a normal prayer.
Those people were shouting the prayers like they were howling, their tone filled with madness.
For a moment, he could hardly distinguish between the humans praying and the whispers in his own mind.
He paused at the entrance of the stone spiral staircase, gazing at the stone door engraved with the faceless deity, and raised his hand to press against it.
But at that moment, he felt a strong spiritual alarm.
It was a warning as intense as staring into an indescribable existence, causing his hand to retract slightly.
Soon, he seemed to realize something, slowly raising both hands to cover his ears.
The frenzied voices reciting the prayers... showed no sign of diminishing.
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