When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 868: 243: AFK Leveling Plan

Chapter 868: Chapter 243: AFK Leveling Plan

Reporters were politely asked to leave the ceremony site after the results ca out.

They dared not be talkative or troubleso at such a ti.

Everyone knew that it was definitely ti to play a ga of hide and seek with the assassin. Although journalists were also curious about the final outco, in the end, no one dared to continue staying and hinder the process.

Mainly, they didn’t dare attract the suspicion and hostility of the Holy Nation—they were invited here not because of their status, but because the Holy Nation was willing to extend them that courtesy. Similarly, if they annoyed soone, that courtesy could very well be revoked.

They were just reporters, not newspaper owners.

If they angered the Holy Nation and all journalists from their newspapers were banned from entering the Holy Nation… no one could afford that responsibility. They could even encounter troubles locally—the local officials, trying to please the Holy Nation, would definitely be capable of such things.

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Hence, the idea of “exclusive news” just circulated in their minds and no one dared to be curious about who the finally caught Assassin Master would be.

…Of course, a bigger reason was that the news of “who assassinated the Saintess” couldn’t beat the news of “a seventeen-year-old human Pope.”

Many tis, the “exclusivity” and “authenticity” of news are not very important. When everyone is passionately discussing sothing, even if you co out with a truly valuable exclusive, it’s likely that no one would pay attention.

In the end, only Aiwass and two others were left by Saintess Glei to have lunch here.

The lunch was very rich… because it was not human food.

Saintess Glei, a clergy second only to the forr Eternal Pope, demonstrated her unique mastery of Advanced Divine Art to Aiwass as a celebration of his assumption as Pope.

—She prayed to the Banquet Master, and magically summoned a table full of “Hero’s Feast.”

The Banquet Master himself enjoyed hosting parties for friends, having sumptuous feasts nearly every day. If a stranger ca into his territory and expressed admiration and friendliness, and brought any kind of thoughtful gift, they could be invited to the banquet and eat until full.

Afterwards, if they wanted to co again, they could co anyti with a gift; once they got familiar, they even didn’t need to bring any gifts and could even order dishes.

Compared to the nearly endless food and drinks in the Dream Realm, what Saintess Glei requested was just so dishes from that day’s banquet.

A total of eleven dishes, not many in number. But each one was sothing Aiwass didn’t recognize at all—because these were all delicacies made from the creatures of the Dream Realm, Phantom Demons, ingredients not of the Material Realm.

For instance, one dish contained silver fish, shimring like moonlight. They swam freely in the chilly sweet fish soup and had a firm yet soft texture akin to belly at or jelly when eaten.

Another dish was thick-sliced grilled dragon tail covered in a thick layer of black sticky sauce—its spicy aroma mixed with the steam of the Weapon, rushing into the nostrils from half a ter away.

And the most dangerous was a dish that looked quite normal—it was deep red octopus tentacles skewered on iron sticks. But when Aiwass took a bite, it suddenly ca alive in his mouth and ruthlessly punched his palate!

It was only because Aiwass was stubborn enough to chew it up and swallow it that it eventually obediently transford into energy.

These were still the dishes that Aiwass could recognize.

There were other dishes with very strange appearances but tasted quite good—such as a huge hamr-like “crab claw”, a chunky soft at skin with spikes like sea cucumbers, and noodle-like but chewy pink flesh…

When Aiwass tasted a bite and found it truly delicious, he decided not to ask the beaming Pure White Saintess “what they were.”

—Anyway, they were delicious, no need to add unnecessary ntal pressure.

This table full of extravagant dishes took more than two hours for Aiwass and his group to finish eating.

Including Yanis, there were a total of five people. Midway, a few Cardinal Archbishops joined in, and they barely managed to finish all the dishes without any waste.

At that ti, the Cardinal Archbishops also finally started tasting “Sacred Tree No. 1.”

Everyone amiably clinked glasses, then all smiled and clinked glasses with Aiwass, each properly calling him “Your Holiness.”

“Apparently, this is a play directed at , right?”

Aiwass couldn’t help but comnt, “Won’t you tell in advance?”

“Because this feels more genuine.”

Cardinal Galatea beside him answered, “This is the script I wrote—everyone said that since I had contracted Gemini Mirror, I should handle this. Since I didn’t know much about you before, Vicar Pope Aiwass. I could only choose the safest approach… Please forgive .”

Her voice was as cold as nearly freezing, reminiscent of a frozen, cracking lake surface or crystal wind chis.

She was the girl with snow-like deanor and pure white long hair, previously anointed by the Gemini Mirror—also the one kissed stealthily by Eternal Self.

She was the only one sitting at the table who hadn’t eaten anything.