Chapter 367 Operation in progress
"My secretary, in your opinion, what should we do to remedy the situation next?" Azar asked Elhaisen.
Elhaisen frowned: "There is no effective remedy, but it is not too late to finish it now."
There seemed to be some dissatisfaction in his words, and the person in charge beside him, who had just relaxed, was instantly nervous again:
Please say less!
The official in charge of collecting dreams shouted in his heart, as if he had seen himself being suspended for failing in this task.
Fortunately, the great sage did not look at him, but just shook his head and said:
"Without sufficient energy, the power of the gods cannot be fully exerted."
Elhaisen: "I think we don't have much time. The traveler is obviously hostile to us. He has just escaped from the dream. The next step is to rush into the House of the Order."
He paused and continued, "If the executive is willing to help, there may be a turnaround, but we may not be able to afford the price he wants."
Hazard rubbed his forehead irritably. No one knew better than him how tedious the preliminary preparations for restarting the dream were.
It is useless to urge the Red King's fanatics in the desert to speed up the transportation of the "God's Canned Knowledge". Not only is the journey long, but there are also Candice and Senor who are obstructing them. I don't know how these two got together...
The nosy traveler was watching from the sidelines, and the Fatui's executive officer had no intention of taking the initiative to help. If he asked for help, he would either be ridiculed or asked for too much...
Azar pondered for a long time, and finally, out of distrust of the Fatui, he agreed with Elhaisen's judgment: the House of Lords can only speed up the finishing touches now.
Azar touched the void device beside his ear and used his authority to input his words into the terminal. At the same time, an old and majestic voice sounded in the minds of the scholars who were waiting in the underground secret room:
"Close the energy tank."
what?
Everyone who received the order was slightly stunned, and then, as if to answer their doubts, the voice sounded again:
"There's no time to prepare more energy, let's finish it now!"
Upon hearing this, the scholars turned around and faced the electronic screen in front of them, inputting instructions to close the energy compartment, lower the energy liquid level, and disconnect the transmission tubes in various parts from the body.
The whole room was suddenly filled with knocking sounds and metallic collisions. No one spoke, but the atmosphere was extremely anxious.
Kavi's heartbeat started to speed up as he mixed in with the scholars. He pretended to be tired, wiped the sweat off his forehead, tucked a few strands of hair behind his ears, and calmed himself down a little.
As Kavi slowly pulled down the mechanism, he couldn't help but think: Did Harold and the others succeed? I need to quickly prepare for the next step.
...
On the other side, Sora and Paimon sneaked up to the door of Harold's house. Sora hid behind a large vase in front of the door and looked around for a while, making sure that no one was passing by, then he reached out and knocked on the door.
After only two knocks, the door opened a crack, and Kong and Paimon quickly got in.
"Very fast, Traveler, Paimon."
Sora looked up. The man with the unique gradient hair color he saw in his dream was standing in front of him with his arms folded and a smile on his face. He exuded a calm demeanor. Sora couldn't help but look at him carefully from head to toe, muttering to himself:
This is the real Harold, a good friend of Tinari and Seno, and the teacher of Dishia, Cole and others.
"Huh, I finally got in. There were too many people outside. I was almost caught several times!" Paimon said with lingering fear as he recalled the thrilling journey just now.
Well, it is indeed difficult for you. Just think about the number of residents in Xumi City and the infiltration missions I have done. It instantly brought back bad memories for me.
Harold's eyes swept across Sora and Paimon, and he thought: I don't know how many times the Traveler has backtracked, but as an NPC I don't feel anything at all. This is truly a magical world.
Haroldt sighed for a long time in his heart. In the dream, the series of questions asked by Kong made him sure that he was in a game world.
But this did not make him panic or have any unreal thoughts. Instead, it made him calmer, because it showed that the traveler was very likely to have the ability to go back, and everything would develop in a direction that was favorable to them.
...
"Nilu, where are you going dressed so beautifully?"
"Ms. Nilu, we have fresh eggs here. Would you like to buy some?!"
"Sister Nilu, what's in your basket? Bread? Why does it smell so good?"
Nilu leaned sideways and raised the bamboo basket in her hand a little higher. The child who came to her basket did not reach out to grab it, but his eyes were still glued to the flower basket covered with a layer of white cloth.
Nilu bent down slightly, raised a finger, and whispered, "Shh—this is the prop we use for our performance. You are welcome to come and enjoy it right away."
The red-haired woman's gentle voice made the child blush slightly. He nodded and said solemnly: "I will definitely go, and I will bring a few friends with me! Sister Nilu, where are you going to perform?"
Nilu opened her mouth and silently uttered a few words: in, teaching, order, courtyard, oh.
The child opened his eyes wide, touched his head, and looked confused. He suspected that he had heard wrongly:
Was it at the Church of the Lord? Didn't the adults say that performances were forbidden near that place? Otherwise, the Great Sage would be very, very angry.
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Inside the House of Religion
After Setale left the office and Elhaisen gained Azar's trust, he invisibly took away some of her work as the Great Sage's Assistant, so in the current tense situation, she actually had more opportunities to act freely.
Setale walked in the aisle of the House of Decrees and brushed shoulders with its guards several times. The guards holding halberds ignored the indifferent assistant to the great sage and no one stopped her.
It was not until she stopped in front of a building that had been long forgotten by the Xumi people that she was finally stopped:
"Ms. Setale."
"Ms. Setare, good morning. How come you have time to come here today? Is there anything the Great Sage can do for you?"