"If you don’t want to talk, then let do the talking. Let’s see if I get it right."
"Where should I begin... oh, let’s start from the mont you died."
He Changfeng was a Holy Knight, but not one walking the path of redemption, and he wasn’t even a top-tier Holy Knight. He definitely didn’t have the ability to resurrect you.
If you ask , he managed to repair your body, but at the mont he still couldn’t bring you back to life.
His mindset must have shifted a little, just a subtle change—couldn’t even resurrect the person he loved most. This damned Holy Light, who needs it anymore.
Let think... oh, I rember now.
In the ancient tales of Europa, there was once a top-tier fighting Holy Knight who could place the word ’Saint’ before his family na.
He fought for the Holy Light, but in the end, could only watch as his loved ones died one by one, in grueso ways.
He broke down, was tempted by a devil, and fell from grace, becoming a Fallen Paladin.
And with that, he gained powers he never possessed before—and resurrected his family.
But sadly, the records never ntioned that his loved ones, after being revived, had turned into witches.
In the Church’s materials, actually, the word ’witch’ never appears, because to them, there’s no difference between witches and evil sorceresses. Hell, even those witches themselves can barely tell the difference.
He Changfeng lost his mind; in order to bring you back, of course he didn’t care if he fell.
He didn’t mind paying with his own life to forcibly resurrect you, either.
And you, after becoming a witch, must have learned a thing or two as well.
Just like he would never give up on you, you wouldn’t give up on him either.
You held a funeral for him, gave him a proper burial, went through all the formalities.
Then you brought his ashes back and made them into a diamond—using the power that naturally cos with the diamond’s formation to gather his soul fragnts.
Then, starting from those soul fragnts, you began painstakingly repairing and piecing his soul back together.
And this process, the manpower and resources required were probably enormous.
Back when it was still Changfeng Company, just not folding was already a miracle. For it to survive, develop, and still end up under your control—that’s no ordinary feat.
Capital is always real. You lost quite a lot at first, but eventually, soone still invested in you.
I’ve thought about this a long ti: what kind of story did you tell to lure people, in that kind of situation, to keep throwing money at you, letting you keep burning it?
Until this ti—you got caught, and suddenly people from all over started speaking up for you through all kinds of channels.
And by chance, I happened to see an incident that happened two years ago in Europa.
Then it all made sense—only one kind of story could convince those people not to care about burning money, not to care about profit.
Holy Knights. Resurrection.
Those bastards with pockets too deep for their own good—how many do you think could resist that kind of temptation?
And with a supposed successful case right in front of them? Even harder to resist."
At this, Wen Yan’s expression suddenly turned odd; he pulled out his phone and looked again at the info he’d seen before.
In that ’fake Holy Knight’ incident two years ago, the faction that provided a huge amount of resources was controlled by the is Family—and the business owned by the is Family also invested in Divine Land.
After digging around so more, turns out, this company invested in Nanwu County over a year ago, started a joint factory venture there.
And their partner was a subsidiary of Changfeng Group.
"The is Family must have heard this story—they must have believed it, yeah?
Let see... oh, looks like Changfeng Group has had business there for six years now.
So it had to be: between six and two years ago, they’d heard the story. But the person in charge at the is Family clearly had so other agenda.
So, two years ago, they got badly conned by a fake Holy Knight.
About a year ago, they ca to look for you again, right?"
Liu Qiying’s expression didn’t change. She just hadn’t expected Wen Yan to know so much.
Wen Yan looked at Liu Qiying, struggling to keep a straight face. Was it really like this?
Liu Qiying told a story about Holy Knights in Divine Land, spun it back to Europa, scamd a big capitalist over there, stirred things up for quite a while, and it beca a long-running joke.
Plus, because of this, she managed to pierce right through He Changfeng’s supposedly cautious lies when his consciousness had just revived.
Wen Yan figured, if Liu Qiying knew all this, her mindset would probably change a little, just a bit.
"Enough, since all of that’s right, let’s get down to business."
"You do realize, every ti you summon a devil, you’re actually marking out a coordinate, right?"
"I don’t know how many tis you’ve summoned them, but it’s clear—the number has already been enough."
"After your last summon, that coordinate was fully ford."
"A real nasty big guy is already using that coordinate to begin descending."
"And now, because of this, the Scorching Sun Departnt has to organize a mass evacuation of over a million people within three days."
"So whatever ends up happening next, I’m afraid there’s no way you’ll be getting out again."
"This ti, no one speaking up for you is going to matter."
"I’m sure you’ve heard—the Scorching Sun Departnt has an absolute priority protocol."
"You had your chance, and you blew it. If you won’t talk, that’s your call. I’m leaving."
Wen Yan gripped his water bottle, pulled out his chair, and headed for the door.
At this point, Liu Qiying, who had been silent, suddenly stared at Wen Yan and asked:
"My husband wasn’t stolen away, was he?"
Wen Yan glanced back at her, curled his lip.
"You let your husband’s soul fragnts soak up all that resentnt, even snatched a Water Ghost’s bones. Do you know that the more resentnt his soul soaks up, the more of it you restore... the farther he actually gets from truly coming back?"
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