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Chapter 752 Getting a head start is a success
Herve actually sneaked out, entering the Sien Dungeon ahead of everyone else.

They even got there before Vincemo's orders could be delivered.

This kind of enthusiasm and initiative in work is truly an essential quality for a qualified and excellent employee!
It's also worth noting that this time, he came in alone, without any teammates!

He had divided his trustworthy companions into different teams based on their abilities, along with the other members of the Starfire Church who had arrived. These teams were now embarking on their own great adventures in the Sien Dungeon.

As the strongest among the Starfire Knights present, he chose to explore alone.

To some extent, he can actually unleash a different kind of power when he doesn't have teammates around.

At this very moment, he stood in the nest of the Northern Undead Asylum, gazing upon this prison of the undead before him, and pondered deeply:
"Could we lure the Black Knight over to fight the Undead Asylum demon?"

This is a rather groundbreaking conjecture, and the enchanting branch in his possession provides ample aid in realizing it. However, the problem preventing him from turning this conjecture into action so far lies in...
"The Undead Asylum demon and the Black Knight have both vanished."

The gate at the end of the road leading to the Northern Undead Asylum, the road he and his companions took to the nest after defeating the Undead Asylum demons, was wide open, welcoming everyone who returned. He could even see the traces left by the Undead Asylum demons on the ground.

In other words, the Undead Asylum Demon will not reappear in the Sien Dungeon after only one day.

So what about the Black Knight? Judging from its elite-level strength, it's a rare monster, and it probably wouldn't have revived in just one day.

"The conjecture can't be put into practice. Oh well, it's not about this anyway."

Hervi carefully put the Enchanting Branch, a rare and precious item in Scammeron, into his pocket. This item could be very effective on the battlefield and was quite popular among the members of the Church of Starfire.

The members of the Church of Starfire are adept at using all sorts of strange and unusual items on the battlefield. They seem to have supply channels unknown to others, and the latest items produced in the Sien Dungeon can quickly reach their hands. By taking advantage of the information gap before the enemy understands the effects of these items, they can often generate considerable profits.

"Gulu gulu."

While carrying the bird eggs he had scavenged from the nest and gulping down the egg yolks, Hervé walked toward the gates of the Northern Undead Asylum, seemingly preparing to return there once more.

His original purpose was simply to return to the Northern Undead Asylum.

As for how to get back, you can figure it out by just letting your imagination run wild.

He shrank back in front of the giant bird at the Firelink Shrine, making himself look like a bird egg, and was successfully caught by the bird and carried back to the Northern Undead Asylum.

This isn't some giant bird, it's clearly a shuttle bus!
When Hervé realized that this trick really worked, he praised himself in his heart as a genius. How could he have come up with such a method without any hints if he wasn't a genius?

"At least, those guys from the Church of Holy Light probably couldn't be as talented as me."

He walked along the path he had taken, through the courtyard that the Undead Asylum demons had once smashed down, and pushed open the main gate of the Northern Undead Asylum. A damp smell mixed with a strong "human scent" hit him in the face, wafting straight into his nostrils.

The so-called "human scent" is the smell emitted by a creature that fits the definition of a human when it stays in a narrow, enclosed space for a long time. If you're not sure, you can go and smell the room of a shut-in guy, and you have to find one that's messy.

The scales that split off from the weapon strangling dragon tooth combined behind Hervi to form four tentacles that resembled Doctor Octopus. Each tentacle held a recording stone at its tip, recording everything he saw from different directions.

However, among these memory stones, only one had its sound recording ability activated at the same time as its image recording function.

“Vincemore, and the other bishops, as well as my most respected archbishop, the following only represents my own opinion. After you receive the photo stone, discuss it yourselves and then make a decision.”

As Hervé spoke, he stopped in front of a cage.

The iron bars of the cell had long been crooked and twisted for various reasons, and the cell door could not be opened. The undead inside seemed to have become real corpses, just kneeling on the ground motionless, their lifeless eyes seemingly staring at the wall.

There were rough reliefs on the walls, and from what they looked like, one could vaguely make out that they resembled a statue of King Gwyn.

"The undead who committed unknown but extremely serious crimes were imprisoned in this cell by our god of fire, Gwyn, to have their sins absorbed through the passage of time. Only after all their sins have disappeared will they be allowed to enter the realm of the gods. The undead imprisoned here are also devoutly repenting before the statue of the god of fire."

Footsteps sounded, and he continued towards another part of the Northern Undead Asylum, passing through dark and narrow passages. One cell after another gradually receded behind him, and his voice drifted away with the cells.

“Each cell represents an immortal burdened with sins. Some cells are empty, which means that Lord Vulcan’s education has been quite successful. Those people’s sins have been successfully washed away, and they have been allowed to leave. But some people are still trapped here. These people are heretics who are stubbornly resisting.”

The dragon's teeth transformed into countless flying knives that surged forward, anticipating the undead soldiers that would leap from the ceiling and around corners. Dragon scales transformed into chains that bound the undead soldiers.

"Let me think about these soldiers. Right, let's just consider them as reformed immortals who voluntarily stayed here to serve as guards in order to help more of their kind reform themselves."

"Hmm, this also explains why the Black Knight and the Undead Asylum Demons don't attack the undead soldiers. It's because everyone is gathered under Lord Vulcan's banner and shares the same ideals and beliefs. What a perfect reason."

As he said this, he continued walking forward. The bound zombie soldiers were immediately torn into scattered pieces of flesh and blood after they were out of the recording range of the recording stone.

"The reliefs here have special significance; they must depict the god of fire."

"The shapes of the moss here are very interesting; perhaps they are also a revelation from the gods."

"That zombie's movements were pretty good. No, I can't come up with anything else. The bishops can do as they please."

With no one around and no one to talk to, Hervé surprisingly turned into a chatterbox, talking non-stop in the Northern Undead Asylum.

Most importantly, the content of what he said seemed somewhat mystical and nonsensical, as if he were talking nonsense at first glance, but his expression was quite serious when he spoke.

This is the expression of someone diligently completing their work.

When he reached the end, he stopped.

Before him stood the familiar wall smashed open by the giant iron ball, and behind the scattered bricks lay the corpse of the Astra high-ranking knight. It should be a corpse now, since the man hadn't risen again, and Hervi wanted to avoid fighting him again if possible.

All four recording stones were pointed at the Astra High-Rank Knight, and Hervi slowly spoke:

"A respectable knight has come to fulfill his mission, which must be the ritual to continue the world—the linking of the fire. Therefore, we can be certain that this venerable knight is, to some extent, a senior figure in our Starfire Church. We can give him an important status to worship. As for why he came to the Northern Undead Asylum, let's assume he came to find like-minded companions."

Hervé seemed particularly interested in the knight, and talked at length about the corpse.

At first, these words sounded like serious speculations about the history that had happened in the Sion dungeon, but the more they talked, the more it sounded like anecdotal history, until it became so absurd that it couldn't be more outlandish.

It was to the point that even Princess Serena shook her head and Prince Temud waved his hand in response.

But no matter how unofficial or absurd his words may seem, they all revolve around a single theme.

In other words, they tried to attribute everything they saw and heard in the Northern Undead Asylum to their faith, the god of fire, Gwyn.

"Well then, the story of the knight ends here. Wow, you've said quite a lot. Is that enough?"

He put away the recording stones and carefully preserved them; they were proof of his work.

Judging from his actions just now, it's easy to deduce that the job he's currently doing is called...
Constructing history!

Herve is not only one of the leaders of the Starfire Knights, but also has another identity.

He was one of the doctrinal compilers of the Church of the Starfire, and his main responsibility was to expand on the story of Gwyn, the god of fire!
Just like what he just said, today's work is to provide a preliminary explanation, to process his understanding of the various details of the Northern Undead Asylum into a unique interpretation, and then send it to the church for approval or modification, so that it can be used in the doctrine.

This job, well, sometimes it's quite fun, but sometimes it's really exhausting.

"Sigh, I used to be a meticulous researcher who focused on details and the truth, so why have I become like this?"

Hervé sighed deeply, scratched his head, and muttered to himself:
"How did it come to this point where they'll make up anything to get the job done?"

Because information about the Sien Dungeon is so scattered, adventurers might have to look at descriptions of weapons, armor, magic books, or even roadside plants to find out what they need.

This caused considerable trouble for those who were dedicated to compiling all sorts of information about the Sien Dungeon. Hervi had also suffered greatly from this, with his table piled high with various items from the Sien Dungeon, which he examined repeatedly.

Even after watching it, he might not necessarily gain anything, because there are still many parts that he needs to fill in the blanks with his own imagination.

When Hervé discovered one day that his hairline had receded because of this, he finally had an epiphany.

"Since most of it is just my imagination anyway, I might as well be more free!"

And so, he became what he is now.

I have to say, after that sudden realization, I felt like the world had become much more expansive.

After changing his philosophy, his historical construction became increasingly adept, earning him unanimous praise within the church. As a result, the church now seeks him out to construct his history whenever a new area of ​​the Sien Dungeon is introduced.

"In short, the best course of action is to get these messages out as soon as possible and send them to the bishops. If we wait any longer, who knows what kind of trouble those guys from the Wild Forest Church might cause."

It is a fundamental responsibility of church administrators to construct a sufficiently rich and legendary history for their church and the deity they believe in.

Every church nowadays does this; it's a fundamental practice.

This step is even more important for the Church of Starfire, which originated from the underground city of Sein. In addition to Hervi, there are other historians active within the church.

Everyone is responsible for weaving a great deity for the believers and providing them with assistance. The believers reciprocate with faith and support, thus forming a virtuous cycle that makes the Spark Church thrive.

Hervé hurried toward the outside world, because he wasn't the only one eyeing the Northern Undead Asylum.

One of the rebels' allies, the Wildwood Church, has recently set its sights on the Sien Dungeon and intends to participate in its historical narrative.

Their sovereign, the God of Nature, claims that everything in the world is an incarnation of the God of Nature. So they often use this as an excuse to try and gain fame from other churches, which disgusts many churches.

As the fame of the Sien Dungeon grew, the Wild Forest Church gradually began to pay more attention to it.

Even though the nature god they worship seems to have nothing to do with the gods in the Sien Dungeon, the Wild Forest Church believers, who are all addicted to eating poisonous mushrooms and often do some indescribable things, are quite satisfied with the history they have constructed that is barely related to the gods. The believers believe whatever they can find.

When they were besieging Anlessie and her group, the Wild Forest Church also sent its capable henchmen, who have probably sneaked in now.

Therefore, Herved disseminated his findings before the Wildwood Church could incorporate the Northern Undead Asylum into their own history, thus gaining a competitive advantage.

"Hehe, I'm sure I'll be number one this time."

He ran all the way out of the Northern Undead Asylum and charged toward the giant bird's nest.

As he stepped into the courtyard where he had previously fought the demons of the Undead Asylum.

"Boom!"

The ground collapsed.

(End of this chapter)