Chapter 136 Organization
The news of Mr. Nova's arrest caused a huge uproar. Not only in Baita Town, but also in Blake County, Casa Strait, Port Morris and even in many places in the Royal City, readers protested to the Glowing Church, including some emerging nobles and officials.
Even the Glowing Church did not expect that a mere ordinary person would trigger such a huge wave of anger. For a moment, the voices demanding that Baita Town extradite the criminal to the royal city were slightly stagnant.
At White Tower University, after great fear, great anger ensued. Some began to propose emulating previous successful attempts to storm the Inquisition and rescue the innocently arrested townspeople, students, and their professors. Fortunately, the Dean of the Seminary, Delos Rabelais, temporarily calmed the young people's restlessness.
Many colleagues at Baita University who knew the old man's temper were very worried that he would do something extreme - but although he had a gloomy face every day, he was at least calm and seemed to have received some instructions.
Ivan Adrian of the Inquisition Association silently continued his daily work, following the professor's instructions. Having successfully gained the trust of many townspeople during the previous Winter Judgment, he was now responsible for ideological propaganda. The Shadow Chaser named Daniga assisted him and took on the daily task of weapon training.
As for Adrian's part of the work, it was called propaganda, but it was actually very simple. Every night, the townspeople and students would gather together to read books and newspapers, and then complain together, whether it was their own personal experiences or the unfortunate experiences of their relatives and friends. As they talked, the targets of the townspeople's condemnation often gradually evolved from the arrogant and unreasonable judges to angry accusations against the priests, officials and nobles. The training on the second day was also obviously much harder.
Adrian couldn't help but feel nervous as he listened. The professor's words "No investigation, no right to speak" kept ringing in his mind. Perhaps this was what the professor wanted him to see.
At first, Adrian subconsciously thought that Mr. Nova was probably a big shot from some force, lurking in White Tower University as a professor. Otherwise, how could a simple theological scholar have such broad and profound thoughts and know these strange people?
The other party seemed to have anticipated his arrest and left a thick stack of manuscripts in the office. Some of them were manuscripts for subsequent publication in the "Limin Daily", and the other part was a manual left for him and Daniga.
The manual was written in great detail, answering almost every aspect of any problem they might encounter, so much so that Adrian couldn't help wanting to cry when he touched the thick stack of papers.
In the Inquisition, where a single impulsive jailbreak was enough to leave him with a deep psychological trauma, what kind of torture must the teacher who subconsciously frowned because he ate too many cookies but never stopped him have to endure?
As for his temporary partner, Daniga, he is a young man with a completely different life experience from Adrian, a small-town youth who grew up in a very conventional way - well, maybe not very conventionally.
The other party always looks playful and talks too much nonsense to be annoying, but in fact he is ruthless and decisive in doing things, with a ruthless spirit that does not care about his life. He kills people and beheads them as if they were chopping melons and vegetables. He is worthy of being a member of a highly wanted rebel organization.
The two of them had been through life and death together during the prison break, and after getting to know each other better, Adrian couldn't help but secretly ask him how he got in touch with the professor. The guy smiled and replied, "Of course, it's because I'm a loyal reader of Mr. Nova."
Adrien was silent for a moment: "...That's it?"
——This has nothing to do with the political situation he had imagined, full of intrigues and struggles!
Of course, maybe the other party was just fooling him - but when he thought about it carefully, Adrian found that he had easily accepted this setting, such as the professor conquering the illegal gangs with his personal charm alone... After all, that gentleman was so magical, Adrian thought with a smile, you know, no one could imagine that the current serious situation in White Tower Town, which made the Glow Church feel like it was facing a great enemy, was originally just an open class taught by a university professor.
The work with Daniga had initially been quite frustrating for him. He was used to assassinating his targets, yet now he was being asked to train a group of ordinary people. The men in the town had fought before, but they were all country tricks, not to mention a large number of women and children.
Therefore, some low-level sorcerers and warriors were dispersed and organized into small teams. Physical training, formation training, combat skills training... Even women and children were mobilized, learning to make simple medical supplies and logistical supplies. Gradually, following the instructions in the manual, this "army" that had once been a laughing stock began to take shape. Furthermore, they began constructing defensive fortifications using White Tower University as their base, including simple checkpoints, watchtowers, and traps.
Among them, the Shadow Chasers successfully served as the important role of "smugglers". Originally, his brothers looked down on this ridiculous team composed mostly of ordinary people. After all, a stronger warlock was enough to defeat them. Only at the request of the leader did they reluctantly help.
But as time went on, especially after seeing the manual left by the professor, they gradually began to immerse themselves in it, genuinely worrying about the future of the people of White Tower. Daniga swore he had seen an extremely twisted and complex expression on his leader's face more than once. But for some reason, although he was reluctant to show his face in public, he didn't stop them and sometimes even helped.
Another flaw was that this Self-Defense Force had no guns. Even Shadow Chasers couldn't get so many guns and bullets in a short time.
As for the professor's suddenly mysterious assistant, he became even more elusive. He would occasionally appear before the faculty and students of Baita University, helping them solve difficult problems, even with a gentle smile on his face—but no one dared to approach him, out of a fear born of survival instinct.
——The other party looks like a strange creature lurking in the sand of the deep sea, ready to suddenly jump up and devour everything it can catch at any time.
If Apatla had known in advance from the teachers and students of Baita University that someone was on the verge of an explosion, she would never have chosen this time to provoke the other person.
Unfortunately, there is no if. When the priestess learned that the chosen one was captured by the Heretic Inquisition, she did not feel ecstatic about achieving her goal. Instead, she was quite furious - nonsensical. Now the White Tower Town was almost surrounded by the group of lunatics from the Sacrifice Sect who were inexplicably recruited. She even suspected that the Heretic Inquisition was their lair.
She wanted to add some "interest" to the life of the chosen one, and it would be best if she could play some sweet tricks of "beauty saving the hero", but it did not mean to kill him, otherwise her dear Analene would go completely crazy.
The Inquisition had been occupied by a group of white-robed men. The priestess tried to break through once, but was nearly discovered by the damned Pavaton Miller. In her impotent rage, she suddenly remembered the mysterious and powerful person beside the Chosen One, and she might be able to use him to achieve her goals.
This was the first time she had truly seen this powerful being provoked by the Chosen One.
Even the virgin Etilo, who was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, couldn't help but be dazzled by that perfect face. You know, beauties are common, but beauties who are so powerful that they are terrifying are not common.
Despite the cold sweat oozing down her back from the other person's terrifying aura, the priestess instinctively smiled and teased, "I never thought my dear little sweetheart would have someone like you by her side—what should I call you?"
The priestess, believing herself to be polite, only drew a merciless blow—a sword that changed the very color of heaven and earth. A terrifying storm gathered above them, thunder and hurricane-force winds roaring down, as if to pour all images of destruction from heaven and earth into the longsword gleaming with cyan runes, as if even time and space would be ripped apart by it.
“——Breath of Storm?!”
As a clergyman, Apatara quickly recognized the legendary long-lost sword of the storm god Utoska.
She was horrified and tried her best to dodge this devastating blow, but as a warlock of the Lord's Prayer level, she found herself so helpless in the face of this blow.
This was impossible. Apatra had witnessed the power of the Royal Court's Guardian, Sandro, and Pope Sablic. While those old men were terrifying, they would never cause her such despair—she would die, absolutely. As the inglorious illegitimate daughter of the royal family, Apatra, or Nivena Yuri Makian, had endured countless horrors throughout her life. But her love for Analene was enough to make her despise death. Death would merely merge her with her beloved Analene, and she would happily offer everything she possessed to the gods.
But at this moment, a bone-chilling fear seized the priestess's mind for the first time - she felt that her soul would disappear under the blue sword, completely and meaninglessly disappearing.
The next second, the priestess was knocked back. She lay on the ground, twitching like a dying animal, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The cold blade rested calmly against her neck.
Apatella reluctantly raised her head. She only saw a pair of very beautiful blue eyes with a brilliant golden rim, so beautiful that it reminded her of the shallow sea sparkling in the sun.
She suddenly thought of a vanished ethnic group, the Natalin people. Many bards had praised the eyes of the beauties in their tribe as being like the sea water, and the storm god Utoska was the god of the Natalin people.
"I will spare your life."
The other party said slowly in Gunatalin: "Give my regards to Analenie."
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