Quadruple split.

Chapter 2596: Minority Meeting (III)

Game time AM12:00
Sanctuary, City of Light, [Sacred Ring] Water Bar

"Good day, dear Lord Black."

The scarred old bartender, who was said to have been a mainstay of a mercenary group in the past, grinned and bowed deeply to the young customer who walked in slowly. He wiped the cup and said with a smile: "What would you like today? Sweet lemon juice? Fresh fruit tea? Or our signature orange ice drink?"

"I need you to take a break, old Pike."

Sun Saint Zhu Black smiled and said to the bartender behind the bar kindly: "You have been working too hard recently."

He has been Old Pike for more than three years. Although he looks a bit rough and likes to do some over-the-top gimmicks (such as naming the store "Sacred Ring" which is too grand), he is warm and friendly, has superb craftsmanship, and is deeply loved by neighbors and regular customers. The orc man couldn't help laughing and said happily: "Look at what you said. Old Pike, I only received two customers today and mixed four drinks. I'm wiping the cups now not because the cups need to be wiped, but because I really can't find anything else to do."

"I don't mean 'hard work' in this sense when I say hard work, old Pike."

The boy shook his head, then walked briskly to a table in the corner. He stretched out his little hand and accurately found six specific diamonds among the hundreds of cheap small diamonds used as decoration on the edge of the table, and brushed them over them in order.

The next moment, along with a flash of Yang Yan that flashed in the corners of the vision of all creatures within a hundred meters, this small shop, although with the grand name of "Holy Ring", was very simple, just disappeared from people's concepts.

Of course, this is not some kind of rule-level terrifying power, but a kind of forced hypnosis based on a large-scale multi-point linkage divine magic array. In certain specific cases... such as when the God's favored one personally activates it, it can even silently complete a shallow hypnosis on an epic-level strongman. Of course, this is when the latter does not feel any hostility or murderous intent and is completely in a relaxed state.

As for the legendary monsters, they are naturally immune to this kind of interference, which is complicated enough but still just a low-level method of "hypnosis". However, the secret sentries scattered around the [Holy Ring] at this moment are enough to ensure immediate warning when the legend appears.

all in all--

"Now is a rare time to relax for a while."

Blake turned around and gave Old Pike a bright smile. Then, his eyes, which were as pure black as his hair color, instantly turned into a dazzling... or piercing gold: "Order. Release."

boom--! ! !
In an instant, Old Parker felt dizzy, as if he was hit on the head by a strong man with a huge hammer, and it seemed as if the whole world was left with only those dazzling golden pupils, which were twisted and detached. Then, everything in his sight, everything in his mind, and everything in his thoughts were like the night sky with the accelerator pressed before dawn, and were instantly dispersed by the invisible and intangible rising sun.

Old Pike staggered, then regained his balance.

Archbishop Clay Allen, the former minority leader of the Sun Cult and the head of the Privy Council, who died at the hands of the Blood God Cult's Saint, York, four years ago, and whose body was gone, leaving only a cenotaph for mourning. He opened his eyes, gently placed the shiny glass in his hand on the bar, and bowed respectfully to the boy in front of him.

"Your Highness."

Finally remembering who he was, Clay took a deep breath and said softly, "Please wait a moment, I need to sort out my memories of this period of time.

"Don't worry, Uncle Clay. This is not a regular gathering. It's more of a private party. There aren't any short-sighted people here. The atmosphere is relatively relaxed and enjoyable."

Blake ate the free snacks on the table and said vaguely, "So we have plenty of time. You can even take a nap."

And Clay certainly wouldn't really take a nap or something. In fact, he was already trying his best to make sure he was standing steadily in the same place. A large number of contradictory, conflicting, false and chaotic memories flooded into his mind, constantly impacting his mind. If it weren't for his firm belief in the gods and his extraordinary perseverance, he would probably have been crushed by this pain that ordinary people could hardly bear and turned into an idiot.

However, as a former minority leader, Clay Allen may not be that strong in terms of strength, but when it comes to willpower and faith, even the most fanatical fanatics in the Inquisition are probably far inferior to him.

Therefore, just when Blake put the second snack into his mouth, Archbishop Clay had already completed the integration of his 'self'. After heaving a sigh of relief, he skillfully mixed two glasses of Blake's favorite non-alcoholic [Brilliant Day], and walked to the table in the corner to sit opposite him.

"Thank you for your efforts, Uncle Clay."

Blake picked up his drink and raised his glass to the other party: "God will not forget."

"Your Highness is so kind."

Clay humbly raised his drink to clink with the boy's and whispered, "God doesn't need to remember."

"Haha, but whether it's for you or for me, it doesn't really matter whether God remembers or cares."

Blake took a sip of his favorite cold drink and said contentedly, "All we have to do is spread the gospel of the sun."

Clay nodded slightly and said softly, "You're right. In the final analysis, a large part of the reason why I am willing to become 'Old Pike' is because Clay Allen cannot tolerate this dirty heretic city, and even more so, cannot tolerate a weak and incompetent person like Anastasia who indulges in self-satisfaction all day long."

Blake smiled and said calmly, "It can't be helped. After all, your idea is applicable to any religion, but not to the Holy Religious Union. Unfortunately, we must admit that the Holy Religious Union has brought us much more than we have brought to it."

"but……"

Clay smiled gruffly and said to Blake in a deep voice, "Your Highness, you will put an end to all this, right? Even though you know very well that we, the so-called 'minority', are cancer, disaster, and heretics who deserve death in the eyes of those heretics and incompetents, even though your mother regards us as a scourge, and your father has always been Anasnas' right-hand man, you are still willing to eradicate all this, right?"

Blake raised his lips slightly and said softly, "You should be thankful that I was born in this era. This Sun Cult has become one of the largest forces in the Holy Alliance. Its comprehensive strength can firmly suppress the heretics such as Dawn, Justice, and Abundance. Otherwise, I will be Anastas' most proud disciple, the most moderate leftist of the Sun Cult, and... a thorn in the eyes of the minority until my death."

"Yes--"

There was no resistance to Black's comments, and even Clay, who chose to fake his death and change his appearance precisely because of his views, bowed his head in humility.

"I am very fortunate to be born in an era of abundance, although... your performance has disappointed me a little."

The overly precocious boy sighed, looked at the bustling crowd outside the window with a melancholy look, and said softly: "My generous, loving, kind, and simple godfather can live to this day. Each of you has a responsibility, don't you think so, Aunt Finny?"

"…I am deeply ashamed, Your Highness."

The human woman who appeared at the next table at some point, Fini Alessandro, one of the ten chief priests of the Sun Cult and also the leader of the minority, stood up and saluted Blake.

"I am extremely ashamed, Your Highness." At the same time, several figures in golden robes stood up at the same time and saluted the boy who was sitting on the bed and looking at the scenery.

Among them was Knight Commander Jeff Harrington, who had once served as the commander-in-chief of the Holy Church United Northern Expedition Army and had previously gone to Dunbuya City with Blake.

"I'm disappointed. I really am."

Blake sighed and said softly, "In this best of times, in this era when the minority needs to unite and prove to the world how great our Lord is, you have fallen into this state, even allowing a person who is controlled by His Majesty Anastasus, who agrees with my godfather's absurd ideals and is committed to achieving factional integration, to infiltrate you, and even designate him as the successor to the next leader."

As a result, everyone turned their eyes to the priest, Fini Alessandro, who was holding his head high and looking empty-eyed.

Clay stood up with a look of shame on his face and knelt on one knee in front of Blake.

Apparently, the one who foolishly appointed a 'spy' as his successor was his former minority leader, who was once one of the Ten Patriarchs.

"In addition to Aunt Finney, there are many wavering people who are not firm enough or loyal enough who have mixed in with you and even got an invitation to this private party."

Blake tapped the table lightly, turned his head to look at a hunched figure in the crowd, and said softly, "You are right, Ms. Una Hudson, my dear Patriarch."

The old lizardwoman with light-colored eyes trembled and lowered her head, saying, "Your Highness, I didn't know you were..."

"If I remember correctly, eight months ago, at the gathering on the 3rd day of the Poetry Moon Chant, you, who had just joined us, did something very interesting."

Blake calmly looked into the other's light-colored eyes and said softly, "You let go of the female knight named Dora Shika, even though I clearly said I would 'deal with' her, and then lied that you had completed the task, right?"

Yuna's eyes widened suddenly, and she said in shock: "Your Highness, I..."

"Of course your clumsy trick could not be hidden from me, but the problem is that after that, Dora Shika, who was thrown into the court to wait for an accident, did not seem to be dead, and I was not sure at the time whether her disappearance was related to you."

Blake narrowed his eyes and said softly, "But not long ago, when I became interested in the southwest because of Sister Eliza, I unexpectedly discovered that the Dora Knight appeared in the Chavan Empire. Until recently, I finally proved that you had nothing to do with her escape from the Inquisition. Congratulations, my dear Patriarch, two betrayals have become one."

Patriarch Yuna seemed relieved. She made up her mind to leave here and report to the Pope about her joining the minority faction without thinking. At the same time, she lowered her head in sorrow, thinking hard about how she should deal with the consequences of that "betrayal".

But only——

"It's a pity, but a betrayal is also unforgivable."

As the young boy's tender voice rang in her ears, Yuna's vision was instantly covered by a burst of sun flames. At the same time, several blazing flames burst out of his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears frantically, causing the patriarch, who possessed epic peak strength, to lose the ability to resist in an instant, and he collapsed to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"I can feel your faith in the sun. I can feel the turbid, unclean, and corrupt power in your body. Now, my dear Patriarch, please listen to the heartbeat of the sun and become an extension of my will."

With the boy's gentle whisper, Una Hudson's will was directly wiped out from her body. Then, accompanied by an equally gentle "order" sounding in her ears, the body that had been deprived of its free will became a lifelike, intelligent and lively puppet.

Because her brain was not destroyed like her will, the memory and intelligence level of this body were not affected. In fact, just like the patriarch named Finnie Alessandro, the 'reborn' Patriarch Una Hudson did not even realize that she was no longer herself, but had become a puppet that was alive, but only alive.

"Oh, where was I just now?"

Blake tapped the table rhythmically and murmured, "Oh, yes, I am disappointed. As I just said, I am very disappointed with the minority because of your blindness, recklessness and shallowness, but——"

The young man changed the subject and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"I am also grateful. I am grateful that you are so weak, but you still maintain the most basic unity. I am grateful that your clumsy clown-like performance has become the best umbrella for the 'great cause'."

The Son of the Sun raised his lips, expressing his affirmation of the "achievements" of everyone present, and then said lightly: "Well, let's end the entertainment program here, Knight Commander Harrington."

"I'm here, Your Highness."

"Please tell those 'stakes' we have pinned down in the north to stay put and fully cooperate with the [Black Brahma Independent Army] and the [Joint Investigation Force]."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Bishop Morris."

"I'm here, Your Highness."

"Notify our friends who have ulterior motives and ask them to speed up their preparations. Just because I'm young doesn't mean I have patience."

"Yes, Your Highness."

"Magistrator Richard."

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"Sister Popna."

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"Rector Diego."

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Chapter 2587: End