Chapter 430: Chapter 256: Don’t You Want to Watch Together? _1
In Seth’s royal court, Dyson was courteously helped onto a carriage, while exchanging polite farewells with Giuliani and the deities in the distance.
Then, the Emperor of the Empire, with a host of royals at his side, stood on the steps, looking at Dyson’s procession, waving with a smile. It was a scene of joyous farewell and reluctant departure.
Inside the carriage, Dyson continued to stick his head out of the window and wave, not sitting back down until the carriage had left the royal court. He then pulled down the curtain.
As soon as the curtain was pulled down, his face fell: “A bunch of old foxes, they’re so infuriating.”
In the shadow of the carriage, a figure emerged and nonchalantly said: “This is normal. The hunters won’t let go of the hawks in their hands until they see the rabbits. Sir, we have to offer more benefits.”
“What benefits? A barren place in the desert, what benefits can there be? Can’t they uphold their spirit of dedication to Light, give money if they have money, contribute if they have power, and crusade against heretics?” Dyson vented irrationally.
The shadow remained silent, hiding in the gloom until Dyson vented his frustration before slowly speaking: “The beauty care projects in the Goddess of Beauty City cater to well-off nobles. Many would covet such a place, especially those old men, wouldn’t they want to rejuvenate and prolong their lives?”
“Although there is not yet proof that the Goddess of Beauty City can prolong life, based on the situation of Duke Leite’s old mother, it can at least provide a high-quality life rather than being bedridden, unable to take care of oneself.”
“Someone is sure to be interested. We certainly aren’t the only ones watching, it’s just that everyone is hesitant to provoke the elves.”
“But reluctance to provoke is one thing, and watching us monopolize it is another. This time, because of the seriousness of the Pope, they are willing to move, but it’s only to guard against the elves, they absolutely won’t help us. Whether we can take the Goddess of Beauty City depends on us.”
The constant analyzation of the shadow helped Dyson to cool down. He was rational but needed to vent his frustrations.
“Can we take the Goddess of Beauty City?” Dyson asked.
The shadow slowly responded: “Based on the current power comparison, as long as the elves don’t interfere, it won’t be a problem to take the Goddess of Beauty City. The strongest power in the hands of the abyss nomads is the self-proclaimed Goddess of Beauty, a fledgling deity. This kind of little God who popped up out of nowhere might be able to perform beauty and skin rejuvenation, but her fighting ability might not even be as good as a Truth Mage.”
Dyson nodded. As an Archbishop, he knew too well about Gods and did not fear them blindly. As long as he had enough power, it wasn’t impossible to kill a God.
“Uh, sir, I don’t know how to explain it. It would be better if you come out and see it yourself,” the guard next to the carriage hesitated.
Puzzled, Dyson walked out of the carriage and the person in the shadows followed him.
The shadow was a man clad in full armor with just a pair of eyes exposed. When he emerged from the shadows and revealed his face, it looked exactly like Dyson.
Dyson walked to the front of the procession and looked ahead, immediately understanding why the guard hadn’t known how to explain and had made him come out to see for himself instead.
In the distance, several dozen Holy Spirit Angels huddled in a circle, peering curiously inside.
Yes, dozens of Holy Spirit Angels, each with white wings on their back, emanating a sacred light. Among them, one Angel had particularly large wings, probably a Four-Winged Angel.
These usually rare Holy Spirit Angels stood with their backs to Dyson’s convoy, craning their necks to look into the center, where a sacred light was shining.
Seeing this, wouldn’t you be curious? Wouldn’t you be shocked? Wouldn’t you want to join in and see what was happening?
The mages, priests, and saints in the convoy kept reporting:
“Safe.”
“Safe in the air.”
“Safe underground.”
“A horse with a fur hat a few kilometers ahead, safe.”
Listening to the repeated utterances of ‘safe’, Dyson felt assured and craned his neck to look into the area circled by the Holy Spirit Angels. If the other party weren’t Holy Spirits, he would have already used the Eye of the Wizard to see. Now, he could only signal to the guards to send someone over to have a look.
PS: I’m a bit tired and experiencing some writer’s block, so I will update just one chapter for now.