To summarize, this is Dorothy’s current spiritual condition.
8 cups, 4 stones, 14 shadows, 8 lights, 11 silence, 8 enlightenment.
'Huh... Although I didn't get much spiritual power, it's better to have it than not, especially since this 'cup' has increased a lot, it's really important. The previous 1 point was really too scary...
"Then the next step is to slowly wait for those guys from the Wolf Blood Society to make a move. This shouldn't take too long."
Dorothy said this after taking a long breath, then she turned and looked out the window at the street under the night sky.
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During the day, in the far suburbs of Tivian.
Under the gloomy sky, a drizzle fell slowly, and there was a hint of chill in the air.
In the rain, on the top of a small hill somewhere, there were several figures standing here. They were all wearing black raincoats, looking at the huge city in the distance, with its blurred outline in the rain and fog.
Among this group of people, the one leading the group was taller than the others. His sturdy figure of about two meters was covered by a wide black raincoat, which made him particularly prominent. Under the hood of the raincoat, a rather ferocious face was revealed.
It was the face of a dark-skinned man, covered with flesh and fierce eyes. Both sides of his cheeks were covered with tons of red tattoos. The tattoos were all decorated with abstract wolf-shaped totems. The whole person revealed a dangerous temperament that was always ready to attack, as if he would launch an attack in the next second.
"Elder Duval, there is intelligence coming from the Limb Altar. This time it's from Max. The secret agent left by Stonys is finally willing to cooperate."
At this time, a subordinate wearing a raincoat walked up to the tall figure and reported with a respectful look. At this time, the figure called Duval slowly turned his head and then spoke in a dull tone.
"How is it going?"
"The information about the White Prayer has been written down by the Altar of the Remains. According to the information above, Francisco is indeed no longer in the Chant Church. So far, the Holy Mountain has not sent any great priests here. It is suspected that it is due to the political struggle at the saint level. The only one who is in charge of the Chant Church now is the little nun named Chafilon. Although she is famous, she is just a white-collar worker. The only thing she can do is to rely on the divine objects to maintain her status.
"Now the White Prayer has also drawn a map of the Chant Church for us and marked the location of the Forbidden Library. We have obtained everything we wanted."
The Wolfblood Society subordinate wearing a raincoat reported respectfully. After listening to his words, Duval paused slightly and then continued.
"Has the authenticity of the information been confirmed?"
"I have verified this information with the information Mr. Sander received earlier. It can be said that they are completely consistent. The two pieces of information from completely different sources can be so consistent. It can almost be confirmed that they are accurate."
The subordinate continued to speak respectfully. Listening to his words, Duval breathed a sigh of relief. Then he slowly began to walk and walked to the other side of the distant hill. There, stood another figure hidden under a black raincoat. He stood there alone, away from the crowd of Wolf Blood Society.
"I didn't expect that the information you provided this time was so accurate and without any other unnecessary tricks... It seems that your intention to cooperate this time is still somewhat sincere..."
Duval spoke slowly to the lonely figure, and that figure turned around, revealing a dark, slightly plump male face. After seeing Duval, he immediately smiled, bent down and spoke.
"Of course, Your Excellency the Honorable Elder, this time we sincerely hope that the three Afterbirth families can put aside their past grudges and unite again. Naturally, they will not play tricks like before."
"Humph, you weren't like this before..."
"Alas, this is a different time. After all, our Plague and your Gluttonous King were born from the same womb. We are brothers and sisters with blood thicker than water. It is normal for brothers to have occasional friction with each other. But when it comes to truly major issues, we should work together. We are all a family, and we all have a great mother, right?"
The man named Sander continued to speak to Duval with a smile. After listening to his words, Duval did not say anything else, but continued to speak coldly.
"I won't waste any more time talking nonsense. Now that all the information has been confirmed, we will start the operation tomorrow. Since you said you want to show your sincerity, then come along."
"Yes..." Sander continued to bow to Duval, and then when he saw Duval was about to leave, he immediately called out to stop him.
"Please wait a moment, Mr. Elder. Since you have trusted my information, I can now tell you about the next phase of the situation."
"The next stage of love? What else does your bed of bugs let you do?" Duval turned around and said to Sander, who then took out a small box and placed it in his hand.
"Nothing, just some gifts for Elder Duval. According to Chief Kalua, this is both a token of our apology for our past disrespect and a guarantee for this operation."
As he spoke, Duval opened the lid of the box in his hand, and what appeared inside was a strange worm that was slightly wriggling and twisted, and its body was sticky and smooth.
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