Dong... Dong!
After the six consecutive heavy, clear tolls of the magic bell ended...
Lyle stood by the window, looking up at the dense flock of white pigeons flying through the sky, his expression stunned. "Even this kind of symbolism was brought over?"
"The world before the Bone King... that is, Satoru Suzuki, transmigrated, was already the year 2138, yet some traditional things were preserved."
As the magic bell ceased, a large flow of people began to emerge onto the empty streets. If one looked closely at the sides of the road, it was clear these were all ordinary commoners.
Among them were many thin figures wearing coarse hemp clothes that were heavily worn.
Soon, dozens of figures dressed in white robes, looking divine, began to appear from the distant street.
Dressed like that, they were clearly priests or other faith system Magic Casters.
Wherever this group passed, they waved their hands to release white light that enveloped the crowd, performing a ritual called "Blessing."
"The first-tier spell, 'Light Heal'."
Lyle spoke softly, already understanding what the so-called Blessing ritual was.
"It's the church—no, it should be the Slane Theocracy pushing this behind the scenes. No wonder the Slane Theocracy has such a good reputation among the people."
"Theocracy and monarchy don't have the typical medieval confrontation here because individuals possess extraordinary power... or perhaps it's a strategy implemented by the Slane Theocracy."
Seeing the whole through a small part.
Both the Kingdom and the Empire primarily worship the Six Great Gods, but in normal circumstances, churches and temples are rarely seen.
Under normal conditions, the only time most people remember the temple is when they are injured and need treatment. The church or temple provides healing services, though of course, there is a fee.
"This low-key ideology indeed avoids conflict with the monarchy."
"The Slane Theocracy has some smart people."
Lyle was thoughtful, also knowing that the emergence of this situation was related to the plight of humanity.
"Awoo." The Ghost Hound lay on the room's floor, lazily kicking its front limbs, the Bone Chain on its body rattling slightly.
Lyle turned around and looked at Enri, who was rarely dressed up meticulously in the room. Her small, expectant glances out the window made the Emerald Leaf Witch beside her somewhat impatient.
"If you want to go, then go," Lyle said to Enri with a light smile.
He could actually perform a "Blessing" using "Light Heal" himself, and the effect would be even better. However, in the eyes of ordinary people like Enri, the "Blessing" from the priests in the church was different from ordinary "Light Heal" magic.
"Really?" Enri quickly looked away from the window, her three ponytails swaying at her chest as she spoke with excitement and anticipation.
"If you go any later, those priests will have already passed by," Lyle waved his hand.
Enri stood up, her pale pink dress falling down as she looked cautiously at the Emerald Leaf Witch beside her.
"Let's go."
The Emerald Leaf Witch spoke expressionlessly.
This was the reason for her impatience; according to her master's orders, Enri's safety had been entrusted to her.
"Sorry for the trouble, Miss Emerald," Enri whispered, an irrepressible look of joy on her face.
As the two left,
The room became quiet once again.
Lyle reached out to rub the Ghost Hound's shiny black fur. "Looks like you've gotten a bit fatter, Momo."
"Oowoo." The Ghost Hound rubbed its large head against Lyle's trouser leg, acting cute to curry favor.
However, its ferocious appearance as a Demonic Beast was really not suited for acting cute; instead, it made its expression look rather strange.
"Haha."
Lyle laughed, then whispered softly to himself, "Such easy days will only become fewer and fewer in the future."
He had transmigrated to this world in mid-May, and now it was late December. Counting it up, he had been in this world for nearly seven months.
Going from a level one nobody to his current Rank 42 in just over half a year seemed extremely fast, but Lyle knew very well that the higher the level, the more difficult it became to increase.
If "Rank" was the first major obstacle ahead,
Then the plan for early strategic placement was the second.
To begin laying the groundwork, he would inevitably come into contact with various forces in this world and even the secrets hidden in its shadows.
This process would involve no small amount of "blood," and he had to ensure the blame wouldn't be pointed at him, which was a difficult task in itself.
From his Transmigration until now, he had focused solely on raising his Rank because he knew that without strength, having too many ideas and thoughts would only harm him.
Only now,
Did Lyle truly have the qualifications to begin some strategic placement according to his own ideas. At the same time, as he understood this world better,
He realized more and more how naive some of his thoughts and plans were when he first transmigrated.
"There are still three years left."
Lyle watched the cheerful atmosphere outside the window again, thinking silently to himself.
This clear sense of opposition wasn't just Lyle's wishful thinking; he knew the Bone King would not accept powerful individuals of the same level who were not members of the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
The Bone King's first thought upon confirming his Transmigration to another world was to check the various items in his Inventory to ensure that even if all the Floor Guardians betrayed him, he could still escape calmly.
This single point was enough to see the Bone King's personality.
In the light novel and anime plots, after the Platinum Dragon Lord sent the Platinum Armor to engage in an information war with Pandora's Actor disguised as the Bone King,
At the Great Tomb of Nazarick's analysis meeting, Shalltear mentioned whether they could win over this Platinum Armor named 'Riku'.
The Bone King's answer was direct: if the opponent joined, they would kill him after asking all his secrets.
Albedo thought it was a pity.
The Bone King replied again that he did not have the confidence to suppress such a powerhouse.
This was the reason Lyle had abandoned that idea from the start. Placing oneself in a dangerous situation and leaving one's life to the whim of someone else's decision on whether they lived or died,
Was truly an act of supreme stupidity.
"The strategic plan cannot be rushed, and it cannot afford to be rushed," Lyle's gaze was deep.
There were too many secrets hidden in this world, so from the beginning, Lyle had no confidence in being able to mobilize the power of the entire world before the plot began.
This also destined the battle with the 'Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick' to likely become a war of attrition.
"The problem is still manpower..." Lyle sighed.
The "artificial monster" technology he had been researching lately, and the special Magic Ritual for "Wild Shape" he planned to study,
Were actually all explorations into the possibility of increasing his manpower.
Evening.
With the end of the "Blessing," the festival activities that plunged the entire Royal Capital into true joy began, and this event would continue until the next day.
Therefore, Prayer Day was also called Festival Day by many.
Compared to the daytime, where it was basically ordinary citizens receiving "Blessings," as the priests and faith system casters withdrew, adventurers and even nobles gradually began to appear.
Clearly, neither adventurers nor nobles particularly liked the Blessing activities organized by the church and temple.
"Ro-Lente" Royal City.
The corridor of Francia Palace.
Leinas was rarely not wearing her armor. Perhaps not liking overly bright colors, her dress was mainly light-colored.
The waistband in particular was black, adorned with golden ribbons.
Her waist-length golden hair swayed slightly as Leinas walked, drawing glances from many passing maids and guards stationed outside along the way.
Leinas walked down the long corridor with a calm and cold expression, her high heels making light tapping sounds on the nearly reflective floor.
Facing the subtle glances thrown by the guards outside,
Leinas didn't care. She had always been very confident in her appearance, but whenever she stood with that princess,
She always felt a sense of inferiority.
The more beautiful a woman is, the more likely her spirits will dampen when facing a woman even more beautiful than herself.
Fortunately, her experiences in the Empire had taught Leinas that simple beauty was far less reassuring than the spear in her hand.
Is this considered self-consolation?
Leinas had this thought and gave a self-mocking laugh. Speaking of which, why had that princess called her over at this time?
After thinking for a moment,
Leinas gave up trying to guess Renner's thoughts; the other woman was indeed very intelligent.
Compared to this,
What Leinas actually cared more about was that the Master had been in the Royal Capital for several days, yet the two of them had not met. she had a lot of information she wanted to report.
Before,
She had also secretly used Imina's help to pass on the message that she wanted to meet the Master, but she was rejected.
This left Leinas completely puzzled. She speculated that the Master must have other ideas.
"Whew."
Leinas took a light breath.
Hmph, that Half-Elf Imina must have taken advantage of her easier access to the Master to contact him frequently during this time.
A Half-Elf?
It was said that there was a Magic Caster who was also a demi-human race by the Master's side. Could it be that the Master likes that type?
It's not impossible.
After all, the Master likes using the blood of demi-human races to make alchemical potions; it's normal to have such strange tastes.
The golden strands of hair on Leinas's forehead fluttered. While her cold and exquisite face drew the side-glances of the guards she passed, no one knew she was currently lost in wild thoughts.
As she gradually approached the palace where Renner was located,
Leinas finally snapped back to her senses, because she noticed that in the corridor of the princess's palace, there wasn't a single palace maid, who should have been there in large numbers to serve.
Such a situation
Made Leinas's heart tighten; this was clearly not in accordance with court rules.
Could something have happened?
As soon as this thought arose, Leinas dismissed it, because all the guards she had seen along the way were familiar faces, and there were no signs of any disturbance.
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