Chapter 768 The time has come

Stereotypes are so powerful.

Not everyone has the energy to investigate and understand what new changes have taken place in the three border territories.

Even for the noble class, many of their information channels come from the descriptions of merchants and travelers, plus a lot of exaggeration, subjective speculation, and rumors.

For example, the fall of Bishop Henry Tran.

When the news reached the capital.

The explanation given by the Glowing God Church was: He violated the doctrine and used the power of the bishop to seek personal interests, which was a serious dereliction of duty. He had already betrayed the Glowing God faith and was removed from the position of bishop.

As for condoning the conspiracy of the cultists and causing disasters?

All of them were summarized in the word "dereliction of duty".

Most of the nobles in the capital imagined such a picture based on their imagination, combined with the Church of Seeking Knowledge that had recently emerged on the border.

"When the disaster broke out in Ceylon, Bishop Henry tried to make money like he did with the monster Red Tide in previous years, but he chose the wrong target."

"The nobles valued their lives more than money, so they were willing to accept his hint and donated money to the church."

"On the one hand, he took money to do things, and on the other hand, it was equivalent to spending money to buy a personal safety insurance. Both sides knew it tacitly."

"He dared to make money from those poor people in Ceylon who put their heads on their waistbands and valued money more than their lives?"

"Otherwise, why would a few kingdom heroes suddenly appear from the border Church of Seeking Knowledge? They must have exposed this matter!"

As for the so-called "saving the dwarf stone fort" by the kingdom heroes, they completely regarded it as the king's embarrassing boast.

Dwarves are famous for their stubbornness and xenophobia, and their own strength is not bad. Although there are not many top-level 6 professionals, there are still many people at 5th and 4th levels.

Have those high-level dwarf professionals gone crazy? They actually have to rely on a few level 3, oh, and that level 2 warrior named Lancelot to save their city?

Just thinking about it makes me feel that it is impossible!

It is just hype and hype!

Although this is a set of speculations that are very different from the actual situation.

But it is consistent with the cognition of the nobles in the western part of the kingdom.

That is enough.

When people do not see the truth with their own eyes, they always tend to believe what they want to believe.

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It is not only the nobles who are affected by stereotypes.

There are also those guys who have been operating in the dark and doing things in a shady way.

A few days later.

Southwest of the capital.

A restaurant close to the Holy Land of Glory.

The main business here is to sell holy communions, providing meals to believers who come to the holy land for worship or prayer, and also selling portable food such as bread, cheese, and sausages that can be taken away.

Some believers will buy some simple food here and take it home to share with their families. They think that this place is close enough to the holy land, and even the food will receive the grace and protection of the Glory.

With the arrival of winter, the restaurant business is a bit quiet. Even in a prosperous place like Starosh, the capital of the king, fewer people are willing to go out in winter, and restaurants and pubs are also unpopular.

A middle-aged man with a thick scarf wrapped on his face, a coat, and a slightly fat figure pushed the door and walked into the restaurant.

He first shook off the snowflakes on his clothes, and then walked straight to the private room in the restaurant.

"Hello, sir, please give me the coat and scarf. After you finish your meal, these things will be dried and cleaned to ensure that they are as good as they have just been sewn..." The waiter stepped forward to help the middle-aged man take off his coat.

"No, no, thank you, I will do it myself later."

The man quickly waved his hand to refuse the waiter's friendly help.

He didn't want anyone to see his face.

Walking all the way to the door of the box marked with the word "Trajan", the man knocked on the door rhythmically.

"Dang, dang, dang, dang."

A steady voice came from the room:

"Come in."

The man quickly opened the door and walked in.

There were already 5 people sitting in the room.

He was the 6th.

While untying the scarf wrapped around his face, the man hesitated and confirmed:

"Sir, is it really okay to meet here?"

"This is... right on the edge of the Holy Land of the God of Radiance."

The leader sitting at the head of the long table laughed.

"So what?"

"As long as you master the right method, when you really understand the source of the power of the God, the method of deceiving Him will be obvious."

"Don't say here, even if we meet in the church of the Holy Land of Radiance, others will not find any flaws!"

The other people in the room followed with a soft laugh.

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"Tell me about the situation over there. How are the preparations going?"

The fat man who had just sat down stood up quickly and began to answer in awe:

"Sir, I have personally confirmed the situation over at the stone fortress."

"Our friends with unique beliefs do have a way to awaken or summon monsters artificially, and they can be commanded."

"Although they can only execute the simplest commands, they can already attack and destroy a certain target or area."

The leader nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, just as I expected!"

Then he turned his head to look at another companion sitting next to him.

This man is very tall. Even just sitting there, he looks taller than the other people.

"Where's the Ceylon collar?"

The companion gestured helplessly in the direction of the Holy Land of Glow, and then explained angrily:

"Everything was going well originally, but it's a pity that Henry Trump, that bastard who failed to achieve anything but failed, somehow, for his little calculation, made the incident that should have happened only during the monster red tide be brought forward by half a year! Emergency! The handling was even worse, and he even got involved in it!”

"The Ceylon Territory has been a little out of control recently, and I'm afraid we can't count on it."

"Fortunately, you had the foresight to arrange a backup plan in advance."

"The bishop and legion commander of Calez were successfully replaced by our people two years ago. They will bring people to cooperate with us when needed."

The leader reassured his companions tolerantly: "It's okay."

“The fewer people who know a secret, the harder it is to leak it.”

"Henry Truong, Bishop Skeeter of Greenport, and the overseeing priests who do what they are told."

"They don't know anything. They just follow the instructions given above. It's normal for them to have deviations in their understanding."

"As long as the plan is completed, let alone losing a few bishops, it will be worth it even if we give up all the manpower we have accumulated over the years!"

"The time is about to mature. Those friends with unique beliefs told me that next year's monster red tide is the best opportunity. It has been the most active and chaotic year in the void in the past 20 years. Even if we don't take action, they will have to put their plan into action. Take action."

Another companion frowned slightly and spoke softly, a female voice.

"Are we really going to let those friends with unique beliefs complete their deeds? What if the disaster breaks out and gets out of control?"

The leading man chuckled.

"They are just tools to help us achieve our goals."

"The real initiative has always been in our own hands. How can we tolerate their chaos?"

"When we complete our plan, they will be the first to liquidate and clean up!"

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