"My current focus is on developing my own forces."
"Having too weak a foundation is detrintal to my developnt."
"Patience, I must be patient. The current faction struggles, though they are major storms, are not the perfect once-in-a-lifeti wave I need."
"I still need to wait patiently, continuously strengthening myself during this process."
"I need to establish a religious order, collect faith, research Divine Spark commandnts, and even return to the Abyss to upgrade my demon number."
"None of these are particularly convenient in Breathspring City."
Breathspring City likely has five to seven Gold Seeds.
This number is unreasonable, completely similar to the previous expansion of the holy knight order - caused by faction struggles attracting external forces.
With more people, the original power and benefits have been diluted.
With various conflicts constantly erging, developnt ti has basically been eliminated.
Honestly speaking, in the current situation, Nais doesn't have confidence that he definitely won't be used as cannon fodder if he enters.
The thinking speed, reaction speed, and keen observation abilities of Gold Seeds towards surrounding matters are simply too strong.
In the short term, Nais can guarantee he won't reveal any flaws, but over the long term, it's impossible.
He has no interest in being a filler baby;
going to Wavetail Town is more suitable for his current situation.
"Is that so?" Gilliman nodded after hearing Nais' choice and stopped pondering this matter.
Although the Dartmanley family was gradually declining, their network of connections remained quite strong.
Even Gilliman had received favors from them.
Over two hundred years ago, when he was just an ordinary holy knight, the last Gold Seed of the Dartmanley family had given him a helping hand.
Now that various connections had reached out to him, after comprehensive consideration, he still needed to agree.
Although various families were currently taking advantage of the Dartmanley family's misfortune to seize their interests, if he didn't offer help at this ti, the nobles of the Territorialists faction would feel a sense of shared vulnerability.
After all, those nobles couldn't guarantee that their families would never face decline themselves.
So many nobles were also watching this matter closely, which had an extrely positive effect on the unity of the Territorialists faction.
This also aligned with Gilliman's expectations - the church currently had too many internal conflicts, making it unsuitable to continue fighting over this issue.
What the Territorialists needed to do was protect their own interests and maintain their sovereignty.
Yet the Governance faction was now advancing with overwhelming montum, possessing the moral high ground from the main church headquarters.
The most important point was that they actually weren't in the right regarding the Nais matter.
The experint originated from the church, and the Dartmanley family had definitely violated regulations.
As the whistleblower, Nais shouldn't have been buried like this.
Those who report violations, while often not receiving good outcos, at least superficially have perford ritorious service.
Though Nais' assignnt to Beiqi Village, through the old priest's special connections, ensured his safety for seven or eight years, procedurally this wasn't correct in terms of moral principle.
If they continued to argue about this, it would beco troubleso.
Sending him to Wavetail Town now was actually a good thing.
After all, once the person was sent over, whether the Dartmanley family had the ans to bring him back into the family was their own affair.
Whether Nais was returning to his family or going for revenge, that was no longer their concern.
"Young people being cautious is a wise choice." Gilliman said as he signed his opinion on the docunt. Nais going to Wavetail Town was now settled.
No matter what montum Gotthard brought with him, at least Gilliman was currently still the Grand Commander, and Nais was the person involved.
With both parties having decided, the matter was settled.
"Wait outside for a while. Soone will soon take you to ride the air column to Wavetail Town." Gilliman handed the signed docunt to Nais, said no more, and continued handling official business.
Nais took the docunt, bowed in farewell, and sat on the bench outside the Grand Commander's office.
Soon, people approached from both sides of the corridor.
One was 'By-the-Book', while the other was the book-holding female priest who had been behind Gotthard. Googlᴇ search novel⚑fire
"Nais Dartmanley, please co with ." By-the-Book said directly upon reaching Nais, then turned and walked away without waiting.
"Coward." The female priest who had arrived from the other side quietly uttered these three words.
Everyone present had sharp senses, so these three quietly spoken words were naturally heard clearly by everyone, including Gilliman inside the office.
However, no one reacted to these words.
Such struggle issues couldn't be resolved with just a few words.
In the female priest's view, they were reforming the church, eliminating its shortcomings, and controlling those nobles who had infiltrated the church system.
This was the most correct course of action.
In such circumstances, Nais - who could strike against the Territorialists - instead 'willingly degenerated' by choosing to flee to Wavetail Town. Such cowardly behavior naturally earned her contempt.
Nais naturally wouldn't bother arguing with her about this.
Young people having ideals is right.
Nais certainly still had ideals too, but unfortunately his ideals didn't align with the church's direction.
He also clearly understood that wanting to change the world couldn't be achieved through re passion alone.
Passion isn't a bad thing, but having only passion makes one like a headless fly.
Nais followed By-the-Book and soon arrived near the blowhole area.
Many specialized airships were docked here.
One side of each ship had an anchor cable that was dropped into the blowhole.
When the air column erupted, the anchor cable would be pulled, dragging the specialized ship into the air column.
At the mont of entry, those sitting aboard would experience rapid environntal changes and need so ti to adapt.
However, the entire process wasn't particularly uncomfortable.
It sowhat resembled diving.
Rapidly falling from height into water, a person would montarily feel overwheld by the aquatic environnt, but would quickly adapt.
The air column was similar - filled with air currents everywhere, so breathing wasn't a concern inside. It felt like transforming into a swimming fish.
Nais sat on the ship without any discomfort.
He was now Steel Seed, with various superhuman adaptation abilities.
Those enhancents hadn't ford into traits, but still far exceeded ordinary people.
The boatman sat slightly adjusting the ship's position, then cast out his fishing net.
After waiting a few seconds, he pulled it back forcefully.
Inside were so miscellaneous items like stones and wood fragnts.
Sorting through them, he nevertheless found a lump of white paste-like congealed substance.
That was whale ambergris, possessing so value.
The boatman cast his net several more tis, but the harvests weren't substantial.
This left the boatman looking rather displeased.
Traveling from Breathspring City to Wavetail Town was easy, but returning was considerably more troubleso.
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