Back in the city, the powerful figures from various races at the Grandmaster level dispersed.
Some time later, Ron, inside the lord's manor, listened to Uncle Arno's report.
"They're gone."
"Yes, my lord."
"Very well, Anno, you can go down now. I need to think about something."
"Yes, ma'am."
Soon only Ron, Vivian, and the flying little tower remained in the main hall.
Vivian didn't ask about any of the things, including the meeting with the gods and Rita's intervention; she simply quietly served Ron a drink.
Lost in thought, Ron, though small, maturely accepted Vivian's tea.
It is tea, but this new beverage is no longer the same as it used to be. It is not a commodity, and it is not particularly delicious. It is still black tea, but it is somewhat similar to wine.
Do those guys really not know the difference between wine and tea?
And because of that small cup, Ron's thoughts were completely interrupted.
Thinking about things more thoroughly feels too troublesome.
Forget it, we'll deal with whatever comes our way.
Ron, even if he were to live again, would never be afraid of anyone, especially with two powerful gods above him.
By the way, thinking of this, my brows furrowed unconsciously.
Again... I forgot.
What does the water god look like? And what about the god of music?
His spiritual level is still too weak!
It's funny to think about it now. Why did the water god make it sound so serious back then? Ron couldn't even remember it!
In fact, Ron is currently unaware that he still has a feeling of meeting a god, and coupled with Ron's strength as a high-level mage, he can be aware of the god's existence when he encounters the water god's divine form again.
However, Ron still doesn't know enough about the gods.
Ron didn't ask about it, so Rita naturally wouldn't tell.
Vivian and the little tower that was hovering around seemed rather strange.
Lord Ron is such a strange lord; he's unhappy one moment and secretly laughing the next.
Vivian reached out to hug the little tower, who was swaying its head. Once inside Vivian's arms, the little guy miraculously closed its eyes and slowly fell asleep.
He doesn't care about Ron, his soulmate!
Because Ron and the fairy Tower had signed an equal partnership contract, Tower always regarded Ron as a trustworthy partner, and there was a considerable degree of one-sided dependence between them.
Time is a good thing sometimes; at least Little Tower has already become familiar with a few humans.
At this time, Vivian would always slightly curl her lips.
A cute sleeping face, an innocent and pure little guy.
No matter how chaotic things are outside, the little guy won't change in the long run.
Without further ado, Ron immediately stood up and gestured to Vivian with a hand gesture, indicating that she didn't need to move. Ron wouldn't go far, and Vivian could take care of Little Tower first.
The little tower of the dimensional creature still needs a lot of time to adapt to this plane, but there will always be a time when it can unleash its full power.
Ron stepped outside, and Rita was already waiting beside him.
Rita will accompany Ron to handle territory affairs this time.
Thanks to the divine message from the woman beside him, he was indeed quite busy.
On his way to the study to look at the documents, Ron asked Rita, "What exactly is the oracle?"
"Purify!"
"It's gone."
"My lord, it's gone."
"Alright, come with me."
What a simple divine decree!
In the study, Rita, as Ron's assistant, familiarly picked up the feather on the other side.
If Ron issues a lord's order, Rita can write with astonishing speed.
A beautiful woman holding feathers, naturally elegant.
No one could have imagined that this woman had killed two followers of the evil god without batting an eye, thus preventing the warning and fear-mongering plan from being implemented. Instead, Sandy had unilaterally issued the warning to the other party.
It is beautiful, but the familiar movements have a somewhat emotionless, mechanical quality.
I feel inexplicably sad.
Perhaps... Ron is still not mature enough!
After reading the documents for a while, I found that most of them described changes in territory brought about by the descent of angels.
The doors of the two churches are almost worn down by the crowds, but there aren't many true believers. In addition, properties near the churches are being bought for high prices, causing the property prices there to rise several times over.
Some matters concerning territory are best observed from the sidelines.
Some commands were given orally, and Rita wrote them down.
After a long while, the two who had been sitting there quietly finished their recent official business.
Without Vivian, and with the cheerful Xiaota, there's an indescribable tranquility right now.
It was almost dinnertime, but there was still plenty of time.
Ron suddenly waved to Rita.
Rita silently approached the Pope.
"Rita, are you tired of writing laws all the time? If not, I'll hire an assistant to help you."
There were more things to do today. Perhaps Ron will be more diligent in the future, and there will be a need for him. Unlike other high-ranking people, he doesn't need too many assistants.
"My lord, Rita is not tired."
Rita stared blankly, clearly not understanding why Ron had asked that question, or perhaps she hadn't thought much about it at all.
What the Pope says is an order; the initial divine command explained everything.
When Ron had a moment of leisure, he would rest his right hand on his forehead, pretending that nothing was wrong for the time being.
“Then, Rita, tell me about what happened before you became an angel.”
"These, Rita, do you remember them?"
...
"Rita, you forgot."
“You really forgot?” Ron frowned again, then asked, “Why would you forget?”
“Rita knows that the archangels will remember.”
"Is that so?"
The matter of divine beings is not very clear.
Ron suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Rita, you don't have to wait for me to ask. For example, you can tell me anything that is useful or anything you want."
"Next time I see God, I'll think about whether I should offer you better treatment."
"As Your Lordship commands."
"..."
During a casual conversation, Ron even learned about the path to angelic advancement.
Two wings, four wings... all the way to twelve-winged angels.
It is said that the strongest fallen angel has twelve wings, comparable to a god.
Angelic ascension occurs through several factors: first, the accumulation of time; second, breakthroughs after battles; third, divine rewards; and fourth, and others, which are unforeseen circumstances that have occurred over countless millennia.
With four wings, it's unlikely that the divine aura will be easily concealed, so divine rewards might be difficult to obtain; perhaps it can be postponed.
By the way, maybe next time they can remind Rita of the past.
After a person dies, there is a small chance that they will be transformed into a holy spirit and gradually evolve into a two-winged angel. What about the things that happen in the human world?
Curiosity during leisure time.
Their gossip didn't last long, and Ron and Rita were soon greeted by Vivian.
"Dinner is ready, let's go."
The daily routines for lords are finally starting to return.
Meanwhile, the woman, Bello, returned to the Pope of Fear.
It was nightfall.
The entire gloomy church felt even more eerie.
This place often imprisons some unfortunate souls, all of whom wear fearful faces. Some shallow followers of the fear god would frighten these unfortunate souls for amusement.
True believers... once they are regarded as true believers by evil gods, their values and beliefs generally change.
Bello knelt respectfully on the ground.
The old pope looked at her and asked, "What is it? Why are you the only one who came back?"
"An angel has descended; we await Your Holiness's decision."
The long silence was enough to show how important this matter was.
A great calamity is about to befall us; will any deity be willing to bestow divine power upon the angels?
What are this god's plans?
Angels who descend to the material world usually expend some divine power, because there aren't many angels or holy spirits left! They can't be easily lost.
The protection of angels is something that the leadership of the church should consider carefully.
"You may leave now. The other two have already returned to their original positions as demon gods, so there's no need to worry about them."
"Understood, Your Holiness."
The old pope prayed to the statue of God, and as expected, the word "angel" appeared in his prayer, and the phantom of a demon descended.
This day was a happy one for the nearly one hundred unlucky men; they were finally free.
Large and small red lines were sacrificed to the phantom, in exchange for a furious roar!
The mental impact was legendary; several people were instantly rendered insane, while others were immediately elevated to a higher realm, becoming masters.
However, according to the law of equal exchange between planes, if one is promoted because of a demon god, then after death one will not even have the chance to fall into the abyss.
They are nourishment for the demon god, but the ignorant believers immediately become fanatics.
As for the few idiots, they were simply those who offered their souls to the demon god.
After a long while, the phantom faded away without any apparent movement. What the Pope's soul had gone through remains unknown. Outside the hidden church, for miles around, the vegetation withered...
The entire Dark Church was in a frenzy of celebration; a miracle had occurred!
Each person has been branded with the mark of a demon god, and given a 50% chance of receiving demon god nourishment, awaiting their one in a million breakthroughs...
"What are you laughing at?" the Pope sneered. Because of what happened today, if he did well in the future, he might be able to win a divine position. Who cares about the believers below!
However, even knowing he was just nourishment, he still enthusiastically developed his followers, since he was one of the fanatics to begin with.
"Your Holiness, it is the will of my Lord..."
"Don't mess with Sandy's side lately."
"Yes, ma'am."
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