aircannonsinc Chapter 325 A New Diary and the Church of Harvest
Chapter 325 A New Diary and the Church of Harvest
Chapter 325 A New Diary and the Church of Harvest
A silvery-white halo, boundless and limitless.
Lorne slowly opened his eyes. This time, he really was having a dream.
"Silver-white—" he murmured to himself.
"The 'premonition of disaster' didn't react, which doesn't seem like it foresaw danger."
"What does this mean?!"
"The snake in my dream before was also this color—"
"Silver-white must have some special meaning regarding the path of destiny."
"Could it be—that the messages I wrote on the origami cranes have responded? Will replied to me?"
Just as Lorne was deep in thought, his spiritual intuition was suddenly triggered! He instinctively looked to his side, but found nothing. However, a letter had appeared out of nowhere on the large desk in the office.
Lorne felt a chill run down his spine and carefully opened it. What came into view were neatly written but familiar Chinese characters.
Russell's Diary —
"The messenger of the mysterious queen is truly extraordinary. He seems to be invisible and intangible—"
"Perhaps—I can write to her and ask her some questions—" Although Lorne himself still harbored considerable wariness towards this "mysterious queen," she was currently one of the few channels through which he could obtain high-level extraordinary knowledge.
"Consider this payment for translating the diary," he reasoned, "and while I'm at it, I can also ask if the other party knows any suitable craftsmen—"
In his personal storage space, several extraordinary traits he had acquired at sea still lay quietly. These were all mid-series traits, and selling them directly would be too conspicuous; after all, Backlund wasn't a chaotic sea where official surveillance was omnipresent. Crafting them into suitable magical items would undoubtedly be the best option.
After all, the path to becoming a "winner" requires neither spirituality nor "luck" —
He sometimes even thought that the "monster" approach, which was full of spirituality and could use "luck" to avoid most negative effects, was simply born to use magical items.
June 23rd.
I ran into that merchant again, the one who claimed he could sell anything as long as the price was right, the one called Block Q.
I had previously purchased a lot of intelligence and extraordinary traits from him. The traits that Green and the others had previously promoted to were obtained from him, so we had a fairly good relationship.
Actually, I'd been puzzled by his codename for a long time. Why a playing card? His explanation at the time was that he didn't know. He'd simply inherited the codename from his predecessor and had no idea what special meaning it held.
He also said that a code name is just a name, and it doesn't matter what you call it.
I was speechless; he seemed to be just giving me the runaround. How could someone of high rank in the organization not even understand the meaning of their own codename?
But—could there really be other transmigrators? No way! One transmigrator like me is enough!
I tried to get clues about the "Ghost Empire" from "Q the Block", but to my surprise, he asked for two Sequence 3 Extraordinary traits as a reward.
Damn! This is way too shady!
He wasn't this ruthless before! I feel like he was trying to make me back down.
They seem to be avoiding me.
When I first took control of the Intis regime, I tried to reach out to them, but they never seemed to have much interest in me.
I've heard that some members of their organization are descendants of the Soren family. Is that why they don't like me?
Damn it! Am I, the governor, really inferior to those losers? Just wait, I'll show them what I'm capable of!
June 27th.
I saw Zarathustra again. He was still acting all mysterious and cryptic, always only saying half of what he meant, which really annoyed me—
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I want to punch him to death.
Since it was a rare opportunity to meet him, I took the chance to ask him about the society.
But this seems to have touched a nerve with the other party.
Damn it, I forgot, Zarathustra and those guys don't get along well; they're practically hostile. They often clash with the mites.
Fortunately, Zarathustra didn't hold it against me and even shared some information with me.
He said that the organization's top brass was basically a bunch of oddballs. The core leadership consisted of 12 people who managed the entire organization in a "parliament" style. Many of them had once held incredibly prominent positions, but for various reasons, they had lost their original status and were forced to gather together.
Prior to the Fifth Age, this society was quite active, its influence extending across the entire continent, and it had entanglements with virtually every power.
However, by the middle and late Quaternary period, their influence had declined sharply. This was partly due to the encirclement and suppression by the Church of the Gods, and partly due to their own deliberate contraction, even reducing their influence to some extent.
This puzzles me. Do they intend to disappear and avoid the Church's persecution? But that doesn't make sense. The Seven Gods aren't a monolithic entity; they can cooperate if there are no avenues for conflict.
"—It seems this isn't Roselle's diary from his later years. It's about events that happened shortly after he seized power in Intis—" Lorne muttered to himself, holding the diary.
"I thought this society was related to Russell. After all, using playing cards as code names for high-ranking members seems like something he might do."
"Judging from the information in the diary, this society has a history of at least a thousand years—could there really be another time traveler hiding behind the scenes?"
"However—it seems that not everyone liked Emperor Roselle," Lorne said with a playful smile. "I wonder if he later established a cooperative relationship with this mysterious society."
The diary entries "The Mysterious Queen" gave me are probably quite important. She must know some inside information—does this mean that Roselle did indeed cooperate with them later on?
Lorne put down the diary and began to process the information within. He had a strange, inexplicable feeling.
"well----"
A moment later, he picked up his pen and wrote down the translation of this diary entry.
The next day, after informing Sharon that everything had gone smoothly the previous night, Lorne planned to visit the legendary church of the Earth Mother.
Today, he received several more reports of workers contracting the flu.
"Let's go to the rose street."
Lorne flagged down a horse-drawn carriage and gave the driver the address he had found out.
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The carriage began to move smoothly. Lorne leaned back in his seat, thinking to himself, "When the night watchman entered my dream yesterday, I specifically mentioned the staff's illness. Seeking help from the Church of the Earth Mother now is perfectly logical and won't arouse any suspicion."
About ten minutes later, he got off the carriage and arrived at Rose Street. He hardly needed to look for it before he spotted the rather small Harvest Church.
This golden church has a striking spire, and the outer wall is engraved with the symbol of life, which is a simple baby surrounded by symbols such as ears of wheat, flowers and springs, making it stand out among the surrounding gray buildings.
It looks very vibrant.
Ok?
Just as Lorne was about to walk over, his gaze was drawn to a figure at the church entrance.
He was a handsome young man with black hair, dressed in a well-tailored suit. At that moment, he was pacing anxiously back and forth at the church entrance, occasionally running his hands through his hair and rubbing it vigorously, as if he was struggling with whether or not to go in.
"ah-!"
After letting out a pitiful scream, he pushed open the church door and reluctantly went inside.
"A strange person—there are some abnormal spiritual reactions in him."
Lorne, observing from the shadows at the street corner, watched this scene with a subtle expression.
"It seems this church has quite a story to tell."