The revered lover of the Goddess of Joy, the Grandmother of the Joyful Sect, and the Shepherd Leader of the entire Church, was sacrificed in a blood ritual, a cruel murder accompanied by imnse suffering.
It’s clear how lacking the combat strength of the Joyful Sect is.
A good companion, obedient, and sensible.
Not a word was spoken throughout the night.
Before dawn the next day, Vera tidied up quietly and left on her own.
She had once been married, her husband fell to a Warcraft, and with the turmoil in Sambia, she ca to Serger to seek refuge with the Mother of Great Bliss, and with her captivating looks, she was arranged by the Mother of Great Bliss to serve.
As for her secret affiliation, whether with the Joyful Sect or the Joyous Sect, it was of no importance to Duncan.
His only comnt was, ’Not bad’.
After last night’s turmoil, Serger seed to regain so peace, and as Duncan stepped out, he happened to encounter the returning ’Master of Frenzy’, a regional Bishop title, followed by revelers and street artists, with a man dressed as a clown trailing behind him, nodding slightly to Duncan to show respect.
—Crimson Perforr (three-star silvery-grey).
The only credible assassination group within the Joyful Sect, though essentially their vocation was as minstrels with a side gig as Priests.
Yet it’s a well-known fact.
Minstrels are all a mismatch, so one shouldn’t have high expectations for the fighting prowess of the Crimson Perforr.
It seed as if, overnight, the entire Joyful Sect knew that Duncan was favored by the Mother of Great Bliss, and on the road, the Church mbers, whether hedonists, ssengers of joy, or Joyful Priests, all proactively greeted Duncan.
Judging by the posture, the next ti they hold a revel, an invitation must surely be delivered to Duncan.
The residence of the Human Form was in the port area.
Duncan crossed the bustling main street and ascended to the upper district of Serger, from where the entire Bay of Serger lay in view, with hundreds to thousands of rchant ships passing by continuously, while ordinary fishing boats couldn’t dock at the central port, having to land at a small port on the marketplace side instead.
This is the most important port city of Starfall Sea.
The concentrated trade hub of the Eastern Continent, the prosperous mariti trade upholding the foundation of the Wealth Church, allowing the faith in Lady of Wealth to extend to surrounding areas.
But now all that is history because the Lady of Wealth has disappeared.
Duncan headed toward one of the small two-story villas, the ho of the Human Form, yet before reaching the door, a limping middle-aged man stepped forward greeting: "Master."
"You have returned."
"The guards were capturing assassins everywhere last night, I was very worried about you."
Reif, a retired disabled old soldier, a two-star silvery-grey mark, and the butler and servant of Duncan-Starfall, was a slave sold from the South, purchased by Duncan, and has been with him for seven or eight years now.
Duncan nodded without expression: "I’m fine."
"Was there any visitor yesterday?"
Upon hearing Duncan’s words, Reif cautiously said: "A lady wished to see you, she is waiting on the second floor."
The Human Form doesn’t bother with words; Duncan simply maintains a poker face to deal with any acquaintances.
Duncan opened the door and entered, first stepping into the weapon room where he donned a full suit of armor, drew two greatswords similar to the Dawn Divine Sword in style, and after equipping a full set of gear, he tread heavily to the second-floor study.
The Human Form excels at dual weapon combat, rarely using a shield.
"You saved the Mother of Great Bliss yesterday?" A sharp female voice sounded.
As Duncan entered, he saw in front, seated at the desk, a woman with a deanor of superiority as if she owned the place, her stature was extrely tall, exceeding ordinary n by ten centiters, wearing a massive ruby necklace around her slender neck, with five Magic Rings adorning her ten fingers.
This woman radiated opulence and wealth.
—Della-Isgily (Legendary) (five-star whiteboard).
One of the Five Fierce Won.
A Bishop-level Priest under the Goddess of Wealth, she contends both overtly and covertly for power and profit with the other Fierce Won but remains united against outside forces, also the financial backer behind the Human Form.
"Yes."
But today, Duncan-Starfall’s deanor seed slightly altered, facing a gold-level Bishop, he felt no awe, even scrutinizing her from a higher stance, and calmly sat across from her.
It should be known that in the past, the Human Form always had to stand aside when facing the Five Fierce Won.
Della-Isgily seemingly noticed the change in Duncan’s attitude, and her tone softened considerably, speaking gently: "Are you hurt?"
If you’re tough, she’ll go soft.
The Fierce Won are indeed aptly nad; her active concern actually showed she was subdued slightly by Duncan’s presence.
Duncan calmly shook his head: "A legendary assassin ca."
"Got a minor injury, but it’s already healed."
Legendary?
Della-Isgily was taken aback, the news from last night was blocked, with the Lady of Wealth missing, the Church’s power had diminished significantly, even she was unaware of the specifics.
The magnates of the treasury are also a bunch of fence-sitters; whoever holds the Divine Position of Wealth, they beco that person’s underlings.
Yet, the Five Fierce Won remain the Five Fierce Won; Della-Isgily only asked out of concern, quickly returning to the main point: "You saved the Mother of Great Bliss yesterday."
"This is the best opportunity to infiltrate the Joyful Sect."
"You must find a way to beco her confidant, best if you could beco her lover!"
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