If everyone becomes an adventurer, who will put in the effort themselves?

"Why can't he just approach you directly for cooperation?"

“The Phantom is an outsider,” Cohen replied expressionlessly. “To be precise, he was sent by the superiors of the Evangelical Faction in Mona City.”

"An imperial envoy?" Lynn looked at Cohen in surprise.

“It seems that you have indeed infiltrated the local evangelistic community very well.”

They've pushed it to the point where the Evangelical Fellowship has sent an imperial envoy to investigate. It's practically a matter of getting a head transplant, isn't it?

"Could you please stop focusing on things that can't be discussed?"

Cohen glared at Lynn with a hint of annoyance:

"Shouldn't you be asking more about the benefits?"

Lynn nodded upon hearing this, and then asked directly, "What are the benefits?"

"The authority to exchange resources within the garrison, and the channels for exchanging resources within the Evangelical Church..."

Before Cohen could finish speaking, Lynn interrupted him, saying:

"Give me something specific."

Upon hearing this, Cohen opened his mouth, then gave Lynn one last, deep look:

“Within the Evangelical Fellowship, there are some well-established ‘ancient’ upgrade systems that do not rely on the stigmata system but instead allow individuals to become stronger by tapping into their bloodline.”

"Huh?" Lynn looked over in surprise: "There's a system that allows you to level up and become stronger without relying on Holy Marks?"

Although she was surprised, Lynn was mostly faking it.

Having transmigrated, he had long suspected that since he had transmigrated, things like cultivation, martial arts, and magic probably existed, but he just hadn't discovered them yet.

So Lynn had always suspected that there were ways to become stronger in this world other than the Stigmata system, but now Cohen had finally confirmed it.

"There is indeed such a way to become stronger."

Cohen nodded, then said somewhat heavily:

"Or rather, what the Gospel seeks is to break free from the shackles and obstacles of life itself, and through the tempering and cultivation of life itself, one can obtain power beyond that given by the stigmata, until one becomes a new god."

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Lynn paused for a moment upon hearing this, then nodded:

"I can understand a little."

"But there must be something wrong with this, right?"

“Otherwise, given the Evangelical Church’s mindset, I think they should become ascetics, not the dangerous organization that the church defines them as now.”

"There are indeed risks."

Cohen nodded slightly, then narrowed his eyes and said:

Let me put it this way.

"If the Knightvoka family's bloodline cultivation method is to cultivate dragon blood until it transforms into a giant dragon."

"Then the Evangelical Fellowship's training method is to let the weak human bloodline devour the bloodline power of dragons, elves, orcs, dwarves and other races, and evolve into the strongest and most flawless 'perfect person'."

As Lynn listened, his expression became extremely strange: "Why does this sound like a stitched monster to me?"

Cohen glanced at Lynn upon hearing this: "They call such beings 'perfect life,' 'omniscient beings,' and 'gospel answerers.'"

“If extreme evangelicals heard you say that, it would cause trouble.”

Lynn scratched her cheek, but showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

What if we reversed the method of turning adventurers into dragons, allowing human blood to devour the bloodlines of all other races?

"That's a really crazy idea."

Lynn clicked her tongue: "With multiple bloodlines mixed together, are you sure there won't be any genetic mutations?"

Seeing that Lynn seemed to understand the situation, and even used the novel term "genetic mutation," Cohen sighed.

“If you’re talking about those deformed children within the evangelical community, then that’s certainly a mutation.”

"Although I don't want to admit it, the Gospel Church has indeed made a lot of progress in bloodline research, and has the means to cultivate an ordinary person without a mark of sainthood into an adventurer comparable to a hero."

"Therefore, in the last hundred years, some bloodline families, although they do not openly acknowledge it, have secretly sent many people in to steal their research."

Lynn's expression became quite subtle upon hearing this.

This description and this situation reminded him of the winery in Detective Conan.

Could it be that the Gospel Church is just an empty shell, with its members being built up by local nobles and city-guarding talents?

Could it be that this is some kind of science fiction?

"So, the benefit you're referring to is that I can receive the nurturing of the bloodline through the Gospel Church?"

Lynn looked at Cohen with a subtle expression.

"Isn't this enough for you?"

Cohen looked at Lynn in surprise, then said with certainty:

"For high-purity dragon blood, we don't lack directions to become stronger; what we lack is the efficiency to become stronger."

"And what your pure bloodline, which can even integrate the impurities that Jeken usurped, needs most is precisely the most efficient bloodline extraction method researched by the Gospel Church?"

Lynn fell silent for a moment upon hearing this.

His blood vessels?

LOL, there's no such thing as a cheat code. He has a skill system that's practically a cheat code.

He relied on the system to rapidly cultivate the dragon's blood. Although he was curious about the Gospel Church's method, he did not believe that the system's efficiency could be inferior to theirs.

Lynn had no intention of explaining this to Cohen.

"Okay, give me some time, I'll think about it."

Seemingly sensing Lynn's polite refusal, Cohen didn't say anything more, only sighed and said:

"Okay, you can think about it."

After saying that, Cohen seemed to remember something and turned to ask:

"Speaking of which, what brings you here?"

“I almost forgot.” Lynn slapped his forehead and said with a sudden realization, “I need an internal recommendation letter from the guild, um, a senior advisor is enough.”

"A letter of recommendation? That's easy."

Cohen had no reason to refuse such a small request.

He put down his hot tea, pulled an envelope and pen and paper from his desk, quickly signed a letter of recommendation, and handed it to Lynn:

"Do you need me to connect you with other people who have referral qualifications?"

"No need, your portion is the only one missing here."

Lynn took the letter of recommendation and waved the envelope in front of Cohen:

"Then we'll meet again sometime, Director of Admissions!"

Cohen was taken aback by this, then said speechlessly:

"I've changed my mind. Just give the letter back to me."

"That won't do!"

Lynn darted to the door, pushed it open, and stopped, turning her head to glance at Cohen:

"Also, just a friendly reminder, don't get too deeply involved."

Cohen remained silent upon hearing this.

Just then, Lynn pushed open the door and saw Fiona and Seria standing guard at the door.

Upon seeing Lynn come out, Fiona, who was sitting on the edge of the corridor window, immediately jumped down, patted her pants, and said:

"No fight broke out?"

"Yes, it's fortunate that the fight broke out."

Lynn nodded and waved the letter of recommendation in her hand:

"Furthermore, the letter arrived, and I also learned a little secret that I can't tell you."

Fiona scratched her head upon hearing this: "A secret that can't be told? Isn't that tempting someone to commit a crime?"

Ignoring Fiona's complaints, Celia looked Lynn up and down, then calmly held her staff and said:

"I just used the Wind Detective to investigate the law enforcement office, and I found Far and Millie unconscious in the changing room."

After saying that, Celia added:

“Illusionary Mask, indeed, has a sense of proportion.”

Lynn gave Celia a strange look.

Did Celia eavesdrop on the whole thing, knowing that Illusion was being discreet?

Lynn thought Cohen would take some soundproofing and privacy measures.

Or rather, he did try, but failed to stop Seria?

Thinking of this, Lynn shook his head, then said to Seria:

"Is the person really alright?"

“They’re fine.” Celia shook her head, then looked at Lynn. “But you might have something going on.”

"Me?" Lynn asked, puzzled.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, carrying a letter into Celia's hands:

"This letter was found on Millie. Take a look."

Upon hearing this, Lynn took the envelope, glanced at Celia before opening it, and then opened the envelope to take a look.

As a result, there were only two lines of text inside the huge envelope.

Hey bro, wanna hook up?

[—From your dearest Huanhuan~]

Looking at the envelope in his hand, Lynn seemed to have a big question mark on his head.

Chapter 67 Let me show you what a genius is!

"What did you see? Why do you look so strange?"

Fiona peeked over, and when she saw the contents of the envelope, her face immediately contorted with disgust:

"Hey, who is this person? And Xiao Huanhuan? How can there be such a disgusting creature?"

"Isn't he ashamed to say such a thing, as a grown man?"

Fiona.

Celia gently tapped Fiona on the head with her staff:

"I should have reminded you that when you encounter something, you shouldn't make hasty judgments based on your own subjective opinions."

"How so?"

Fiona paused for a moment, then turned to look at the envelope:

"Could it be that he's a woman?"

Hearing this, Lynn looked over as well. The image in his mind was still that of Sid, the middle-aged man.

But you're saying he's a woman?

Lynn had to stand and listen!

Celia nodded slightly: "Based on the information we have, the Phantom Face should be a branch of the succubus race, a special group of the Phantom Face clan."

"You seem to have forgotten the common knowledge that succubi are all women."