After summarizing the speculation mentioned above, a question popped into Li Xin’s mind: Why does the Earth Mother Goddess Court have stronger emotions towards Number Two and less interest in Number One?

They merely sent the Funeral Attendant to deal with Number One as a formality, seemingly going through the motions without exerting effort, while they went all out against Number Two, even using sealed items as bait. Does this imply that the Church Court knows something but doesn’t want to get involved in the struggle for royal power?

Thinking to this point, Li Xin felt this was a possibility quite close to the truth at the moment. Of course, he wasn’t blindly confident that this was the truth, but having discovered it, he could verify it along this line of thought.

However, from the perspective of a Night Patrol, he felt he could really stop here, as there’s no benefit to fighting desperately.

Li Xin had been extremely cautious using the dice in Hedan. Some assessments he didn’t dare to aim directly at the target because if the target involved powerful hidden forces, he might be counter-located. In his current state, being noticed by such a powerful force would be too dangerous and deadly for him. The banners of the Moon God and the Secret Castle might not be intimidating to such beings, especially since he was merely bluffing.

Given the current connection, directly assessing Bocuse didn’t seem too dangerous, as it was previously feared that they had powerful hidden forces behind them. Yet now, it seems the red-robed Archbishop of the Earth Mother Goddess Court was deterred by the struggle for royal power.

Li Xin held back, though, for fear of even the slightest chance of error, as a small fry reaching this point is sufficient—there is no need to take risks out of curiosity.

The possibly “wronged” Gourmet Association council member might be a breakthrough. He wondered if Christie had any clues, as the major Church Courts would undoubtedly focus on hidden organizations. The Gourmet Association isn’t some unknown entity, and this person must know part of the truth.

These thoughts occurred to him. The seasoned Night Patrol cultivated in Hedan for many years could hardly overlook them, and with the case about to be handed over to Achilles, who was the prince responsible for hidden events, accompanied by the mighty Funeral Attendant, the case would surely be clarified. Why was he worrying here?

Lying on the fragrant bed carrying Christie’s scent, Li Xin was counting sheep before he fell into a deep and pleasant sleep. This long sleep lasted almost until noon.

Christie hadn’t returned all night last night. Li Xin didn’t see breakfast either, suggesting that the Night Patrol had taken action during the night… he was a Night Patrol too!

He went out and called a carriage back to the inn.

Bocuse, Mother Goddess School, indeed, the Inner Demon Number One had surfaced. It was going to be a fierce battle.

On the carriage, Li Xin pondered about what Number Two was doing now?

Number One was massive, and Number Two also didn’t seem simple. It already involved or might involve Isaac, a mad hidden scientist daring to delve inside the Church Court, a “council member” encircled by the Gourmet Association, a bold knight who stormed the Great Cathedral and snatched a sealed item when surrounded, later disappearing without a trace, leaving the Earth Temple in a bind.

Damn, Number Two wasn’t easy to deal with either. Anyone daring to confront the Earth Mother Goddess Court like this must have substantial confidence.

In the whole incident, the Night Patrol was also very active. He couldn’t speculate on the Night Patrol’s real purpose. Christie was certainly hiding something, trying to profit in simple terms, which was normal, yet things surely wouldn’t be that simple. There was a sense of impending danger.

Despite it being a hot day, Li Xin felt a chill that provided something like the effect of air conditioning.

The hidden power was his foothold in Wattan; he dared not misuse power because he was powerless against those strong forces hiding in the dark, even unable to comprehend their state of existence.

The Battle Angel was really not so bad, perhaps because it was too weak, or perhaps due to its humanity. The ghostly thing encountered in the mist and the thing capable of spying on him through the dice were terrifying, not only powerful but also harboring strong malice, devoid of humanity.

Enhancing understanding of the Divine Relic was crucial, but the problem was that he couldn’t ascertain his own path, leaving him clueless about how to enhance it. He had merely ruled out the Knightly Path; it likely wasn’t the Preacher either, but whether he was a Divine Favored or a Law Enforcer was uncertain. Even though the Moon God and the Earth Mother Goddess were unfriendly towards him, some other deity might be backing him, only one fate had opened, and it was indiscernible. He awakened one fate due to Old Luo’s death, and it didn’t quite seem like a traditional Law Enforcer, though currently, the Law Enforcer was indeed closer.

The Battle Angel also called itself a Law Enforcer, and that was another basis.

It’s nothing surprising if the Divine Relic is both a power and a curse; gaining power incurs a price. Just like all living beings, labor is exchanged for compensation, and that compensation sustains life. Most people simply have no choice.

But the Battle Angel’s statement bothered Li Xin, “If the path before you is especially clear, then you are treading someone else’s path.”

In that situation, especially agreeing to fulfill its wish, self-binding in shackles, and leaving behind the Angel’s Heart. Such a knight’s last words for himself wouldn’t have been aimless.

This path presumably refers to the path of cultivation.

Was he risking his life to seek opportunities and undergo hardships to enhance power, only to work for someone else?

Was this the same for others too?

Thinking literally, it was terrifying.

Just as the angel had said, knowing this was worse than not knowing. A primary student having just opened one fate blindly messing around could possibly get into trouble.

Upon returning to the inn, he found the place exceptionally lively, Mr. Kan was performing magic tricks… Justin was wearing a small tuxedo with a top hat, holding a small gentleman’s cane, and performing magic with Mr. Kan to continuous applause.

This fellow was adapting a bit fast. When I first arrived in Hedan, I carried heavy bags for a month; it immediately started enjoying good food and drink.

Jealousy makes one unrecognizable.

After the performance, Mr. Kan gracefully bowed to the surroundings. Meanwhile, Justin tipped his hat and started spinning in circles asking for money. Mr. Kan wasn’t very conspicuous and was rather reserved. Though at first, he received some change, it eventually dwindled to nothing.

But Justin was different. Before long, his hat was filled with a pile of change, which brightened the cat’s eyes. It used to deliver messages tirelessly for just one Lira, now a handsome performance was both dashing and profitable. It truly began appreciating Hedan’s goodness, the speed of making money here crushing whatever it could make in the Celestial Capital to dust; it had to be cautious, else it’d be someone’s dinner.

Upon seeing Li Xin, the smile on the black cat’s face vanished immediately; it alertly put on its hat. Li Xin showed a kindly smile and clapped along with the crowd.

How could he do such an inhumane thing, like snatching a cat’s pocket money?

Li Xin’s gaze toward Justin was full of encouragement: Keep it up, do your best!

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