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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.

“According to reports, these people can impersonate the Power of Holy Light. When they perform the Divine Arts, the effect is exactly like the Holy Light, which fools a lot of people. Some people even thought they belonged to our church. Unfortunately, their Divine Arts don’t have the effect of Holy Light, they can only deceive those who don’t understand.”

Dyson nodded. He actually already knew all of this, but hearing it again from someone else deepened his impression and sparked more inspiration.

“Like all abyss nomad, their backgrounds are too complex, including humans, Black Warriors, Mixed-Blood Titans, Corpse Silver Dragons, goblins, you name it. It’s hard for them to unite. We’ve already sent people to spread rumors there, saying things like the Black Warriors want to do blood sacrifices with humans, humans want to skin dragons, Corpse Silver Dragons want to eat goblins, etc.”

Dyson nodded, “Hmm, conventional methods. Additionally, spread rumors that goblins have kidnapped ninety-nine elf girls and plan to sell them to underground brothels to see if we can anger the elves.”

The shadow agreed, “That’s a good idea. While we’re at it, let’s spread rumors in the dwarf territories, claiming that the Mixed-Blood Titans look down upon them and warn them not to claim they possess Titan blood. We will try to isolate them as much as possible. You’ve said it before, at the Domain Security Conference, the abyss nomads got five support votes.”

After a round of discussion, the shadow asked, “How do you plan to deal with their God? Even the weakest God is still a God.”

Dyson smiled faintly, “My Lord had a fierce battle with Harvey before. This little God can be offered to my Lord for replenishment.”

As he spoke of his Lord, Dyson’s chest lit up slightly.

Just then, Dyson felt the carriage slowing down before it finally came to a stop.

They had just left Seth’s royal court, so they were probably still on the edge of it. For a grand empire of several tens of millions, the defense of the royal court was extremely stringent. No enemy could launch an attack at such a near distance unless it was a lone wolf-style attack.

Dyson’s own defensive power was not weak. Since Anthony claimed to have been assassinated and Nikola was actually assassinated, everyone with abilities within the domain had unanimously increased their defensive efforts. Dyson was no exception.

He was sure that Anthony was planning something against him in secrecy, and he was doing the same. In fact, he had already made one attempt.

Unfortunately, Wisdom Angel Luna didn’t hold up so well, and she was forced to use the Power of Fall by Anthony, who then slaughtered her.

Right now, Dyson’s protection was the strongest line-up he could afford, and having just left the royal court, it was impossible for anyone to launch an attack here unless Seth’s royal court wanted him dead.

However, such a possibility was extremely slim, so Dyson confidently opened the carriage window to ask, “What happened? Why have we stopped?”

“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.