When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 951 - 316 The Birth of Banquet Celestial Marshal!

Chapter 951: Chapter 316 The Birth of Banquet Celestial Marshal!

Sure enough, the “police lines” driven by those officers dare not cross the real caution line left by Aleister.

When Aleister returned to the surface, there was still no one in this dilapidated house.

She carefully stretched out her hand, signaling the chatty Mirror Demon to be silent, and then drew a rune in the air.

The First Level simple ritual “Lookout” was initiated without materials, and the sounds from outside flowed with the wind, breaking into fragments as they reached Aleister’s ears. With her Fourth Level abilities, Aleister could easily hear conversations from a street away, without the need for a soundproof barrier.

“…Hmph.”

After listening intently for a while, she narrowed her eyes slightly: “These goblins… really do need a lesson.”

Even though she was aware of their unethical behavior, it was now that she truly heard the story from the person involved.

Aleister once again realized the gap in execution between the lower ranks of Avalon and those of Star Antimony.

While the upper echelons were corrupt and fallen, the Inspectors and Inspector Generals below Avalon still believed in the knightly legends from the days the nation was founded.

Faced with such an issue, they would rush in with a resolve to face death—indeed, many Inspectors had died this way. For them, dying for the Queen, for the glory of Avalon, was a supreme honor. For the knights unaffected by the corruption of Lohar Society, honor far outweighed life.

Even the son of a minister could die blocking the retreat for the people—leaving aside whether such a death was meaningful, but at least the intention was sound.

For the police officers in Star Antimony, however, it was merely a job. They lacked the determination and faith to die for their Queen, doing only as much work as the pay they received… since Count Leipzig paid them, they listened only to Count Leipzig.

Compared to the noble “people’s police,” these Star Antimony officers were more like the private guards of the local nobility.

Unlike Avalon, the Holy Nation, or even the Iris Flower, these officers had no concept of protecting the civilians. Even the youngest female officer, who had not yet been worn down by society, only wished to “manifest justice.”

“His Holiness is merciful…”

Aleister murmured softly, repeating the devout prayer of the old man.

For a moment, Aleister was moved.

His Holiness… was indeed merciful. The old man was right… Aleister was confident that if Pope Evas knew about their problems, he would certainly intervene.

So first, Aleister uploaded the memories of this segment, along with the matter concerning Anna Kingsford, to the cloud, planning to see what Pope Evas would say.

She was becoming increasingly aware that although they were the same person a week ago, their differences were growing larger and larger.

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Luckily, she hadn’t inherited the name Evas, but had instead chosen a new name for herself, preventing any confusion of identity—she could firmly believe that Evas was a holy spirit slumbering at the top of the Sacred Tree in the Holy Nation from beginning to end, and not someone like herself with boundless ambition, relishing chaos for fun.

And soon, the will of Evas was conveyed to her.

“—Try to help them, Aleister. An economic crisis of this scale, if left unchecked, could spread across the world. It seems that a considerable number of ‘deaths from poverty’ could have been overlooked amidst the deaths following the descent of the Fallen Celestial Marshal. These data were overshadowed by his coming… but since we are here, we cannot allow Star Antimony to be destroyed again, to have that one-third of the population extinguished.

“Save them if you can—aside from the talents that need protecting, these civilians should be safeguarded as much as possible. Although the upper echelons of Star Antimony tried to invade Avalon, these civilians are innocent. Even the factory-owning capitalists are so poor now, what kind of misery must the real civilians of Star Antimony be enduring?

“However, that old man was partly wrong—not just humans, but lizardfolk, dwarves, and even trolls are the same; if we see and can help, then we must intervene. As long as one has a heart of flesh, how could we stand by and watch them starve to death?”

The voice of Evas rang clear in Aleister’s heart: “As for the specifics, you don’t need to consult me about everything—I trust you. As the secret of the Gemini Mirror says, you are me, I am you…

“If you need any support from my side, remember to ask for help anytime, do not overexert yourself. The Ring of Ouroboros ritual is being prepared, and every Fifth Energy Level Transcender around the world is converging on Star Antimony… Even if you are protected by the Night Fiend, and are safe yourself, it is still best not to start a battle in a crowded area. As for Kingsford, if you have time, you can also make contact; I am a bit curious.

“Don’t worry, I will help you. The Papal Guards on my side might be difficult to mobilize, but the entire Nine Pillars Divine Church in Star Antimony is your strength—do what you wish to do.

“In any case, I will accept your decision.”

“…Hmph.”

Aleister’s lips curled up slightly in a light response of “1”.

With Evas’s words, she had a clear understanding.

Although Evas had babbled on and on, like a homeroom teacher having a heart-to-heart talk, fearing she’d wander down some erroneous path in life, Aleister roughly translated it and got the actual command from Evas—

—By any means necessary, help the people of Star Antimony solve the economic crisis, you may mobilize the church’s power.

“I initially thought about not bothering Evas, using the Son of the Moon’s power on my own…”

Aleister sighed: “But in the end, I still need his help. It’s ironic that a Transcender and the Son of the Moon are to lead the church…”

But that said, the power of the Son of the Moon could still be utilized.

It could even be said that, because of the deaths of Count Dorn and Alfonso von Pilotti, the Son of the Moon and the association might truly come to blows this time.

Because the school had already been clashing with the alchemists for several months, suffering not insignificant losses. Now they have lost a rare Fifth Energy Level, specifically the one most capable of countering the Son of the Moon.

Originally, the Red Chancellor still needed to send his “children” – such as Emma and Count Leipzig – to infiltrate the school and become mutually acknowledged double agents. But now, that’s probably no longer necessary.

There were only five or six Fifth Energy Level Demon Incarnations in the local area, and with Emma and Count Dorn now dead. There weren’t many left… The Red Chancellor would probably have to make a move on them.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, Aleister was now able to contact the Church and proceed with the operation…

Thinking this, Aleister, along with the Night Fiend, returned to Prince Xiyaldo’s residence using the broken mirror.

There was still a whole day of tomorrow to write a detailed action report. Tomorrow night, she planned to have some wine and enter the Dream Realm to talk to Isabel about Star Antimony, the economy, and also casually inquire about that bottle of liquid soul.

— If possible, Aleister truly didn’t want to ask for something back that she had given away. The mere thought of it made her cheeks burn hot… And after all, it belonged to Isabel, and if she seemed reluctant, Aleister would neither force her nor beg her.

And in this early morning, Aleister had another task—

“——Pop!”

She had the Night Fiend, Mirror Demon, and Honey Badger stand guard at the door, then carefully set up the protective rituals before cautiously opening the Crystal Ball from Count Dorn’s collection.

Although Aleister’s action capabilities were significantly stronger than Evas’s, she was by no means reckless. Any attempt had to be made when fully prepared.

The upper half of the Crystal Ball was shattered, and the murky black blood inside spilled out like a cracked raw egg. The smell of hard liquor still pervaded the air, evidently, it was a sealing ritual using “alcohol” as a core ingredient.

However when Aleister carefully touched the liver, nothing appeared before her eyes—no system panel popped up, indicating it was not an item of equipment.

But upon touching it, Aleister could feel the call of Surging Strength. It was completely different from the strong impulse she felt when she touched Sister Sasha’s eyeball…

To describe it, the latter was akin to a sudden craving for an icy cola or cold treat, intensified several times; the former was like an adrenaline shot, with all veins throbbing powerfully and rhythmically—

No, it was not merely a metaphor.

Aleister looked down and clearly saw the veins on her arms pulsating rhythmically.

Her body temperature rose dramatically, thumping low bass drums echoed and resounded in her head, then the water glass on the desk, followed by all the windows in the room vibrating. It was like thousands of troops were parading next door, or as if Giants were stomping in place upstairs.

When Aleister’s fingers let go, all the strange phenomena instantly vanished.

If not for the astonishment in the Honey Badger’s eyes and the Mirror Demon’s pained yelps like it had twisted an ankle, Aleister might have thought she was hallucinating.

Such surging power from the Path of Love…

Far more potent than the Holy Relics left by Sister Sasha.

— This was a liver belonging to an Angel Envoy or even a Celestial Marshal!

But there are so many gods to the Path of Love, whose specifically could it be? And why would Count Dorn keep it? Does it have something to do with the ceremony he was going to hold?

Suddenly, Aleister let out a burp laced with alcohol, and a strong smell escaped her mouth. A powerful wave of dizziness overtook her, and everything before her eyes started to zoom in and out abruptly.

“Thanks, lassie! Hahahaha!”

Accompanied by a hearty laugh echoing in her mind, Aleister suddenly shut her eyes, a smile on her lips as she fell into a blissful sleep, collapsing unexpectedly in a state of unconsciousness, caught quickly by the Honey Badger.

At this very moment, just as Aleister touched the liver.

Evas, sleeping in the Holy Nation, suddenly opened his eyes.

His pupils showed no emotion, but were brimming with countless specks of Light—

His soul, drifting between the Material Realm and the Dream Realm, had just felt an immensely intense, unfamiliar power whizzing by. He felt his soul tingling, like being drunk, light-headed, on the verge of losing control in just a moment. And as his body briefly lost the control of the soul, the power of The Holy Crown leaked out.

Evas managed to regain control of his consciousness with difficulty and reasserted his grasp over the power. And the Evas in the Material Realm barely closed his eyes again.

But the brief moment of intoxication caused the entire Holy Nation to plunge into a momentary blackout. A small wave of chaos arose but quickly subsided.

Outside the Holy Nation, a single Star suddenly brightened in the sky.

The entire world, all those drinking at that moment, no matter how much they had imbibed, simultaneously fell into a state of deep inebriation.

Their spirits entered an excited frenzy. Like celebrating something, they shouted at the top of their lungs without reason.

Soon after, Eternal Pope Evas issued a sacred decree to all the Cardinal Archbishops.

“——The Banquet Master is elevated. A Banquet Celestial Marshal has been born.”

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