Chapter 546: Chapter 10: Bishop of Tyr
Cults are a very common problem in this world.
The future holds no hope, and the life lacked comfort for workers, who were the hotbed for the birth of cults. All sorts of miscellaneous cults and underground societies were very commonplace among the worker population.
This was the reason Bernard’s eldest son sought out Ben for treatnt.
These workers who nobody cared about could only afford to hire Ben.
But a few Protective Knights felt that Elvin’s decision to pin the bla on the cults and to muddle through the situation was unreliable.
Bishop of Tyr was not a fool. He had sent them to investigate, and if they ended up concluding that a cult had murdered Bishop Osiris,
such deception was unlikely to pass muster.
Looking at their dubious gazes, Elvin slowly spoke up, “If we don’t pin it on the cults, then we might as well wait for our doom.
The Royal Court Faction has been very aggressive lately. Even the Grand Master seems to be leaning subtly towards the Royal Court Faction. If we could really find any clues in this matter, it would be fine. But now, it’s impossible for us to find any clues.
More than a month has passed; any clues there were would have expired by now. I’m even beginning to suspect that Bishop of Tyr might send soone to kill us, then disguise the act as that of the Royal Court Faction, thereby waging war against the Royal Court Faction and, in the process, winning over the Grand Master.”
“But cults really aren’t feasible,” said a Knight helplessly. “How could those disorganized mobs quietly kidnap a chanical body bishop? Bishop Osiris was not so weak and useless being; his chanical body was definitely of the Church’s top standard.”
“Ordinary cults won’t do, but the Abyss Sect can.”
Elvin took a pocket from underneath his cloak, and as it swayed, one could faintly hear the sound of Crystal Stones clashing.
“Abyss Blood Crystals, these are spoils of war I kept from when I wiped out an Abyss Sect stronghold.”
Upon hearing the na Abyss Blood Crystals, several Protective Knights were startled, with so even unconsciously adopting a defensive stance.
“Captain, you’re insane! You dare to keep this stuff!” a Knight said in horror. “Once tainted by this, not even the Grand Master can save you.”
“I know,” Elvin replied calmly. “That’s why I added so protections.”
With that, Elvin took out three crystal tubes. Inside the tubes, crimson crystals sparkled with a sinister glimr under the gaslight.
“Abyss Blood Crystals also require a dium to tempt creatures to consu them. As long as they are sealed, Abyss Blood Crystals can still be made into ornants.”
“So what you’re suggesting, Captain is…?” asked a Knight, who Elvin had sent to investigate the cults, hesitantly.
Elvin’s voice was as calm as ever, like that of a real machine, as he explained his plan.
“It is to give these to them. A lurking Abyss Sect should be enough to handle Bishop of Tyr.”
“…This will lead to the death of many people, Captain,” said a Knight reluctantly.
Elvin looked at him, his tone without the slightest fluctuation.
“Then co up with a solution that offends no one. If you can, I’ll certainly follow your command.”
The Knight fell silent. The situation at hand was a dead end. If they enforced the law impartially, they would definitely offend Bishop of Tyr, and might even provoke him to act, turning them into the rally cry against the Royal Court Party.
But if they obeyed Bishop of Tyr, the Royal Court Faction would inevitably beco their enemy.
And if the Royal Court Faction ultimately won the struggle, they would still end up with a bitter fruit.
Compared to these biased decisions, pinning it on a cult was undoubtedly the best solution. The plan would not offend the Royal Court Faction and would also allow Bishop of Tyr to let them off.
The price was rely the lives of so slave laborers.
In comparison to the futures of these Protective Knights, the lives of these slave laborers were exceedingly cheap.
“If there are no objections, then go ahead and do it.”
“Yes, Captain.”
…
When Ben was playing the role of Saint in the East District, Osiris also was not idle.
Using so channels exclusively available to the Bishop of Tyr, Osiris, after a series of disguises, arrived at an estate outside of the Royal Court.
On the surface, this estate belonged to a well-known rchant within the Kingdom, but in reality, it was under Bishop of Tyr’s control.
When faced with trouble or certain research issues, Bishop of Tyr would travel by private carriage to this estate to spend a period indulging in pleasures.
Although the Master of All Machines Church and the Lord of Flesh Church were mortal enemies, typically, attitudes at the higher echelons of both were quite ambiguous.
Bishop of Tyr had a body shell made by the Lord of Flesh Church, and when indulging in pleasure, he would shed his steely shell and return to his original flesh body, savoring the primal pleasures of bodily instincts.
Not long after Osiris arrived at the estate, Bishop of Tyr ca to the manor.
A luxurious steam carriage passed through the gates of the estate, stopping in front of the foyer. With a click, the carriage door opened, and a servant, right on cue, approached and lay on the ground. Soon, Bishop of Tyr, no more than 1.2 ters tall, stepped on the servant’s back and descended from the carriage.
“Take to see him.”
“Yes, my lord.”
Passing through the foyer, Bishop of Tyr arrived at a corner. After shifting a decorative painting in the corner, a chanical sound followed through the wall into Bishop of Tyr’s ears.
The ground caved in and the Bishop of Tyr arrived at a subterranean passage. Following it to the end, he ca to a room forged from alloy.
In the room, his prized student Ansen was leisurely swirling a glass of red wine.
Upon seeing his teacher arrive, Ansen stood up from his chair and respectfully perford a salutation.
“Teacher.”
The Bishop of Tyr sat down across from him, his voice calm as he asked, “Your disappearance was quite untily. What happened that you left without a trace for a month?”
Ansen sat back down and responded in an equally indifferent tone, “It was an irresistible force. Rather than the reasons for my disappearance, I think you should first take a look at this.”
Saying that, Ansen detached his left arm and handed it to Tyr.
Tyr frowned slightly, sowhat unclear about what his student was trying to convey. Because of his absence, he had misjudged the situation, causing the tensions between the Church Faction and the Royal Court Faction to escalate, almost to the point where no moderates could survive.
In Tyr’s view, this was not a good thing.
But upon receiving Ansen’s prosthetic arm, Tyr’s expression suddenly changed.
He incredulously weighed the arm in his hand and then, with astonishing speed, disassembled the prosthetic into several major components. Looking at the simple yet intricate chanical structure inside the arm, Tyr was montarily lost in bewildernt.
“What is this?” Tyr asked, pointing at the prosthetic in shock, “There’s no Crystal Stone core, and the chanical structure is so simple. How did you accomplish this?”
The mont he received the arm, Tyr noticed the change in the prosthetic’s weight.
The prosthetic was too light. Even if all its internal parts were made from the lightest alloys, it would almost be impossible to weigh this little. Moreover, he keenly observed that his student was not carrying an energy backpack.
Without the support of an energy backpack, how could these prosthetics operate so precisely?
He had just seen his student casually swirling his wine glass.
But the answer his student gave was quite strange.
“Teacher, do you rember the theory of the Ovis Sect?”
The theory of the Ovis Sect? Bishop Tyr searched his scattered mories for a long ti and finally recalled the theory related to the Ovis Sect.
“The world is not the only one… You an this thing…”
“Yes. It cos from the Otherworld.” Ansen answered bluntly, “During the days I was missing, I was taken away by a being from the Otherworld. There, I encountered a technique called Alchemy, which is ingeniously refined. It can change the properties of tal and accomplish with a few Runes what we need complex structures to do.”
Tyr did not reply imdiately after listening. He disassembled the prosthetic further until it was broken down into individual parts.
He examined the parts over and over in his hands, and finally, he spoke, “What does he want?”
“I don’t know, but as of now, he only seems to want to establish a Church, a Church that is open to everyone.”
Tyr was startled upon hearing Richard’s intent.
Establish a Church? And one that’s open to everyone? Why did that kind of Church seem so familiar to him?
“That idea is quite dangerous,” Tyr replied, “But the Abyss Sect has the sa idea.”
Ansen heard what his teacher was implying and responded, “He is not from the Abyss Sect. His sect… It’s hard to describe. The Abyss Sect is so hard to detect because its mbers never resist. Under the power of the Abyss, they beco energetic and comply with their roles, thereby evading the Church’s scrutiny.
But his church is different. He seems to plan to change the status quo and improve the lives of those enslaved workers.”
“A reforr?” Tyr summarized in his mind.
“But you also know the influence of the Abyss Sect on the Church. The Church has always been in favor of erring on the side of executing rather than sparing when it cos to cults.”
Ansen shook his head slightly, “Teacher, I think you misunderstood sothing. My visit is not to establish cooperation with you; I’m here to recruit you into the faith.”
Tyr was taken aback by Ansen’s words. Invite him to join a cult? Invite him, the Red Cardinal who is second only to one and above thousands in the Master of All Machines Church, to join a cult?
Had he gone mad, or had the world?
But looking at the prosthetic dismantled into pieces, Tyr felt a flicker of temptation. A new path lay before him; was he to give up?
Impossible, he couldn’t give up on the technological revolution. But for him, a Red Cardinal, to beco a follower of a cult, that was just foolish.
A bold idea suddenly struck Tyr’s mind.
With his influence, perhaps he could capture this being from the Otherworld. If he could capture that being, the technological revolution would be his, and the cult would be eradicated—a win-win.
“I would like to et him,” Tyr said out loud.
“No problem,” Richard’s voice ca from behind Tyr.
Tyr’s face changed as a burst of noise ca from the prosthetics on his body. Before he could react, the prosthetics suddenly locked up and beca immobile.
As a bishop of the Master of All Machines Church, his prosthetics were made from top-tier technology and the finest materials. In terms of combat ability, even the grandmaster of the Protective Knights couldn’t touch him.
But now, he lost all his combat ability in an instant.
Richard removed his hand from Tyr’s body, and without any protection against Alchemy, Tyr, who was substantially modified into a third-level creature, could even be singled out by a Second Ring Wizard.
Ansen moved from his chair and vacated the seat directly opposite Tyr. Richard sat in front of Tyr, smiling as he said,
“Hello, Bishop of Tyr. I am the Sage of the Miracle Sect. Now, I think you should abandon the idea of capturing .”
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