Everyone present was stunned.
Blake and Avinuo were still shocked by Mr. Deville’s imnse power, and the next second they saw him obediently kneeling down, their minds couldn’t comprehend what just happened.
What happened? What is he doing? What are we doing?
The two of them simultaneously pondered these philosophical questions, silently watching Mr. Deville.
Not just them, Mr. Deville at this mont was also utterly confused.
He had stord over in anger, intending to grab Benovia.
Why did it turn out like this?
He only felt that after rushing forward, the force that had given him trendous confidence suddenly made him kneel down naturally.
And when he wanted to get up or do sothing else, he felt the surging power that once obeyed him like an arm suddenly turn into a heavy mountain, pressing him firmly on the ground, unable to move.
Unknowingly, his own Magic Power could no longer be mobilized, as if it had been fused by the mysterious power from the Heart of the Magic Puppet, becoming one.
Worryingly, this unified power suddenly acquired its own consciousness.
Mr. Deville panicked.
He barely lifted his head, looking up at Benovia towering above him, terrified, and asked, "You... what did you do? Why is this happening?"
Benovia was also perplexed at this mont.
She didn’t know why she followed the revelation that ca to her mind and actually uttered those words.
Even more ridiculously, those words worked.
The girl’s heart was pounding.
She already knew what this was—
Oh God above!
She suppressed her excitent, calmly looking at Mr. Deville, and softly said, "The power you obtained cos from God, the Heart of the Magic Puppet you stole is a gift granted to by God, not sothing that others can casually steal."
Mr. Deville was stunned, "God... gift?"
Benovia said, "I am also regretful about Nosen’s death, but it wasn’t what you thought, no one was setting this up, it was rely your child’s own fault, and everything I know, you should have already known.
"That girl is also a Believer chosen by God, I don’t recomnd you lay a hand on her, otherwise you will face even more terrible divine punishnt. Now, Mr. Deville, bring out your Magic Puppet."
Mr. Deville was completely out of control, and a summoning rune appeared in his hand, conjuring the Magic Puppet.
Due to transmitting power to Mr. Deville, the Magic Puppet was glowing at this mont.
Just as Benovia was about to summon the Magic Puppet to take out the Heart of the Magic Puppet from Mr. Deville’s Magic Puppet, that elusive divine revelation ca again.
"Take it directly, don’t worry."
This revelation was not God speaking directly in her mind, it was a very peculiar state, like she naturally thought of it.
If Benovia hadn’t confird it was a divine ans, knowing it shouldn’t be her idea, she wouldn’t have known it was a revelation from God.
Thus, she halted the summoning of the Magic Puppet and directly reached out towards Mr. Deville’s Magic Puppet.
The chest of the Magic Puppet, emitting a deep blue glow, opened, revealing the Heart of the Magic Puppet hidden inside.
Benovia reached out, touching the deep blue Heart of the Magic Puppet.
She was a bit nervous because this Heart of the Magic Puppet could tear a person’s soul apart.
But as she got closer, she felt the power of the Heart of the Magic Puppet attach to her hand, forming a thin layer of isolation, shielding her from direct contact with the Heart of the Magic Puppet.
Quite smoothly, under the stunned gaze of Mr. Deville, Benovia took the Heart of the Magic Puppet in her hand.
"This..."
Mr. Deville was dumbfounded.
At this mont, even if he didn’t believe it was a gift from God, he had no choice but to believe it.
As the Heart of the Magic Puppet was removed, the power from Mr. Deville instantly plumted, Tier Five, Tier Four, Tier Three...
In less than ten seconds, his montum rapidly fell through Tier Four, continued to decline, and stopped not even at Tier One, still dropping.
In about half a minute, all the power on him dissipated, turning him into a muggle more useless than a frizzy-haired baboon.
The loss of power was unacceptable to him; he failed to catch his breath and fainted as his eyes rolled back.
The butler watching from not far away saw this and wanted to co forward but did not dare.
Blake glanced at them and said lightly, "Alright, take Mr. Deville away, the price of stealing God’s treasures, I hope he will rember it forever."
Having power stripped and becoming an ordinary person, it would be impossible not to rember, the butler thought.
With permission, he quickly gathered people to take Mr. Deville away and finally bowed to Benovia, Blake, and Avinuo, "Apologies, my master caused trouble for Lady Benovia, we will send you compensation later. And to you two sirs, please forgive us, the Deville Clan will send you compensation as well, please pardon our master."
Blake and Avinuo simply nodded, saying nothing, after all, Mr. Deville didn’t take action in the end, rushing over only to kneel in front of Benovia, they had no reason to make things difficult.
As for violating flight prohibitions or whatever, it was negligible, it wasn’t their responsibility, and they didn’t have the ti to handle it.
And Benovia had no objection, under the revelation of God, she manifested before the Holy Court and the Royal Family, also conveying a ssage—
She received a gift from God.
Regardless of its authenticity, as the Holy Daughter, she saying it posed no problem, and it would bring her prestige and acclaim.
Benovia holding the Heart of the Magic Puppet also slightly bowed towards Blake and Avinuo, "Mr. Blake, Uncle Avinuo, thank you for arriving in ti, I wouldn’t have been able to handle it calmly without you."
Blake stroked his beard, "No need to be modest, even without us, with this skill of yours, you could easily toy with that little thing."
In front of Mr. Blake, the middle-aged Mr. Deville was indeed a ’little thing’.
Benovia smiled slightly, not saying anything.
Avinuo glanced at the Heart of the Magic Puppet in Benovia’s hand and said, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll leave first, Lady Benovia, the Emperor has been missing you, do visit ho soti."
Benovia nodded, "I understand, Uncle Avinuo, I will visit."
"Hmm."
Avinuo nodded and left directly.
Blake looked at the Heart of the Magic Puppet in Benovia’s hand, "The power contained within your Heart of the Magic Puppet is strong enough to grant a Tier Four Mage strength comparable to Tier Six, would you mind letting take a look?"
Benovia smiled, "Of course, Mr. Blake, you can look, but the Heart of the Magic Puppet must not be touched directly, otherwise the power inside will impact the soul, causing fainting."
Blake nonchalantly waved his hand, "That’s for Low-tier Mages, are we, Tier Six Mages, afraid of this? Just hand it to directly."
"Well..."
"Don’t worry, I just want to take a look, I won’t take your thing. If I faint, it’s my problem."
"Alright then." Benovia had no choice but to hand over the Heart of the Magic Puppet.
Blake took it, his eyes rolled back, and he straightforwardly fainted.
Benovia promptly caught the Heart of the Magic Puppet, looked at the unconscious Blake, and fell silent.
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