On the base of the huge bronze statue, there were indeed so symbols that resembled text.
But these symbols were vastly different from human writings. Lette glanced at them but had no clue.
Lette wasn’t worried that a thousand-year-old piece of armor could pose a threat to him. He had too many trump cards and plenty of confidence.
However, he feared whether this armor could affect the entire system of the Holy Light Church.
Although the possibility was small, what if this technology turned out to be effective and could be replicated, falling into the hands of soone with intent.
The existing world order would be challenged, and the peaceful days could be devoured by the flas of war in the blink of an eye.
It’s still safer to investigate.
"Hey! That eagle over there, co over here."
"Coming, sir! My na is Idelos, sir."
"Do you recognize these?"
Idelos knelt on the ground and examined them: "It seems to be ancient dwarven script, it’s quite old.
The first part says... this armor was forged by Master of Forging Iron Beard and Molten Lava Giant Dragon Balzac, possessing the power to forbid Light!
Only the president of the Holy Temple Council has the right to wield it.
The latter part is rusty and hard to decipher.
But I could sort it out, just give thirty days to consult the materials..."
"Three days."
"Well... twenty days then! No less!"
"Two days."
"How co I reduce, you also reduce! In that case, I want fifty days!"
"One day."
"How co I increase, you don’t increase!"
Seeing Lette about to speak again, Idelos quickly agreed.
"Alright, alright! One day it is! But I need manpower! And I need free access to the Holy Light Library!"
"You can have all the manpower you need, but not the Holy Light Library. I’ll send so clergy with you to get whatever you need."
The Holy Light Library is currently the Pope’s office, and Lette didn’t trust outsiders to enter freely.
Lette placed a hand on Idelos’s shoulder: "The focus of your research should be on whether the forging technique for this armor has versatility.
In plain terms, whether it can be mass-produced.
You need to understand that this matter concerns the stability and peace of the entire world.
You’ve sung so many hero legends, but this ti, you have the chance to be the subject of those songs."
Idelos nodded repeatedly after hearing this: "Don’t worry, sir! I definitely will!"
Lette conjured a Holy Crow with Holy Light, whispered a few words in its ear, and sent it off.
The Holy Crow left the Holy Temple Council Hall through a side door at the end of the passageway and soon returned with a group of clergy.
Among them were not only the Red Robed People and Black Robed Crowd, but even several high-ranking White Robed ones ca, along with a small team of the Holy New Army.
"You all follow this Idelos, assist him in translating the inscriptions on this statue. Report any progress to imdiately."
"Yes, Lord!"
Lette patted Idelos on the shoulder: "You are now the leader of these people! I believe in you! Do well, and you’ll be the star of tomorrow!"
Injected with this motivational speech, Idelos enthusiastically turned to the task of translating the inscriptions.
Lette then signaled to Grandet, and the two quietly left the council hall, finding a secluded corner.
"Boss..."
"Check this Idelos, see if he’s clean."
"Yes!"
"Mobilize all your connections, prepare to hold a new election for the Holy Temple President."
Lette glanced back at the dark passageway: "Since it’s the Holy Temple President who can wear it, then we cut off the supply. She’s just a vice president, temporarily acting as president anyway.
Once we have a new president, she won’t have any play left."
"But Boss, that armor has already been taken by her. What if she doesn’t return it even if we elect a new president?"
Lette waved his hand: "You don’t understand, according to my deduction, this armor should be an Oath Blessing Device.
An oath is the source of its power.
The harsher the oath conditions, the longer the alliance, the greater the power of the blessing artifact.
Exactly what the fulfilled oath is and what the conditions are remain to be seen from that minstrel’s translation.
But one condition is already clear, and that is the user must be the Holy Temple President.
With just such a high-difficulty oath condition, plus the millennium-long allegiance, this power cannot be underestimated."
Grandet nodded half-understandingly, but then suddenly slapped his thigh.
"Boss, Vanessa already initiated an ergency eting yesterday.
According to the rules of the Holy Temple, if we want to trigger an ergency eting for a re-election, we probably have to wait another week."
Lette gestured dismissively: "Rules are dead, people are alive. Can living people be stifled by rules?
You go and win over the mbers, get them on my side.
Don’t force those who won’t cooperate, just keep a list and give it to the Judgent Court.
Their original work was taken, and now their work is halted because of Vanessa.
Fine! Then let’s give them so odd jobs to do!"
Upon hearing this, Grandet involuntarily shivered. With the mbers of the Holy Temple like them, randomly hanging one out of every two wouldn’t lead to wrongful accusations.
If they were all thrown to the idle Black Robed Crowd of the Judgent Court, that would be serious trouble.
After a round of talks, probably not a single opposing mber would be left.
In a real sense, none at all.
After instructing Grandet a few more tis, Lette returned to the street in front of the Holy Temple House of Representatives.
At this ti, the performance was nearly over. Lette found the three happily wandering around, played with them for a while, and then got on the carriage to go ho.
However, as soon as they got ho, Emily couldn’t help but start taking off her coat.
"Stop! Freeze!"
Lette quickly shouted to stop and imdiately grabbed Emily’s wrist.
"Good grief, your hands are fast! In half a sentence, you’ve undone three buttons!"
"What? I’m ho now! Why can’t I?"
"This is my ho! Wake up! You’re a guest! Co on!"
Lette wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Besides, you always dress so scantily at ho! What if others see you! What about my reputation? What about my dignity?"
"Lord Wright, why worry about sothing that doesn’t exist?"
"...In any case, haven’t you already lasted 100 seconds? So now, let’s move on to the next phase.
Just right, since you want to feel the elents with your body, this technique is just perfect for you! And it doesn’t stop you from wearing clothes.
Watch closely!"
After releasing Emily’s wrist, Lette began summoning Light Elents. In just a breath, his entire body glowed faintly.
"What is this! You’ve filled your whole body with Light Elents!"
Lette nodded slightly: "Indeed! As I see it, there are levels to an Elental Mage’s control over magic.
The first level is called [Super Sensory], which is the state you’ve reached.
You can clearly perceive magic elents, greatly enhancing your control over elental magic.
But because your perception becos increasingly acute, you crave even more to rge with the magic elents.
This also ans you are advancing towards the second stage, which is the state I’m demonstrating now.
The second level is called [Overload]. It could also be called fullness or extremity.
Your training task is to figure out how to reach the overload state and maintain it for a hundred seconds."
Emily’s face turned mournful: "Ah? Another hundred seconds! Do you have so obsession with this ti?"
Lette’s face darkened: "Young lady, mind your words! Or I’ll show you what ’never defeated in a hundred battles’ ans!"
Lilith pouted: "Bullying a young lady, is that sothing? Wait till I break the seal, I’ll show you what it ans to be utterly defeated!"
"Looks like you want to know what it ans to take advantage when you’re sick!"
"Then I’ll let you understand what ’the thin death of a cal is still bigger than a horse’ ans!"
"Even a skinny cal is two humps! Valley!"
"I’ll bite you to death!"
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