No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

The thirty-odd players in the lobby held their breath.

The words "bringing the dead back to life" sounded like an ordinary little thing coming from the mouth of the elven girl.

Yuexi sat beside her and went over everything that had just happened.

Miss Eileen easily thwarted the mutton-eater's assassination attempt, giving him a way out.

This composure is very similar to how Her Majesty the Goddess handles matters, no wonder she can gain Her Majesty the Goddess's trust.

Mu Zhixi caught Yuexi's admiring gaze and knew that this group of people had started filling in the details themselves again.

She decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Speaking of which, this tendency to act without warning is somewhat similar to that of the one in the royal court," Eileen said casually, shifting her posture and resting her chin on her hand.

As soon as those words were spoken, everyone tensed up.

That one in the royal court?

The players strained their ears, none of them wanting to miss such news.

"She's always been like this." Eileen fiddled with the green light on her fingertips. "The royal court wasn't this annoying before. Before the Great War of the Epochs broke out, the relationship between the two sides was pretty good."

"Ranran's health was never good, and she spent all her time recuperating in the palace back then," Eileen said casually. "The royal court would send things to the Holy Land every few days, all sorts of strange and unusual things, which were all piled up in Ranran's side hall. Ranran didn't need them, but she would keep them carefully."

She paused, then added, "The food that spoils easily ended up in our stomachs. The food that Wang Ting sent was really just so-so."

This casual conversation contained so much information that it was difficult to process it all.

Cangya and the other players exchanged glances.

The legendary, tyrannical, and bloodthirsty princess once actually sent snacks to her sister.

Yuexi quickly grasped the key point.

Miss Eileen herself confirmed that she, the goddess, and the princess have known each other since childhood, and the three of them are closer than outsiders speculate.

Before the princess and the goddess broke off their relationship, they had a close sisterly relationship.

Mu Zhixi was very satisfied with the result.

Her casual, everyday remarks confirmed the past connection between the goddess and the princess, and also elevated the status of Eileen's persona.

Being able to freely eat the snacks that the princess gave to the goddess indicates that their relationship is definitely not ordinary.

As Yuexi closed the Book of Truth, she grasped another key point.

"Miss Eileen, I've heard that a profession called 'Chosen Ones' has appeared on Blue Star," Yuexi asked tentatively.

This is the sentence that Mu Zhixi was waiting for.

The message she previously sent to Lanxing via Yuexi can be completed here.

"That's a little gadget Ranran made," Eileen said casually. "You can treat it as a ritual to invoke the gods. After becoming a chosen one, you'll have the chance to draw a being from the Holy Land, become their agent, and borrow some of their abilities."

A collective gasp filled the hall.

"You also have a chance to draw me." Eileen glanced at Yuexi. "Transmitting energy across space comes at a great cost. You need to gather enough faith power to awaken the agent's power."

Mu Zhixi said these words mainly to clear her name.

How can it be called exploitation when capitalists take two-thirds of the profits?

That is the loss that must be paid when transferring energy.

"The people of the Sanctuary aren't exactly known for their good tempers," Eileen bluntly commented on her colleagues. "From ordinary believers to Silver Crown Bishops, they're all incredibly arrogant. In five eras, the Sanctuary has been invincible for three and a half years. They have every right to look down on outsiders."

She looked at Yuexi and said earnestly, "If it weren't for Ranran mediating and suppressing those lunatics, you wouldn't even be qualified to be agents."

The moon was greatly shaken.

She had always regarded the Sanctuary as a symbol of benevolence, but now she realized that the only one who could truly restrain the Sanctuary was the Goddess.

The entire Holy Land might be a ferocious beast being held down by a goddess.

The methods of the gods are indeed beyond the comprehension of mortals.

Looking at the rapidly increasing faith points in the background, Mu Zhixi estimated that the groundwork had been laid enough.

The biggest news can now be released.

"Ranran's health has always been poor, and she can't eat those kinds of strange things." Eileen sighed. "The Lord also only taught her to wield authority and listen to divine pronouncements, but never taught her how to handle worldly matters."

These words were partly a persona, and partly an attempt to introduce the next topic.

As expected, Yuexi grasped the key words.

"Lord?" she said softly, deliberately leading the conversation, "Everyone knows that the Sanctuary serves a supreme Lord, but over the years, it seems that no one has ever truly seen Him."

"See?" Eileen smiled. "The Lord is the only rule, the beginning and end of all things. He is all-pervading, yet has no fixed form. How can you possibly see a concept?"

Mu Zhixi guessed what the other person was thinking: he was just deliberately giving a wrong answer to induce her to refute and give the real answer, and she was happy to do so.

"From beginning to end, only Ranran has been able to truly hear the divine message and then pass it on to the world."

After Mu Zhixi finished speaking, she fell silent.

The bait has been laid; Yuexi is waiting to see how she catches it.

Yuexi fell into deep thought.

Miss Eileen's words gave rise to a bold, even blasphemous, idea in her.

She never doubted Her Majesty the Goddess's character.

Pure and virtuous, compassionate towards all living beings—this is a fact she witnessed firsthand, and also a record left by the Book of Truth.

But what if that supreme "Lord" was merely an existence imagined by the goddess?

A higher-dimensional self created by the goddess to contain supreme authority and share the fate of the Holy Land with her.

Yuexi recalled the psychological theories she had shared with Wen Guo when they were on Blue Star.

When a person bears pressure and responsibility far beyond their capacity, there is indeed a chance that another personality will emerge to take on some of the burden.

Despite her frail health, Her Majesty the Goddess had to govern the vast Holy Land and fight against the Old Royal Court Alliance.

What she bears is far beyond what ordinary people can imagine.

Once the thought came to mind, it could no longer be suppressed.

Yuexi did not see it as an offense to the goddess; instead, she felt a deeper sense of pity and awe.

If that's true, then how did Her Majesty the Goddess manage to support the Holy Land for three eras all by herself?

Then she remembered something else.

Their entire understanding of the Holy Land, the Old Royal Court, and the Ancient Era initially pointed to the same person.

A person who connects all the clues, yet never truly appears.

From the fragments of the Old Chronicle to the leather notebook with a golden feather tucked inside in an abandoned village.

All the clues started with him.

They were able to learn about the history of the Holy Land and the Royal Court entirely because of the fragmentary records left behind by the historian bestowed upon them by the former Royal Court.

"Miss Eileen." Yuexi looked up, staring directly at Mu Zhixi, "Do you know Elisius, the royal historian of the old royal court?"

Elisius?

Mu Zhixi paused for a moment while resting her chin on her hand.

Of course she knew it, because she made up that name.

She earned her first faith points by using this name to deceive Yuexi and others in the hunting game.

Eileen did not answer immediately.

She sat up straight, her emerald green eyes losing their languid look, and for the first time seriously examined Yuexi.

Since they've asked this question, just keep making it up.

Where did you hear that name from?