Chapter 178: Chapter 178 10000 Divine Grace
After watching the splendid fireworks completed by the sacrifice of a Demon’s life, the reactions of those second generations were quite interesting, especially the leader Angela, with a face like a Charming Demon, her expressions changing dramatically, utterly thrilling.
They are now considered Transcendents and are involved with the “Hastu Club”, clearly knowing more than a little.
So they were all keenly aware that the voice that seed like an illusion actually represented a big shot.
Lord Confessor!
Martin Sims!
A legend among the mythical Twelve Saints, almost becoming a figure of myth.
Before coming into contact with the Transcendent, the second generations considered it a ridiculous myth.
But now, undergoing rapid evolution themselves, they naturally realize that many of the legends and myths of the Mysterious Side have traceable origins.
Nearly ten second generations stood frozen in place.
Even without any noise, they dared not move.
A powerful Demon was so easily used as fireworks, they, re minnows, could be crushed in minutes.
At this ti, they couldn’t trust the club’s assurances anymore, that they were immune to “Evil Detection” and need not fear the “Confession Light”, all seed unreliable.
Their naive appearance was fully observed by Tang Qi.
If it were not late at night, inappropriate for loud noises, he would probably be rolling with laughter now.
Being in the thick of it, the second generations didn’t realize, but Tang Qi saw clearly.
That voice indeed ca from Martin Sims.
More precisely, it was a projection of power left in a gemstone by Lord Confessor.
Should the Demon show signs of escape, and fail the assessnt again, what just occurred would happen.
As for what has beco of Lord Confessor himself?
That question was clearly beyond the reach of soone like Tang Qi.
There’s pitifully little information, not even enough to speculate.
The only thing certain was the unraveling of the persona.
“‘Monster Files’ states that Lord Confessor is a suprely virtuous and upright Ascetic, who even disagreed with the doctrines of the Bright Church and has always refused to accept the Church’s canonization ceremony, despite everyone knowing he is the Holy Confessor.”
“He sounds like a rigidly upright and venerable old man to be respected.”
“Yet that scene just now is hard to explain; clearly, he’s an old man with a childlike heart, fond of tornting Demons and greedy souls.”
Muttering to himself, Tang Qi glanced again at the second generations, who remain paralyzed due to Lord Confessor’s tricky maneuver, and scoffed in schadenfreude, then drew the curtains and returned to his ditation mat.
Tonight, there probably won’t be more excitent to watch.
That group of second generations, not developing a psychological shadow would be good enough.
And when they report back to the club, it will obviously trigger so chain reactions, probably providing peace for a day or two, Tang Qi guessed.
Sitting cross-legged on the mat, Tang Qi didn’t imdiately enter a ditation state.
Instead, he pondered the objectives of the Hastu Club.
They, are targeting the Confessor Seal.
So, is it all about those numbered treasure maps of the Road of Confession?
Thus, is the club also being manipulated by the hidden hand behind the scenes?
The overly reckless and conspicuous actions of the second generations tonight had an air of desperate cover-up.
Just revealing one of the club’s possibly true or false objectives—seeking a particular Demon or Evil God sealed by the Confessor?
The second generations might just be the visible front.
Hard to believe that the club would entrust such crucial matters to a few not-too-bright rookies just entering the Mysterious Side.
“Perhaps tomorrow, I should visit the library to look up books about the Confessor like ‘Monster Files’ or ‘Dark Age Strongman Chronicles’ to see if I can find anything related to the Hastu Club’s targeted Evil God or Demon?”
Along with the last thought, there were also so details about the club.
Evil God Seed… Polluter… Pollution Pool… Lord… They all seed conspicuous; perhaps so clues can be found.
Having planned tomorrow’s schedule, Tang Qi didn’t continue to speculate and quickly entered a ditation state.
The next morning.
Tang Qi, as usual, prepared his breakfast and, while eating, received a call from Stanna.
The conflict was still escalating, and this ti it was the llon family who retaliated.
A wealthy tycoon, whose entire family was also slaughtered.
This tycoon had heavily funded Gary Ross during his sser City mayoral campaign, though there was no evidence proving he was a mber of the Hastu Club.
But on the Mysterious Side, there’s never any need for evidence.
The violent resistance that erupted last night also proved that the llon family had chosen wisely.
Stanna said that Hall was even more annoyed.
The reason was not only the lack of cooperation between the two sides, but also because Sith, the old knight, had disappeared upon entering sser City.
Hall was not worried that Sith might be in trouble, but was angry that he couldn’t find a powerful ally at a critical mont.
Alone, he obviously couldn’t intimidate both the club and the llon family.
After hanging up the phone, Tang Qi, as he had thought the night before,
quickly got ready, left the small brick building, and headed for the sser Library.
When turning around to lock the door, he glanced at the bell tower area with the corner of his eye – the large pit had already disappeared.
He also glanced at the main campus’s lawn and fountain area; the blood and other things were also cleaned up very nicely.
Going against the flow of high-school students, he heard so discussions upon leaving the campus.
“They say those successful people threw another party last night, had loads of fun.”
“Yeah, woke up and forgot everything, couldn’t be happier.”
“I’m so jealous, I wish I could join that circle.”
“Heh, does your family have ten thousand Divine Grace? That’s the entry condition!”
…
“Seems they handled it well, looking forward to your next performance.”
Tang Qi muttered with a smile, then boarded a bus, which was a few stops away from the sser Library.
Soon, Tang Qi’s figure appeared inside a building that looked grand, solemn, and full of humanistic atmosphere.
What t his eyes were massive bookshelves and an enormous number of books.
Tang Qi, familiar with the routes, walked toward a section that usually got little attention, the mysticism collection area.
However, this ti, he saw quite a few people.
After a quick glance, Tang Qi didn’t spot any Transcendents, but there were a few individuals who emanated so abnormal auras.
“They must be people who have accidentally encountered an Abnormality, coming here to find answers.”
Tang Qi didn’t interfere and simply swiftly moved under each bookshelf, his eyes scanning while his other hand quickly pulled out so books.
Soon, he was carrying a big stack of books and headed to the reading area; in his hands were “Monster Files Confessor Chapter,” “Detailed Research on the Road of Confession,” “Saints Legend Confession Chapter,” “Research on Who is the Strongest in the Dark Age”…
In the evening, Tang Qi left the library.
He didn’t borrow any new books and didn’t plan to co again the next day; he had gone through all the books he could during the entire day. Though he gained so insights, it was still far from the information he wanted to find. Yet he wasn’t discouraged; after all, he hadn’t held high hopes.
Having gained a little was already good.
Tang Qi thought about the clues mixed with lots of redundant information gathered from those books while casually hailing a cab and headed to the suburbs.
Tonight, he had another event.
The Extraordinary Market was about to open again.
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