“Qiansitelin, hurry up. Can you do this?”
Muxuan finished the blueprints and hurriedly called over Qiansitelin, who had been slacking off for half a day.
His tone carried a hint of urgency.
Although he still had some ideas for constructing formations in his memory, he ultimately needed a professional like Qiansitelin to take a look.
Qiansitelin stretched lazily, her top lifting slightly to expose her fair, delicate waist, adding to her languid posture.
She walked over sluggishly and scanned the blueprints—it was a sketch Muxuan had designed, a Lightforce circuit connecting the Light Nodes to the Goddess statue in the Chapel.
She raised an eyebrow slightly, her eyes brightening with a hint of approval.
“Not a bad idea, Your Highness. Using the statue as the core and control hub while the nodes act as secondary receiving points… it aligns well with the basic principles of Divine Art formations. However, as for the details…”
Her slender, pale finger pointed to several intersections of the connection lines as she continued, “The runes here need slight adjustments, or the Lightforce won’t transmit. Changing it to an ‘Aethera Circulation’ style will make it more stable. And here…”
Qiansitelin quickly sketched a few mysterious symbols in the blank spaces of the blueprints before looking up at Muxuan.
“Your Highness, this is much more complex than the direct connection between the Crosier and the statue. To have thought this through to this point, Your Highness is already very impressive.”
“Is that so… I’ll fix it!”
After hearing Qiansitelin’s explanation, Muxuan suddenly understood.
He hurriedly snatched the blueprints from her hands and began making the changes.
Qiansitelin watched Muxuan’s busy figure, her smile deepening.
In the faint silhouette he cast, there was a trace of obsession in her eyes.
She had always been wary of everything.
She remembered Lutherch once saying that their Highness used to be cautious about everything at the start.
But now, looking at Muxuan’s defenseless back and feeling that trust in her, the warmth in Qiansitelin’s heart grew even stronger.
‘I really… like my Saintess so much…’
‘My Saintess can only belong to me!’
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“I see…”
Beikeze had not moved his pen for quite a while, and the ink from the tip of his quill had bled into a large black stain on the paper.
“So, Bishop, when do you plan to take action?”
Beikeze did not speak; he merely kept sizing up the person in front of him, weighing things over in his mind.
“Bishop! Are you truly content with just being a Cardinal?”
The man urged, becoming somewhat anxious seeing Beikeze’s silence.
“As long as you become the Pope, I believe you will do even better! At that time, you can wipe out The Strange from this world in one fell swoop. Who among the common people wouldn’t praise you then!”
“And can you guarantee the accuracy of this information?”
Beikeze frowned slightly and tapped his quill on the desk with a hint of irritation, his voice dropping low.
“I swear on my honor, it is absolutely true!”
Hearing this, Beikeze let out a cold laugh and said mockingly, “How much is your honor from the Old Era even worth? If you didn’t have that thing, do you think you would even be able to see me?”
These words made the man’s expression turn ugly.
He had not expected Beikeze to be so blunt.
“Since the news is accurate, tell me once more,” Beikeze said, seemingly wavering.
“Their power will likely be drained dry, leaving them at your mercy! As long as you seize the opportunity, Bishop, and take the Divine Artifact and the Crosier in one go, wouldn’t you be the next Pope?”
Listening to the man’s words, Beikeze felt a surge of impatience.
He suppressed his irritation and lightly tapped the table after the other finished speaking.
“That’s enough. I don’t need you to teach me how to handle my affairs.”
His voice was low, sounding like a volcano that could erupt at any moment.
“First, tell me: how many people can you hold back?”
Sensing Beikeze’s foul mood, the man restrained himself, but the question still brought a look of joy to his face.
Was this an agreement?
As long as it succeeded, he would be a hero! Surely, there would be some benefits in it for him.
“As long as you can draw the knights away, Bishop, and dispatch a squad of Guards to seal the city entrances, my people can guarantee the plan goes off without a hitch!”
The man said with confidence.
Beikeze propped up his forehead and lightly rubbed his temples before slowly speaking, “Fine. Notify me when there’s new progress.”
He then waved his hand, signaling the other to leave quickly.
This man from the Old Era wore a set of magnificent robes and appeared to be of significant status.
Seeing Beikeze’s blatant impatience, he took the hint, concealed his presence, and left silently.
Watching the man’s figure gradually turn transparent—nearly undetectable without the use of Lightforce—Beikeze let out a long sigh and leaned back in his chair.
He pulled out a booklet of a Meditation Method, but after opening it, he didn’t read it closely, instead staring blankly at the first page.
After a long silence, Beikeze let out a strange, ambiguous laugh.
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“Your Holiness, some little bugs have crawled in,” Qiansitelin reminded the somewhat proud Muxuan.
“Didn’t we already know that?”
Muxuan replied.
“Once the overall strength of the Church has increased, they won’t be able to get in anymore.”
Muxuan’s attention was not diverted.
To him, those people were too weak to be worth noting.
Even if they contacted Beikeze or even incited Gelifende to defect, so what?
Although it was a bit cruel to say, Qiansitelin alone could indeed take down the entire current combat force of the Church.
Dealing with those few individuals who held magic scrolls or were merely mage apprentices was more than enough.
Right now, it was simply a matter of drawing out all the hidden factors that intended to harm the Church.
There was still plenty of time, and Muxuan was in no hurry.
Just as he said, once the Church’s overall strength rose to the next level, their little tricks would not be enough to watch.
What excited Muxuan more now was that he had perfected the Divine Art formation for the base—the nodes infused with Faith Power had finally taken shape.
“Yes, yes, yes… Your Highness is the strongest.”
Qiansitelin looked at Muxuan, and although her words were a bit perfunctory, her eyes were filled with nothing but doting affection.