When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1168: 477: What If the Fire Isn't Hot Enough?

Chapter 1168: Chapter 477: What If the Fire Isn’t Hot Enough?

After reducing the number of entourage, Aiwass’s mobility speed noticeably increased.

Although Cardinal Galatea is very heavy, completely different from her slender appearance… But for the Pegasus transford by Helquinn, even if she were twice as heavy, it could easily carry her.

“It’s really tough on you, Galatea.”

Aiwass sighed, “I know you want to retire… or rather, take a sufficiently long vacation. But given the current situation, I still need you for a while.

“I’m afraid at least until the Fallen Celestial Marshal is defeated and annihilated, I can let you go ho.”

He brought Cardinal Galatea over alone, partly because he wanted to say sothing to her privately.

Otherwise, in fact, Aiwass and Helquinn alone would have been enough.

“I don’t mind, Your Holiness.”

Galatea spoke softly, emitting a clear voice as cool as a spring, “I’ve waited for thousands of years, a few more months won’t make a difference. Besides, I couldn’t just leave this place behind… No matter how tired I am, I couldn’t leave others to suffer and just selfishly walk away.”

She sat behind Aiwass, her hands wrapped around Aiwass’s waist.

“Ugh…”

But at this mont, Aiwass suddenly felt a trendous force assaulting from his waist—Galatea slightly tightened her arms, and Aiwass felt like he was being squeezed flat by a hydraulic press.

“I have sothing to say first, Your Holiness — there’s sothing I need to clarify right now.”

Galatea asked seriously, “How many people are you planning to take?”

Aiwass raised an eyebrow and said casually, “Take as many as possible, at least take the Spirit Summoning Tower — this was agreed upon in advance. They were supposed to co to Avalon, but they were stopped.”

“Besides the Spirit Summoning Tower?”

Galatea pressed on, “What about other civilians?”

“I plan to make a call, and this had been laid out when I was the Pope.”

Aiwass imdiately said, clearly having already thought of a plan, “Narcissus Duchy is short of people, and the Holy Nation can accommodate quite a few. If I make a call on behalf of the Holy Nation, both Black Hawk and Iris Flower should be willing to take in so refugees… Regarding this, I’ve already contacted the necessary people.

“Plus, Avalon can also accommodate a batch of refugees… If that’s still not enough, I’m in contact with the Troll Tribes from the Southern Continent. Avalon’s planning to expand into the Southern Continent soon, needing manpower. We can offer high salaries to recruit so Stibium Transcendents to the Southern Continent for infrastructure construction — this is sothing Avalon cannot put forth easily.”

“…It seems you were well-prepared.”

“Of course,” Aiwass’s voice was clear and vibrant, “because even without the Fallen Celestial Marshal, Stibium was already in an economic crisis. Then there’s the undead plague instigated by the undead Valentine VII… Now the Stibium Army is split, the Queen Consort is ruling, even the law enforcent can’t pay salaries, the Kingdom of Xingti is rely a shadow of its forr self.

“There’s another detail here—many Stibnites hold grievances against Goblins, and Goblins have grievances with Trolls. Recently, the largest Troll Tribe approached , and I pushed them toward Avalon… aning Goblins are now essentially on the opposing side with .

“Even though Avalon’s railway also received sponsorship from the Goblin Comrce Association, the money has already been received. The initial goal of the Goblin Comrce Association was long achieved… which was to completely collapse Stibium’s economy.

“The investnt they gave to Avalon was money to buy off the ‘Departnt of Care of Magical Creatures Minister.’ Now that I’m the Pope, that price is far from enough—it’s a price they can’t and won’t be able to offer.

“I took their money, so I must do sothing. But once I’ve done it, I need to wrap things up—sending those who harbor hatred toward Goblins to the Goblin holand, giving them the support of the Holy Nation—which was originally Avalon—to give them the chance for revenge and national restoration… This was my initial arrangent for them.

“…aning, I’m partly responsible for the current situation Stibium faces. So, the retreat plan I’ve prepared for the Stibnite people is partially to wrap up my own plan… but now with the advent of the Fallen Celestial Marshal, this evacuation plan is being used elsewhere.”

Aiwass slightly turned his head, looking at the silent Galatea, humbly inquired, “What do you think, Cardinal Galatea? Do I seem a bit too evil?”

“— Quite the opposite, Your Holiness.”

Galatea’s voice was icy, “I think you are too rciful.”

“…Don’t be so sarcastic,” Aiwass was a bit helpless, “I know this isn’t very good…”

“No, I ant it literally—you’re too rciful. This is not a good thing.”

Galatea solemnly said, “If you were wearing The Holy Crown right now, I wouldn’t object to any of your decisions. Even if the entire elf race burns out, they will eventually light the path you point to. However, you’re not formally the Pope now, so I dare to explain…

“Just like the rule you just ntioned—the Demons don’t care about their retreat because you’re taking away difficult people who they would need to risk their lives to defeat. Their manifestation rules are different this ti, dying here ans truly dying. So they choose to stand by.

“— But if you attempt to take civilians, do you think the Demons will really stand by? Probably not. That would only provoke more intense conflicts.