Chapter 225
If this news gets out... most of the followers of the Savior Goddess Church would likely defect to the Holy Arrival Sect. Unfortunately, this information must remain hidden.
Moreover, Tara was reluctant to share this news.
Only she knew the Mother Goddess's message... This was enough to prove her significance in the Mother Goddess's heart and set her apart from other believers.
Even centuries later, when this part was mentioned in the sacred texts, she would be referred to as the Mother Goddess's first servant, undoubtedly leaving a vivid mark in the scriptures.
Furthermore, helping the Mother Goddess achieve her "uniqueness" was akin to participating in an epic saga—something many believers could only dream of.
With this opportunity before her, Tara was determined to cherish it and assist the Mother Goddess with all her might.
Under the guidance of Shaer, Tara quickly drafted a letter to Geima, which she would personally oversee the messenger delivering—this was to avoid any unforeseen accidents.
As she stepped out of Shaer's house, a gentle breeze brushed against Tara's face, slightly easing her previously heightened spirits.
Soon, she carefully pulled out a piece of letter paper from her waist pouch.
This was the original draft handwritten by Lord Shaer for reference... even the paper was his own.
She unfolded the letter, slowly bringing it to her face, taking a deep breath. After a long moment, feeling a bit lightheaded, she finally pulled the paper away from her face, exhaling softly.
Though it mostly smelled of paper and ink, there was a faint, delicate fragrance of a young girl mixed in... She had to treasure this letter until she could take it into the grave.
After carefully placing the original back into her waist pouch, Tara walked briskly down the street shrouded in night.
This couldn't go on; she needed to quickly fulfill Lord Shaer's instructions... to copy the letter and send it out...
At that moment, Shaer, standing by the window, watched Tara hastily retreating and felt a slight sense of relief.
This way... she had established a connection with Tara in reality, and the relationship was more secretive. Even in death, Tara wouldn't reveal any information about her.
What remained to be done, aside from stitching up the corpse, was just to wait...
Shaer glanced at the time.
June 26, 2:13 AM.
Everything had to be in place before July 1.
With the information from the simulation, Shaer was processing these matters swiftly, even pinpointing exactly what needed to be done at what time.
But the more thorough the preparations, the more anxious Shaer became about unforeseen accidents.
After all, this was reality, not a simulation; mistakes couldn't be undone.
Just as this thought crossed her mind, Shaer felt a slight headache and a buzzing in her ears.
She rubbed her temples, drew the curtains, and returned to her desk.
The candlelight dispelled some darkness, but it couldn't chase away the faint tension in Shaer's heart.
This sense of urgency and crisis was something her simulated self could never experience.
Having interacted with Tara early meant that misfortune would come sooner.
The variables had already appeared.
So... she couldn't rest yet...
**Chapter 156: July 1, Weather: Overcast.**
In a chilly room, a red-haired girl leaned against her bed, hugging her knees, covered by a blanket, her face buried in them as she slept.
A few minutes later, she suddenly jolted awake, as if drowning in a dream, her toes gripping the bed sheets tightly, wrinkling the once smooth fabric.
She looked around in confusion, her hair disheveled and falling over her eyes.
Quickly, her gaze grew cold, as if the moment of bewilderment had never existed.
"System."
Shaer called out to the system, glancing at the time.
6 AM...
It seemed that aside from the gas leak in the basement at 4 AM, there were no other misfortunes...
Without the interference of meeting Tara, the upcoming events should align with what was recorded in the simulation.
But she wondered if this misfortune would trigger a reaction from Lucy or Opode, leading to even greater calamities.
But it should be fine... at this hour, they likely hadn't connected the misfortune to the sealing object or anything else.
The more she thought about it, the stronger her ominous premonition grew. She shook her head, trying to stop the fearful imaginings from her depths.
She had never felt time stretch so long.
In the simulation, she had gone directly to the prison on the 25th to retrieve that thief, but Shaer decided to meet Tara early in the morning, so she spent most of the night of the 25th at Amy's house, leaving no time to execute that plan.
Moreover, she had also contacted the tailor in advance to ensure things could be done faster, as that was uncertain.
After all, the thief would remain in prison; her priority had been pushed to the back.
Now that other actions were underway, it was time to go to the prison and get her out, to avoid any prolonged troubles.
Shaer opened her wardrobe and found a full-body cloak, then spent two points of fate to exchange for something from the system shop.
A recommendation letter from a police officer.
This letter wasn't written by Aivina—after all, such a trivial matter didn't require her personal attention—but was directly taken from a police officer's recommendation.
It seemed Aivina had many of these formulaic letters, and all of them were genuine.
After placing the letter in a newly bought satchel, Shaer stood before the mirror to check her appearance.
Her hair color was mostly concealed, and she wore the Savior Goddess Church's necklace and bracelet on her neck and wrist—these were borrowed from Tara, who was adept at disguising herself as a member of the Savior Goddess Church.
Now, Shaer looked just like an ordinary believer of the Savior Goddess Church; as long as she kept her face hidden, she wouldn't attract any attention on the streets.
After all, in this city, the Savior Goddess Church was the dominant faith, and there were many people dressed like her.
Shaer didn't particularly want to be associated with the Savior Goddess Church, but if she wanted to disguise her identity without drawing trouble, pretending to be an ordinary believer was indeed the best approach.
Once everything was over, she would naturally donate some money to the bell tower church as an apology to the goddess.
Shaer made her way downstairs and opened the door.
It was now 6 AM, and the sky was still dark. The streets were nearly empty, with only the occasional cart loaded with building materials or goods passing by. The drivers, busy with their livelihoods, paid no attention to Shaer, dressed in black.
She continued on her way toward the Boren City Police Station.
About fifteen minutes later, she arrived at the station's entrance.
At this hour, even the detectives were off duty; aside from the entrance and the underground prison, the entire station felt deserted.
At the entrance, a night-shift detective leaned against the wall, dozing off, his body sliding down the wall bit by bit, when a voice suddenly jolted him awake.
"Yes, sir!"
The startled officer quickly stood at attention, still groggy, and saluted.
When he realized it was just a short figure in black, his initial panic turned to anger, but upon seeing the delicate hand extending the recommendation letter, his expression shifted to one of respect.
A one-second transformation—Ansu was a master of changing faces.
"Don't you need to open it and take a look?"
Shaer asked.
"Oh, no need, ma'am."
The guard shook his head, smiling. "Just tell me who you need to bail out."
He had seen many of these recommendation letters before; just a glance at the envelope told him the contents were likely the same as the previous ones.
If she really took the letter to verify its authenticity with the officer who wrote it, he would actually be annoyed—after all, he had sent out so many letters for favors that he couldn't remember who this one was for.
Though it's called a recommendation letter, it was essentially a pass that could be bought with money, allowing one to do certain things within the police station's jurisdiction—like bailing out an unimportant prisoner or detaining someone for a few days under the pretext of an investigation.
After accepting the letter, the guard adjusted his black helmet, waiting for Shaer to speak.
"I need to bail out the woman who was arrested for burglary a couple of days ago."
Shaer had already forgotten the woman's name and could only refer to her by her crime.
"Burglary? A woman?"
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