I find it very sacred to pick someone up and make them a saint.

Theodore understood Miles's resentment; the incident of Ball's disappearance was still fresh in his mind, and his anger had not yet subsided.

Unexpectedly, scholars, the Papacy, and the Imperial Army all came to this city-state that had previously been ignored.

At this point, I had no choice but to accept his anger completely, otherwise we would just have to wait to die together.

"Nobody expected this to happen," Theodore said, frowning as he looked at the ground.

"Have you thought about the Paul thing?" Miles asked him provocatively.

Theodore's voice rose at this point, and he glared angrily at Miles:

"Miles! I've said it countless times, Paul's affairs have nothing to do with me!"

I'm not stupid enough to kill Paul and deliberately break our cooperation.

The more a wolf claims to be the seer, the more imposing it needs to be.

"Ha." Miles sneered. "If it wasn't you, then who was it? Who would want to kill him?"

Theodore pretended to suppress his anger:

"From that day until now, have you found a single clue? With so many people around him, how could I possibly kill him without being detected, bypassing your sight?"

Miles snorted and ignored him, turning his head to the side.

In truth, he also harbored doubts about the matter. It was indeed difficult to prove that Theodore had done it, and it was too bizarre. He even accepted Theodore's explanation.

However, anger always needs to be vented, especially since the other party is now asking for a favor.

"If you ask me, we shouldn't have planned such a large-scale esoteric event in the first place," Miles said.

"We might be able to act like tyrants here, but how can we possibly fight against the entire Cassil Empire?"

Theodore said:

"It's no use talking about this now. All we can do is face it together and avoid creating internal conflicts."

Miles did not respond, which implied his agreement.

After seeing Miles back down, Theodore immediately got to the point: "The most troublesome thing now is that we can't be completely sure about the situation of these people."

I have no idea what they're up to!

A month ago, the researchers first appeared in Valgon, seemingly investigating something.

Miles and Theodore immediately became alert, thinking their plan had been discovered.

They even ended their feud with Paul and faced the potential suppression together, exploding together!

Strangely, however, after investigating here and there and seemingly uncovering some clues, the group of researchers gradually drifted away and went astray.

Each time, after making their hair stand on end, they would slowly leave, repeating this process over and over again.

It always hovers outside, but never goes inside.

This is the most annoying kind!

They were sweating profusely, unsure whether to fight back or not.

Finally, after everyone calmed their nerves, a consensus was reached—

"As long as the sacrificial array isn't discovered, everything will be fine."

These five sacrificial arrays are the core of the entire sacrificial event, and it is impossible to investigate their plan without going through them.

The researchers visited all five locations, but found nothing, and there was no follow-up.

Just as they breathed a sigh of relief, the Papacy and the Imperial Army drove into the once neglected city of Valgon.

Some people have already prepared their last words.

But soon it was discovered that the knights and law enforcement officers didn't even bother going near those magic circles, completely disregarding them.

Soon news arrived: the ceremony for the ascension of a saintess was to be held here.

"There's no need to be nervous," Theodore said calmly, reassuring everyone.

"It's already three days before the promotion ceremony, and they haven't shown any intention of probing the magic array. Apart from those who were blind and were beaten to death on the spot, none of our people have been captured or interrogated."

This suggests that their target is not actually us.

He looked at one of his men, who immediately stood up and said:

"I've ordered my brothers to keep a close watch on these five magic array sites. If there's any movement, they'll immediately send out communication arrows to notify us."

After hearing what Theodore and the others said, the atmosphere eased considerably.

"Perhaps that's really the case..." they comforted themselves.

One person murmured, "Could they be doing this to lull us into a false sense of security?...

The atmosphere instantly ignited again, becoming tense; the gang was already like a powder keg.

"No way... If they really wanted to mess with us, they would have done it already. There's no need for them to go to such lengths for us."

"Yes!" Theodore quickly added, "

And surely they wouldn't sacrifice the saintess's ascension ceremony just for people like us, would they?

That makes some sense.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief; their self-awareness was very clear.

"Then it's decided." Theodore stood up and said to the members of both gangs:

"We took a huge risk to meet this time and decided that as long as the magic array is not discovered, we will remain still and wait for everything to pass."

"And if we're discovered," a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, "we're not so easy to deal with either."

After saying that, he exchanged a knowing glance with Miles, and the two understood each other perfectly, but no one else comprehended it.

The two leaders' decisive demeanor inspired everyone, who had been on edge for too long and were now gripped by a collective sense of oppression.

At this moment, emotions are being released, and determination is being made through gritted teeth.

Theodore and Miles stood side by side, announcing their plans to everyone:

If war breaks out, it will immediately activate five Contract Truth Arrays, and the instantaneous energy will curse everyone around.

At the same time, members of the gang will sacrifice themselves to gain temporary power, becoming temporary superhumans, and they may not necessarily be unable to defeat them.

"Everyone, do a good job!" Theodore's eyes gleamed.

"Get through this tough time, the gang won't forget you, you're all my brothers!"

Miles added, "Don't worry about losing your life in the short term."

Our lives are intertwined! This is the time for us to stand together through thick and thin!

Do you remember our promise to you all? We are doing something great, guided by the Mother Goddess's will! After it is accomplished, each of you will receive unimaginable rewards!

Listening to the grand promises made by the two leaders, the group became excited, their bodies trembling slightly with a mixture of excitement and fear before battle.

"Of course, this might just be a test for me, just a promotion ceremony."

The crowd's gazes gradually hardened.

"It all comes down to the promotion ceremony..."

Everyone knew that this was a crucial moment; if the ceremony was successfully held, it would mean that the goal was not actually theirs.

…………

Theodore and his group walked out the door.

Just before they parted, Theodore suddenly leaned close to Miles and whispered in his ear:

"How are the 'divine children' gathering at the factory doing?"

"It's all taken care of, don't worry," Miles said in a deep voice.

"That's our last trump card, it's our lives."

"You don't need to say it..."

Theodore and his gang left one after another, and Miles returned to his villa.

…………

At this moment, Phyllis was on the high roof of the villa, casually swinging her bare legs, the wind blowing the hem of her clothes.

A smile played at the corners of his lips as he pulled down his hood, a flash of magic appeared, and he vanished.