Count Carlo: How about you teach me?

Count Carlo had been observing this kid Ansu for several days, feeling both satisfied and dissatisfied.

His mood was complicated.

The satisfaction came from the fact that this kid Ansu had finally started staying out all night, returning home only after midnight with the maids. With such a demeanor, he figured his days of waiting for grandchildren were not far off.

Count Carlo had even specifically asked Enya about the situation, inquiring what his son did every night. The answer he received was:

"Young Master Ansu told me not to say anything bad."

Count Carlo understood perfectly, realizing what was happening. A gratified smile spread across his face.

The dissatisfaction stemmed from the fact that after returning home and taking a shower, his son would immediately go to study. After all this commotion every night, his efficiency and speed in doing problems had actually increased.

Was this kid's energy limitless?

Even after a night of revelry, his complexion seemed to improve, becoming more radiant, and his physique grew stronger. Logically, shouldn't one generally become more energetic and have a better complexion the more they engage in such activities?

Why was it the opposite with his own son? Was he simply born with extraordinary talent?

He truly couldn't figure it out.

If it weren't for concerns about maintaining his dignity, he would have even wanted to ask his son for some pointers.

Having passed middle age, many things were beginning to feel beyond his capabilities.

Thinking this, Count Carlo put down the newspaper in his hands and glanced at his son, who was dining at the table, out of the corner of his eye.

Ansu was enjoying some caviar. He gently scooped a spoonful with his spoon and spread it evenly on freshly baked cranberry bread.

Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting a diagonal glow on Ansu. His pure white shirt revealed his smooth skin and the subtle contours of his physique.

Despite having been out all night, Ansu appeared remarkably energetic.

Over the past few days, he had gradually adapted to the painful blessings of the Mother Goddess of Life.

Although it hurt, it was refreshing, making him feel both pain and pleasure. When the pain struck, it truly invigorated him.

However, he hadn't seen the same illusory blood sea phenomenon as last time during these recent sacrifices.

This was rather strange.

In just one week, Ansu had already taken down three Esoteric Cultist hideouts.

He had sacrificed a total of forty First-tier Esoteric Cultists and two Second-tier Priests. Combined with the experience bonus from the The Newborn title, he had gained a total of twenty Life Points.

In terms of performance, he was a genuine pioneer in eradicating evil.

He spent ten points to redeem the Gift of the Mother Goddess of Life that he had long desired. Using Name Change Magic, he removed the three characters "Mother Goddess," and the remaining ten Life Points were all used to strengthen his body.

His overall vitality and spirit had improved.

His back no longer ached, his legs didn't hurt, and he no longer gasped for breath when walking.

He was truly radiant.

Ansu felt that if he continued to spend Life Points so extravagantly, he would eventually develop Warrior Talent.

He also discovered another advantage: besides the improvement in his physical fitness, his memory and reaction time had also increased.

This was particularly noticeable when reading and studying. Knowledge that would have taken him a week to master could now be memorized in a single day.

For the Holy See's written test next week, Ansu's initial expectation was just to pass. Now, he felt he could aim for an excellent score.

Studying during the day, sacrificing at night, he was becoming a scholastic prodigy of the new era.

The Dark Element Magic Gift of the Gods combined with the previously acquired Holy Light Magic All Things Grow allowed him to summon a Void creature from the enemy's stomach, which would survive on the field for one minute. This was considered the first trump card of Ansu's style.

However, this combination couldn't be used carelessly. Firstly, its destructive power was significant when unleashed, and secondly, it consumed too much mana. Therefore, he still needed to prepare some ordinary Magic Books for everyday use.

And from the Holy See, he had also received considerable rewards.

Forty First-tier and two Second-tier cultists were equivalent to half a month's work for a small team of Saints.

This amounted to a total of fifteen Faith Points. Adding the five points saved from the previous few days, he had a total of twenty points, which could increase his mana by two points.

That would bring his total mana to six points.

Two uses of All Things Grow consumed four mana, and Gift of the Gods consumed two mana, totaling exactly six points.

This was just enough to meet the activation threshold.

But for Ansu, six mana points were far from enough to unleash the full potential of the Light-Dark Priest School of Thought.

Becoming a Tier 2 Mage would be much safer.

The minimum requirement for that was ten Magic Points.

And from the Mother Goddess, he still had several important Magic Books to obtain.

With these preparations, he could ensure he passed all the Holy See's tests in a week without any mishaps.

Therefore, up to this point, the number of Esoteric Cultists sacrificed was insufficient, and their quality was not high enough.

He had to increase his efforts.

Leveling up faster and better.

It was too slow and inefficient to wait for Esoteric Cultists to actively kidnap him.

It also lacked the most important subjective initiative of Chinese players.

Meanwhile, perhaps the nearby Esoteric Cultists caught wind of something, or perhaps they sensed that the accomplices who kidnapped Ansu had all inexplicably died. Hearing these terrifying rumors, they gradually began to observe.

The Esoteric Cultists weren't fools; they had already vaguely realized that Ansu was fishing.

In the past three days, only one fool had come to kidnap him, Ansu.

Since those Esoteric Cultists weren't taking the bait, and the fish weren't coming to him, he would go find the fish himself.

The Blood Moon was also approaching, and it was time to enter the second stage of the plan.

The Day of the Blood Moon was also the Mother Goddess's birthday, and the sacrifice effect would be increased by thirty percent for three days.

Therefore, many Esoteric Cultists concentrated their sacrifices during these few days of the Blood Moon. Ansu had not actively attacked during this period because he was waiting for the Day of the Blood Moon to arrive.

Ansu wanted to sacrifice Esoteric Cultists more efficiently, more industrially, more systematically, and on a more assembly-line basis.

Compared to the traditional Holy See's Witch Hunts, Ansu had the information advantage of a new industrial model, allowing him to leverage the advanced thinking of a transmigrator from a new era, a spirit of initiative that the Holy See lacked.

In simple terms, he clearly remembered the Esoteric Cultist dens around the Border City. Give him a map, and he could mark all the dens.

After all, he was a top player from the seventeenth cycle in his previous life. He had to be intimately familiar with the respawn locations of monsters in the novice village.

Memorizing monster respawn locations was basic training for speedrun players.

And this was Ansu's greatest advantage.

For ordinary Holy See Witch Hunts, identifying the Esoteric Cultists' strongholds often required more manpower, resources, and time than the actual hunt, as the Esoteric Cultists were incredibly good at hiding.

With his mind made up, Ansu began to conceive his next plan.

He finished the bread in a flash, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, stood up, took his coat from Enya, and said to his father, "I'm leaving."

He was in a hurry to go out.

Count Carlo stared at Ansu with a complex expression, then glanced at Enya. His thoughts were unsettled. He opened and closed his mouth, as if he had hesitated for a long time, before slowly saying, "Take care of yourself. Young people should have restraint."

Ansu couldn't understand what his father was talking about.

He found it very baffling.

Restraint?

Restraint from what?

What was the point of restraining himself from leveling up?

He subconsciously glanced at Enya, suspecting that this Maid had instilled some nonsensical ideas into his father.

But he saw the Maid turn her face away, her gaze fixed on the Wutong tree outside the window. She pursed her lips slightly, as if deliberately pretending not to notice Ansu's gaze.

Warm, clear sunlight streamed through the thin pleated skirt, and her hair, as fine and smooth as lead, scattered in the air, intertwining with the light.

Her delicate profile was reflected in the window, looking as if it had been carefully painted by the light.

"I'm going," Ansu gave up thinking and said to her, "It's time to go to the Holy See for prayers."