In the name of the true god

October 30th, 448th year of the Divine Calendar, Tuesday, early morning.

Having roughly sorted out his thoughts, Jude selectively shared his analysis with Allen.

Allen was shocked after hearing this: "Are you sure...?"

"If you can find another logic to explain why my brother was testing me, then I'm willing to overturn the existing conclusions," Jude said.

Allen remained silent.

Jude's analysis was certainly not unfounded.

If Connor hadn't suspected Jude of being involved with wizards or resonance sorcerers and having connections with "heretical forces," he would never have used the Church's "temptation plan" to test him.

"Then we..."

"We need to keep our distance from now on, lest you end up on my brother's suspicion list too," Jude reminded him.

"...Okay," Allen replied.

He was the only member of the Descent of Gods, besides Jude, to infiltrate the capital's heavy prison.

Jude's current situation is already dire; as the core of the rescue plan, he absolutely cannot afford any more mistakes.

Simultaneously.

Without Jude needing to say more, Allen knew that the plan to rescue the captured fourth-order wizards was doomed to fail. The only thing they could try to do now was to find the two of their kind who were still on the run.

well...

There is at least hope of recruiting two more of their kind to further strengthen the Divine Descent Society.

And while it might sound selfish and cold-blooded, if another group of "heretics" hadn't fallen into the church's trap and dispelled Connor's suspicions, Jude's side would probably be...

Alan said with a worried look, "I'll go see the chairman after get off work and explain the situation to him. After that, you should try to keep a low profile. Unless it's something too urgent, neither the chairman nor I will go to see you rashly."

Jude hummed in agreement: "But don't be too deliberate. I just talked to my brother today, and if we break up the next day, it will seem like we're acting guilty."

"That makes sense, then let's wait a few more days."

"Um."

"By the way, there's something I'm not sure if I should ask you."

"you say."

Allen hesitated for a moment, then asked, "If... I mean, if one day your brother really finds out you're a resonance mage, what do you think he'll do?"

Jude remembered the day that the priest Rodney was killed.

Connor was clearly prepared for the possibility that his brother was a heretic who had murdered a priest, which is why he risked betraying the church by coming to him first to try and "clean up his mess."

This alone is enough to prove that in Connor's eyes, "himself" is greater than "position".

So...

Will Connor cover for himself?

will not.

This has nothing to do with family ties.

The supervision of the gods is similar to a "thought stamp".

Once Connor has confirmed that he is a "heretic," no matter how much he tries to protect himself, he cannot defy the will of God.

Let's start with another issue.

What was one of the main reasons I joined the Descent of Gods?

It was to mediate during the inevitable prison break organized by the Descent of God, and to ensure that his brother Connor and his sister-in-law Steele were not harmed.

If his identity is exposed during this period, it will force Connor to protect him instead.

So is this protecting him or harming him?

"There are no 'ifs'," Jude said coldly.

"Understood."

……

For the next two days, Jude completely suspended contact with the Séance of the Gods and did not try to get any information from Connor. Apart from his regular shifts, he spent almost all his time memorizing the contents of the booklet and practicing the laws of contact and similarity.

Similarly, his brother Connor and sister-in-law Steele did not contact him, and the two sides tacitly maintained a state of not disturbing each other, and the waves in their lives seemed to gradually subside.

The end of the month, which is Wednesday, October 31, 448 of the Christian calendar.

As Captain Foster had stated, the Royal Capital Heavy Prison routinely conducted group shooting drills.

This was the first time Jude had actually fired a gun.

Perhaps influenced by the prison break this month and the church's "temptation plan," the ammunition provided for the shooting training was exceptionally plentiful, and he fired about fifty bullets by himself.

Fifty bullets certainly can't turn someone into a sharpshooter, but before one has mastered the laws of contact and similarity to the point of self-defense, it's undoubtedly better to solidify one's proficiency with firearms.

November 1, 448 AD (Thursday) in the Christian calendar.

Allen, who decided to keep his distance from Jude, teamed up with "vain" Colin and went to work elsewhere.

Jude and the "poet" Anders climbed the watchtower together, keeping each other company.

"In youth, I was solitary and stubborn... In my prime, I was arrogant and stubborn... In my middle age, I dared to do things... In my old age, I was frivolous and eccentric... I wanted to be like this... On your tombstone, you could write: One, one, a real person rests here! (Note 1)" Anders diligently flipped through the poetry collection by the light of the lookout lamp.

Jude, holding his bolt-action rifle, leaned against the side and indifferently popped a piece of hard candy into his mouth.

Anders' stuttering showed no improvement whatsoever.

What about yourself?

Having been in the Royal Capital Heavy Prison for about a month, what have you accomplished?

I learned how to practice the similarity law.

It has been confirmed that the fat wizard and the person wanted by the Holy Church are the same person.

He joined the Divine Descent Society.

It caused his older brother Connor a lot of worry.

I don't think I've done anything, so why am I so tired...?

Anders still maintained his vigorous energy: "You, you, you often see in your dreams, see, see me, we are led to the altar, you, you are the bride, I, I, I am the groom... When I wake up, I, I, I take advantage of your inattention to steal, steal, steal kiss you, again and again, to savor your honey-like lips... What use is the feeling of happiness? The hot, hot, hot kiss and the spring dream disappear, all joy is the same as the kiss... (Note 2)"

Jude was getting a little annoyed, so he climbed down the watchtower under the pretext of needing to use the restroom, seeking a moment of peace and quiet below.

The weather is getting cold.

He had deliberately worn an extra layer of cotton clothing under his prison guard uniform, but it still seemed unable to ward off the cold wind.

But it doesn't seem that cold.

He preferred having his senses clear rather than letting his mind become sluggish in the warmth of the room.

"What are you doing?"

Jude turned his head to look to the side.

Melanie, the first-level guard in charge of the ordinary prison ward, was walking briskly towards me, wearing a standard overcoat.

As Melanie approached, he casually replied, "I'm going to the restroom."

"I'll come up later, I need to talk to you."

"What is it?"

"I wanted to ask about your brother's situation."

"How would I know about my brother's affairs?" Jude was in a so-so mood and didn't bother to talk to Melanie as cautiously as before.

Melanie raised an eyebrow, seemingly unconcerned by Jude's attitude: "Don't rush to object; you should be interested in this."

Note 1: Goethe, *West-Eastern Poetry Collection: Epitaph*

Note 2: Goethe, *West-Eastern Poetry Collection: Metaphor*