After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

He even revealed all his plans to stab the enemy again.

She is worthy of being the Pure White Saint, her reputation is well-deserved.

"I wonder what you want me to do for you?"

"Please come to my residence later—the ruins of the destroyed church in the city—and I'll have a good talk with you about this matter. I'm meeting you this afternoon just to give you a heads-up."

"What's the greeting?"

Rosalyn slowly put down the teacup in her hand. Her smile faded, her eyes became sharp, and her expression became serious.

"Mr. Trecker, I've heard about your experiences over the past few years. Do I need to remind you of the suffering and casualties you've caused?"

"Well, yes, yes, but that's also..."

"Of course, for my part, I'd like to believe that you were compelled to do so."

"...?"

Before he could even utter a word in his defense, Rosaline had already given him a way out. This development made Bill's eyes widen in disbelief.

Then he nodded ecstatically:

"Lady Rosalyn, you're absolutely right! Working under those orcs, you're always on the hook. You could lose your life if you're not careful! I... just want to make a living and keep my men alive. We're all human, so who would sincerely become a traitor? Right? Hahahaha..."

Bill chuckled.

Rosalyn waited for him to stop expressionlessly before she said coldly:

"But I'm afraid the public won't accept these words."

"This one……"

"And my Pure White Saint Sect, whose members are all very loyal and pure, will not accept you either. This will become the biggest obstacle to our cooperation, so..."

Rosalyn smiled softly:

"From the moment you leave this house until you officially contact us, you must not use your current identity. Otherwise, our work will be impossible. Do you understand me?"

"I understand, of course I understand!"

The so-called purity of the sect's members means both stubbornness and gullibility.

If the original identity doesn't work, then use a fake identity to help with the work first. After some whitewashing, you can reveal your real name, and things will go smoothly.

Bill asked again:

"I wonder what identity you want me to use?"

"Rhett Schmijn."

"Varied--"

Bill was stunned when he heard the familiar name coming out from between Rosalyn's lips.

Rhett Schmien is a powerful adventurer in local legends.

It is said that in the war two years ago, he killed more than 60 orcs alone. Since then, he has been lurking in the city, constantly assassinating and harassing these demon invaders and the human spies who cooperated with them, causing extremely heavy losses to the orcs.

And every time the orcs tried to capture and counterattack, they couldn't even catch his shadow, and could only rage helplessly.

Over time, there were even rumors that Rhett Schmien had secretly organized a powerful resistance force that would soon rise up and completely overthrow the orc rule.

Of course, Bill knew it was all fake.

The so-called Rhett Schmien does not exist at all. His story is a fictional character made up by the locals to motivate themselves under the high pressure of the orcs.

Their so-called achievements were to combine some accidents and the actions of isolated and sporadic resistance personnel, and most of them were pure fabrications.

But the locals don't believe it.

They felt that the statement that Rhett Schmien did not exist was a propaganda tactic of the orcs, which made Bill, who was actually responsible for the orcs' propaganda, laugh and cry.

And now, he, a treacherous leader, actually had to do things under such a name. Of course, he was scared out of his wits and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Lady Rosalyn, this... this isn't good, is it?"

The Pure White Saint smiled meaningfully:

"No? Why not? The locals all believe in the existence of this Rhett Schmien, but no one has actually seen him. He could be anyone, so why not you?"

"But I..."

"Imagine this: the Chamber of Commerce executives, enjoying a comfortable life in high positions, voluntarily stay behind when the city falls. They ostensibly surrender to the enemy, but in reality, they're secretly loyal, organizing a resistance force and wholeheartedly serving humanity. Isn't this a compelling scenario?"

indeed.

Bill, who was used to selling things, actually swallowed subconsciously when he heard this sales-like talk - this usually only happened to his "customers".

As smart as he was, he immediately understood Rosaline's intention.

The legend of Rhett Schmien is widely spread in the local area and has a great influence.

Rather than leaving this title vacant, it is better to register it directly.

This not only allows him to act openly in Lillebas, but also makes it easy to clear himself in the future with this rhetoric and Rosalind's endorsement.

It’s a great way to kill two birds with one stone.

But there is a prerequisite, or obstacle.

Aize.

Aize would not believe her lies, nor would he tolerate her stealing the title. He would definitely stand up to stop her. Rosaline could not be unaware of this.

He knew it, but still asked himself to do it. This only meant that tonight's action was most likely aimed at Aize.

No, not very likely, definitely.

His subordinates had reported before that there were some strange believers who followed the imperial army into the city and were preaching everywhere. Not only was it ineffective, but some people were even beaten.

These people should be members of the Pure White Saint Sect.

And the conversation he had with the messenger just now at Aize's place should have been about this matter.

This means that Aize and Rosaline have a huge conflict.

In order to deal with the advantageous Aize, Rosaline came to cooperate with herself, the local tyrant.

He wanted to cooperate with her, but he didn't want his reputation as a treacherous person to affect her, so he came up with such a shameless idea to maintain his pure and innocent image in front of his believers.

What a pure white saint, she is even better at gaining fame and reputation than me, she is really very calculating.

As I thought before, he is indeed a hypocritical conspirator.

Bill smiled on his face but cursed in his heart.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as he can help me overcome difficulties and become successful, a conspirator will be a conspirator. There is nothing I can't cooperate with. Can he be more difficult to deal with than an orc?

So, Bill, who thought he understood the whole thing, nodded repeatedly:

"I understand what you mean. Please leave it to me! From now on, I am Rhett Schmieden! Rhett Schmieden is me! There can't be anyone else!"

Rosaline seemed very satisfied with this. She smiled again and nodded slowly.

"That's right, Mr. Schmien. Do your best. The goddess will not forget anyone's contribution."

Does this sentence mean that not only should you help yourself whitewash yourself, but you should even promote yourself?

No, the one she was promoting was Rhett Schmien, not Bill Trettle. Bringing a legendary hero under her wing would help Rosaline further expand her influence in the Empire's Recovered Zone, and even the entire empire.

This woman is really ambitious.

It perfectly matched Bill's expectations of her.

But no matter what, it was a good thing that the future head of the church was willing to use him. Bill would definitely not refuse such a big thigh.

In ecstasy, he nodded and bowed desperately:

"Thank you very much! Thank you very much! I'll go back and make preparations now. See you at the ruins later?"

"Well, see you at the ruins, Mr. Rhett Schmijn."

After emphasizing again that their identities must not be revealed, several figures rushed out from the corner.

Bill did not resist and let the other party put a hood on him as he did when he came, then take him away and send him back to his original location - after all, he could not let the fact that he had secretly met with Rosaline be exposed, so this arrangement was normal.

As Bill left, "Rosaline" in the room stopped moving for a moment.

First, the expression froze on his face, then his breathing stopped, and then even the color of his whole body began to fade gradually, from the holy white to an ugly khaki.

Then, with a loud bang, it collapsed and disintegrated, completely turning into a pool of dust. It became limp and disintegrated, hitting the ground and turning into powder and dissipating.

The consciousness contained in it traveled across several blocks and returned to the body of Aize, who was lying on Villian's knees and remotely controlling the puppet.

The latter sat up, covered his face and sighed.

The witch lady beside her hurried over and said:

"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No, it's just that playing that woman is very tiring, there's nothing wrong with it..."

Aize rubbed his eyes and yawned sleepily.

Chapter 99 Low Probability Event

According to Aize's temper and tone, he would not even waste time talking to Bill, a complete traitor, and would just tear him into pieces.

The reason why they went through so much trouble, even having Villian make a one-to-one replica of Rosalind... a puppet, was to allow this damn scumbag to make some use of his remaining energy.

Another experiment on Rosalyn.

"Just as planned, that guy has been completely fooled. I estimate that in an hour at most, he will have direct contact with the real Rosaline."

Aize stretched out his body, then fell back onto Villian's lap, where he had just been lying, and closed his eyes with a contemptuous smile.

"Although I've said it many times, these clever yet not entirely intelligent people who like to act smart and think they have it all figured out are easier to fool than fools."

It would be difficult to achieve the desired effect by simply using the puppet Rosaline and Bill, so Aize made a series of arrangements around the plan.

First, I squeezed out time in my busy schedule to meet with Bill.

The meeting had no intention of achieving anything from the beginning, it was purely to put pressure on him - and by the way, he would insert some conversations with the messenger, leaving a foreshadowing of the conflict between him and Rosaline, and guide him to think in that direction.

This kind of inducement will make him believe it more than if you tell him directly.

Then, it was the turn of Rosaline, the puppet carefully crafted by Villian, to appear.

After the outrageous existence of the Faith Network was revealed, the abilities possessed by the Pure White Saint were still very tricky, but on Aize's side, it had lost its mystery and became an existence that could be rationally understood.

I also understood that Rosaline actually had no long-term plans at all. She was just being carried away by her beliefs and taking actions without considering the consequences.

But for others like Bill who were unaware, the situation was different.

People who are unaware of the outrageous events happening in the Holy City and do not believe in God would naturally imagine her as a manipulator with all-knowing means and extremely superb skills, just like Aize did in the past.

Aize took advantage of this stereotype and used a set of reasonable hypotheses to trick Bill into using a fake identity to contact the real Rosaline.

In this way, concealing the truth from the world was achieved.

Rosaline would unknowingly end up in the same boat with the biggest local man without even realizing it.

"In order to create that woman's puppet, I went through all those disgusting memories in my mind to perfect the details. The mental damage I suffered can be considered a work-related injury."

Villian gently stroked Aize's hair and sighed slowly.

"So, it's a little late to ask this now, but can this plan really succeed? Putting aside the businessman, it shouldn't be difficult for that woman to expose this lie, right?"

"Yeah, it's not difficult."

Aize's answer was unusually straightforward and calm.

Although this scheme took advantage of the information gap and formed a closed-loop logical chain on Bill's side, it was a completely different story on Rosaline's side.

For Rhett Schmien to hastily claim to be a hero who does not exist would inevitably lead to obvious logical loopholes.

These loopholes are even fake at first glance, and normal people can easily spot the problem.

But for Rosalyn, that's not necessarily the case.

Rhett Schmien, a virtual image formed by the many wishes of the locals, is firmly believed by many to be real, but their identity is unknown.

Relying on common sense, it is easy to find flaws, but if the influence of the belief network is added, it will make things complicated and affect judgment.