The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Has it finally arrived?

Ning Feng put aside his thoughts, turned around, and pushed open the door.

What is his name?

Which noble family could it be?

However, in private conversations, they are probably not among the top-tier companies.

The servant bowed and handed the thorn scepter to the prophet, speaking respectfully.

"The other party came alone, seemingly a representative chosen by some minor nobles, but did not reveal his name, instead referring to himself as a duke."

A duke? And, in his own name?

Suddenly intrigued, Ning Feng leaned on his cane and began to walk.

"What duke?"

"The Duchess Jaslin".

Chapter 499 Jia Silin

In the warm study of the castle occupied by the Prophet's Society, a young nobleman who did not look very old was sitting.

Whether it's her appearance or her manners, every detail is impeccable.

However, he remained seated respectfully on the stool, without leaning back against the chair, appearing somewhat nervous.

And that was indeed the case; he was extremely nervous.

Jasmine waited anxiously, fidgeting with her fingers nervously.

Although he tried to maintain a calm demeanor, his breathing was still somewhat rapid.

The Prophets have completely taken over the city of the nobles.

The nobles' proud army was as fragile as a paper doll in front of the enemy, utterly vulnerable.

In less than three days, the enemy completely conquered this city with a long history and legendary charm.

Just when the nobles thought everything had come to an end and began to despair, the Prophet's Society did not take a single penny of the city's wealth.

The prophet simply sent people to guard every corner of the city, restricting entry and exit from the city.

That's it.

It may not look like much, but it is actually a complete takeover!

A calculated scheme.

The other party left the choice to the nobleman himself.

Whether they live or die, it's all up to them to choose.

Although the Prophet's Church has not yet launched a purge and eradication, it does not mean that it will not in the future.

Mercy and patience have their limits, and the behavior of the nobles who are waiting for the best bidder is undoubtedly pushing everyone to the brink of danger.

While the Prophet's Church does have a very good reputation, they haven't earned respect solely through their words.

Their fighting power is extremely strong!

The fact that the nobles have not yet sworn allegiance but have merely acknowledged the other's status is actually a provocative act of overestimating their own strength.

The nobles aren't stupid; don't they know that?

They knew it, they knew it very well.

However, the arrogance of the so-called nobility blinded them, and their long-standing pampered life made it impossible for them to accept bowing their noble heads to commoners.

The nobles took the Prophet's mercy as a sign of awe and fear of the ancient aristocratic system, and actually believed that everything in the present would be preserved in the future.

ridiculous.

It's absolutely ridiculous!

Every time Jasmine thought of the ugly faces of those nobles, she wanted to burst out laughing.

A bunch of good-for-nothings!

Unlike the great nobles who couldn't see the situation clearly and were still fantasizing about maintaining their original status, the middle and lower nobles like Jaslin, whose strength was neither great nor small, were actually very clear about the current situation.

So, Jasmine went alone in private.

The lesser nobles decided to stop being manipulated by the greater nobles and privately expressed their sincerity to the Prophets.

This is an adventure.

It wasn't just because he was very clear about what his arrival meant to those minor nobles.

More importantly, it was because he was about to witness a living legend.

goo.

Swallowing hard, Jasmine clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

"Prophets and seers..."

prophet.

This is a mysterious figure who is considered taboo in many countries and churches.

He created countless miracles, guiding tens of thousands of people through the darkness.

For the most destitute and oppressed people, this was almost equivalent to a legendary figure of a god.

Although the Jasmine family was not large, it was certainly not small either; they were not the kind of minor nobles who expected a savior to descend and save them.

Moreover, compared to those wicked nobles who preyed on the people, Jaslin's family, while not exactly paragons of virtue, did not excessively oppress the people of their territory.

After all, population equals wealth, and any behavior that diminishes one's wealth is something that any rational nobleman would despise.

Logically speaking, Jaslin shouldn't be nervous, but as the meeting approached, his heart was beating faster and faster.

What would a prophet look like?

Is he, according to legend, a kind and gentle old man?

Or is he the ruthless, bloodthirsty strongman described by nobles and the church?

Or……

Dongdong.

!!!

The knocking outside the door coincided with his heartbeat, causing Jasmine to forget to breathe for a moment.

"I'm coming in."

bang.

"Please! Please come in!"

Disregarding aristocratic etiquette, Jasmine hastily stood up, her leg bumping the stool slightly as she did so. She immediately turned around.

"!"

Instead of the old man and strong man she had imagined, Jasmine saw an overly young man who walked in with a smile, carrying a cane entangled in blood-red thorns.

Seemingly noticing Jaslin's puzzled gaze, the young man smiled and nodded.

"Don't be nervous, have a seat."

"...Yes, thank you."

Sitting down in a daze, even though she was still confused, Jia Silin now figured out who the young man in front of her was.

Is he the prophet?

There were some doubts... but they quickly dissipated, leaving only a little bit of unease in my heart.

In a world where magic and gods exist, appearance doesn't mean anything; the appearance of immortal beings often contrasts greatly with their strength.

What truly puzzled Jasmine was why the man in front of her looked like just an ordinary mortal.

Jaslin had also seen many priests and extraordinary beings, all of whom had obvious magical fluctuations.

The prophet before them truly emanated no magical energy whatsoever.

That's strange!

Jasmine couldn't believe that the leader who could do all this was really just an ordinary person.

Moreover, the prophet had been famous for at least ten years. Was he just a teenager before that?

Jasmine expressed her doubts about this.

Ning Feng smiled faintly, watching Jia Silin's constantly changing expressions. After a while, he nodded slightly and asked:

"So, Duke Jaslin, what brings you here to see me?"

!!!

Suddenly snapping back to her senses, Jasmine straightened her back nervously.

"Yes!"

Jaslin realized that the question of truth and falsehood was not something he needed to think about or investigate right now!

Whether he is real or not, the fact that he is sitting here signifies his identity as a prophet.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little shocked. I didn't expect you to actually agree to this meeting."

"It's alright."

Ning Feng leaned his cane to one side, sat on a stool in the study, and gently placed his interlaced fingers on his lap.

"I am also very interested in the purpose of your visit."

Taking a deep breath, Jasmine quickly composed herself, slowly rose, and bowed respectfully to the prophet.

"On behalf of the Silver Alliance, I am conveying our choice to you."