In the name of the true god

Jude, who was becoming increasingly cautious, did not discuss sensitive topics with Fatty Allen all day. He only arranged to meet Allen at Hearthstone Street at nine o'clock when he was changing clothes after get off work.

On the way home by car.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Jude looked at Connor, who was driving: "Brother, how's the Church's investigation into Priest Rodney going?"

Connor looked straight ahead: "Nothing new. Have you felt like you're being followed lately?"

"No." Jude shook his head. "Perhaps the church's guess is correct. Actually, it was the first and second-level guards in the prison who sent people to monitor and follow me. Priest Rodney just happened to encounter heretics on his way to protect me, which is why he met with misfortune. Later, the first and second-level guards heard the news and, fearing that they would be implicated, gave up the idea of ​​harming me."

Connor hummed in agreement: "Upon closer reflection, you really don't have much reason to be targeted by heretics."

"Then... should I commute to get off work by myself from now on?" Jude even made up a reason to make it more legitimate, "Your work will definitely be affected by picking me up and dropping me off every day."

"Do you need some private space?" Connor could tell that Jude wasn't really used to being watched.

"Uh...I guess so..." Jude agreed, following Connor's guess.

There was a long silence inside the car.

After much deliberation, Connor finally advised in a tone that was neither too harsh nor too soft: "You're an adult now, and I should interfere less in your personal life. But I still have to remind you, don't get into bad habits, they'll ruin you."

elder brother……

Do I seem like such an unreliable person...?

Jude silently grumbled to himself, but knowing Connor meant well, he didn't object: "I understand, I absolutely won't touch what I shouldn't."

"Do you have any money left?" Connor asked, stopping short of asking, and seeing that Jude knew what was going on, he changed the subject.

"There's still over a hundred gold grams left." Jude didn't reveal the ten thousand gold gram check that his "brother and sister-in-law" Steele had given him privately. "The prison provides food and accommodation... The main thing is that I only go between the apartment and the prison every day, so there's not much opportunity to spend money."

"I've prepared the seven thousand gold coins we agreed on before. You can come to me to collect them anytime."

Oh?

I thought you'd forgotten about it.

Jude, without batting an eye, said, "Let's do it now."

"Sure," Connor agreed immediately, "What do you plan to do with this money?"

"Investing? Managing money? Anyway, I don't have any urgent need for money, so I might as well let the money make money," Jude said casually.

Connor wanted to suggest that if it was about managing finances, he or Steele should handle it, but that would be like taking back the money he had just given away.

To avoid Jude misunderstanding his intentions, he had no choice but to patiently instruct him: "Do you know why there has been an economic depression in recent years? A large amount of capital poured into the stock market through credit investment, creating a huge bubble. When the bubble burst, everything collapsed. So, since you know nothing about investing, I suggest you do something more conservative."

"for example?"

"Wait for the stock market to recover, wait for suitable investment sectors to stabilize... In short, cash is king. As long as you have money in your own hands, there's never a need to rush."

That makes sense...

Anyway, I don't lack money now, so whether I invest or not won't make much difference. On the contrary, if I lose money, it would be pointless for me to make myself unhappy.

"Sizzle..."

The car was parked downstairs at the Hearthstone Street apartment building.

Connor pulled a check from his inner pocket that could be withdrawn from the bank for seven thousand gold grams and handed it to Jude: "Don't be too frugal. Buy whatever you want. But if you have any big purchases and are unsure, remember to come to me."

"Thanks, brother." Jude accepted the check with both hands.

Watching Jude get out of the car and walk into the apartment, Connor still rolled down the window with concern: "Don't pick up any bad habits."

"Don't worry!" Jude replied with a smile.

It was exactly 9 p.m.

Fat Allen arrived on time and sat down on the sofa with practiced ease after entering the room.

Seeing that he was no longer as reserved and wary as he had been the day before, Jude poured him some water and asked, knowing the answer already, "How is it?"

"I asked Vincent Monroe, and it was indeed him who revealed my identity to you. However, he also didn't reveal why he trusted you so much." Allen took the water glass from Jude.

"Then... is it necessary for you to know?" Jude asked.

Allen, holding his water glass, became much more composed: "Just as you said, everyone has their own secrets. As long as the secret doesn't affect the collective interest, we will choose to respect it."

That's good.

Jude breathed a sigh of relief.

If Allen and the Descent of Gods behind him have to explain themselves, I really need to consider whether I should continue to contact them.

He took a sip of water and asked, "So you don't suspect me anymore?"

Allen stated frankly, "I still have to be honest with you. Based on this alone, I still cannot maintain complete trust in you."

"That……"

"In the next few days, I will ask the wizards involved in the Divine Descent Society to verify your position again. If your position is proven, I will introduce you to the president as soon as possible."

Introducing the president.

This is equivalent to preparing to pull oneself into a descent of the gods.

Yesterday, Jude might have had to think twice and try to maintain a cooperative relationship only with the Saviour of God. But now that he knows the Holy Church's true attitude towards "heresy," he doesn't mind sticking together with his own kind for mutual support.

"Alright." Jude didn't forget to use the intelligence to express his stance. "By the way, I asked my brother about the priest's murder today. He said the Holy Church hasn't made any progress, and it'll probably just fizzle out."

"That's for sure." Allen's words were filled with confidence. "When the chairman takes action, there will be no oversights."

Ok……

A fourth-tier resonance mage has the ability to do so...

"There's one more thing," Allen said, sensing Jude's sincerity. "Although proving your stance will take some time, I'm willing to believe in you and consider you one of our own from now on. So... is there anything we can help you with?"

"Of course I want to master the application of the Law of Similarity as soon as possible." Having witnessed the methods of the Resonance Sorcerer, Jude naturally hopes that he can also have a reliable reliance.

"I'm also a Resonance Mage. Even if I'm only at Tier 2, I'm more than capable of guiding you through the basics." Allen stood up, glanced at the clock, and asked, "Do you have anything else to do later?"

When Allen said he wanted to ask the involved wizards in the Séance of the Gods to confirm his stance, Jude was completely certain that he was a resonance sorcerer, otherwise there would be no need for such a big fuss: "It's nothing."

"Alright." Allen raised his hand, gesturing for Jude to stand up. "I'll teach you how to use the similarity law now."