Four Split Personalities

"Uh, I know..."

Fire Yang nodded slightly, having already received the message from Motan, and after the Earth Seer left, he turned to glance toward the south where the Holy Land was located, and spat out a mouthful of saliva: "Holy Church Union, spit, if it weren’t for Motan and Yu Chen also being here, I would definitely have cursed a few ugly words to feel relieved."

At the same time, Holy Mountain Sumier, Babbling City, within the Silence

"The morale of the other side has been high lately..."

Before the long table, a man enveloped in a black cloak let out a light sigh, his voice hoarse as he said: "It is said that the Holy Church Union has already recalled 30% of their combat power from Duan Tou Cliff, things aren’t looking good."

"Forgive my bluntness, Archbishop Ethan."

Another voice came from the lower end of the long table, the tone very grave: "It’s time for us to concentrate all the power of the Northeast Diocese, having been unable to complete the task for so long, even if this place is the den of the Holy Church Union, the Lord might still descent His wrath, so..."

"I’m already on it, but gathering all the Believers here takes time."

The man known as Archbishop Ethan interrupted coldly, then turned his gaze to the other side of the long table, and hesitated for a while before asking: "Harry, the situation in other Dioceses... how is it..."

"The Northwest Diocese is the same as before, still a mess; the Southeast Diocese has been hit recently, and the once highly anticipated Marshall Family has been wiped out, the honorary bishop Baphi Marshall is missing, suspected to be dead."

Harry stated briefly.

Archbishop Ethan nodded silently, and it took a while before he asked, somewhat reluctantly: "What about the Southwest Diocese?"

"Ambitious and gearing up,"

The Heretic named Harry paused for a moment, and after a while, continued: "They seem to place high importance on that new recruit Believer."

"Is it the young man who is said to have been favored by our Lord right after being baptized?"

"Yes."

"Hmph..."

Archbishop Ethan snorted coldly, saying somewhat insincerely: "That’s really delightful."

...

Dream Teaching Country, Underground Sanctuary

"Heh, this is indeed delightful~"

A human male with long black hair smiled playfully. He stood in front of a huge hanging map, wearing a silver coat with the emblem of the Dream Teaching Country, his features handsome and his demeanor somewhat effeminate. Over his left eye hung a monocle, his slender phoenix eyes always squinted in laughter, giving a rather pleasant first impression - but only at first glance...

From the second glance onwards, those ever-smiling squinted eyes only gave off a sense of bizarreness, distortion, and eeriness, like something else... wearing human skin.

"That is, Counselor Ramorok, you are referring to...?"

A middle-aged man wearing a robe also bearing the Dream Teaching Country’s emblem looked puzzled at the other.

"Oh?"

The young man known as Counselor Ramorok turned his head, asking with an innocent smile: "You don’t know?"

"I... don’t."

"Why don’t you just die then?"

"Ah?"

The man was startled, his complexion instantly souring.

"Sorry, just a joke."

Ramorok smiled lightly and then looked back at the map, saying softly: "You must have noticed, Griffin has withdrawn the Third Legion from the border with the land of miracles, and the Seventh Mixed Legion from the western frontier, and they are moving south."

"Yes... that’s right."

The man immediately nodded, his complexion still not looking good as this was exactly the content he had just reported.

"Combining the recent information about the death of Prince Conda Boho of the Shaven Empire and Duke Vitum Boho, I suddenly discovered something interesting."

Ramorok stopped looking at the map on the wall and picked up the teapot on the table, pouring a cup of fragrant red tea for himself, saying leisurely: "There has been an interesting change in the south, His Majesty William, who was said to never make mistakes, seems to be overextended, and that hungry lion has caught a scent and greedily opened his eyes..."

The man hesitated, frowning: "Are you referring to the Shaven Empire and the Griffin Dynasty?"

"Yes, I don’t think there’s any other ’His Majesty William’ or ’lion’."

Ramorok took a sip of the overly dark red tea and smiled: "Have someone keep an eye on the intelligence from the Shaven Empire, if there are any movements, they should not be able to hide for too long. As for the Reverend, tell him Counselor Ramorok hasn’t been feeling well lately, and I won’t be attending meetings in the next few days, and ask him to consider withdrawing half of the legions stationed in the Southern Territory depending on the situation, to ease the pressure on that lion, just like that."

The man nodded at first, but didn’t leave right away. Instead, after a moment of silence, he hesitated and said: "But, Counselor... You just recently took down a county in Griffin, isn’t directly letting go now a bit..."

"Of course, there’s nothing improper."

Ramorok shook his head, then with a serene and meaningful expression, added: "I think you should be well aware of the reason, right?"

The man swallowed hard, bowed, and then turned to leave.