Chapter 310: Follow Me (2)
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Theo and his group arrived at a village near the Holy Kingdom.
As they got off the carriage, they stretched with groans.
"Ugh, we're almost there."
"Ah, so boring I could die. Can't wait to stab those high and mighty bastards."
Their expressions didn't change, still sporting the mischievous looks devoid of any seriousness.
However, Theo knew all too well that they were true psychos who could smile while plunging a knife into someone's throat.
Standing beside them, Theo advised,
"Hold it in. There's a very high chance that the top brass of the Order, below the rank of Cardinal, are all gathered there."
They looked puzzled.
"Why? There's an old saying, 'holding it in makes you sick.' Oh, we're already sick since we got those dangerous Angel cells transplanted."
"Wouldn't it be cooler to go out with a bang than to fade away quietly, Theo?"
"If you kill the top brass of the Order in a moment of rage, you'll be the ones forgotten,"
Theo retorted.
"Huh? You must be tired, Theo. That's not like you to say something so dumb. Killing the big shots of the Order? That would be the talk of the town."
"You're missing the point. Do you think the Order's top brass would let such a disgraceful incident leak to the outside? They're powerful enough to wipe out a small country overnight."
They stroked their chin as if deep in thought.
"Hmm, you've got a point. Guess we'll have to hold off for now..."
Of course, they were only pretending to consider it.
They hardly ever engaged in genuine thought.
Theo nodded calmly.
"Right. You don't need to resort to such extreme measures. Soon, your names will be known across the continent. I guarantee it."
At Theo's words, their eyes sparkled.
"Really? Can we become as famous as you, Theo?"
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The corners of their mouths rose in smiles.
Wasn't it said that fools find joy in each other's company? They looked at each other and chuckled.
"Hey. Looks like we're finally going to realize our dream."
"A life where people cheer just by seeing our faces. We've dreamt of this for so long!"
"If Theo guarantees it, it's a sure thing!"
"Great! Once we're famous, let's head straight to the city! Pretty girls will be throwing themselves at us just by making eye contact!"
"Where should we go? Polaris? Rubus?"
"You idiot, obviously Polaris. The girls there are supposed to be beautiful. Oh, and isn't Polaris where Waldeurk's domain is? Even better."
As if to prove they were indeed late teenagers, their greatest desire for fame was, unsurprisingly, women.
Theo sighed inwardly.
'That those two could endure being Practitioners is nothing short of a miracle.'
Langkter greeted the servants with a smile.
"Thank you all for the warm welcome. Seeing your smiles reminds me why I find happiness in this tough world."
His demeanor was filled with politeness and warmth.
The servants responded with adoration.
"As expected of Archbishop Langkter! How can you always speak so beautifully?"
"Haha, we can hardly grasp his wisdom. He must be an Angel sent from Renimid himself."
"We're happy just by seeing Archbishop Langkter!"
Langkter bowed his head to each servant in turn.
He then headed to his office on the top floor, the fourth floor.
With a sigh, Langkter hung his priest's robe on a hanger and sat in the office chair.
He then leaned back deep into the chair and crossed his legs, a stark contrast to his previous demeanor, exuding an air of nonchalance.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Langkter said coldly, "Come in."
A woman in her early twenties, with a blank expression, entered the room.
Langkter didn't glance at her, keeping his gaze fixed outside the window as he spoke.
"Report."
The woman bowed to Langkter and began,
"Yes, Archbishop Langkter. I have completed the enhanced divine baptism for all newly appointed Practitioners. They have all grown white wings from their backs, but we plan to deploy them on missions next week to observe further progress."
"Next."
"We have also completed the Wrath of God baptism for the Practitioners."
The Practitioners are a secret group that must not be exposed to the outside.
The "Wrath of God" baptism is described by the Practitioners as a last resort.
When used, it destroys the surroundings with concentrated light at the cost of the user's soul and body.
Nonetheless, Langkter remained unperturbed.
He still didn't look at the woman as he commanded, "Next."
"Saint Isabella and her party are expected to arrive at the headquarters tomorrow."
At that, Langkter showed his first reaction.
It made sense for Langkter to react that way since the very reason he had returned to headquarters after a long absence was precisely this.
With a swivel, Langkter rotated his chair 180 degrees to face the woman.
"Tell me everything in detail. The expected time of arrival, information about her entourage, and the purpose of that snake-like woman suddenly bringing her party to headquarters. Everything you know."
"Yes, I understand."
The woman began to share all the information she knew.
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