Chapter 175

For the other two countries, their plan is a goal that can only be achieved through their full efforts.

For Cathay, this plan is merely a backup plan that must be activated when things fall short.

—Imagine if they defeated the prospective ruler and healed the Fisher King, would the world still be able to continue?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the Grandmaster's back with a touch of tragic respect.

Outside the conference room, the Grandmaster, led by his attendants, boarded the car bound for the embassy.

As he opened the car door, his body twisted slightly for a moment, but no one noticed.

The Grandmaster got into the car, the black doors slowly closed, and it drove quietly but at high speed toward the embassy.

The crowd dispersed in an orderly fashion.

Under the sunlight, the Grandmaster stood still, briefly determined his direction, and then walked towards a coffee shop.

Under the parasol, a girl with radiant blonde hair raised her coffee cup and swirled it.

"Silent Bookstore, Secret Councilor, Metatron."

Hebe asked curiously, "You clearly got into the car just now, so why were you still there after the car drove away?"

She could see clearly that the Grandmaster had not used any illusions or "spells".

"It's very simple. If you want to learn, I can teach you." The Grandmaster draped his coat over the back of the chair. "Just take advantage of the light and the air not being in your sight to avoid it."

Chongyue flickered in front of Hebe, clearly showing two figures before merging back into one.

He gave Hebe a thumbs up. "How about that? Martial Arts, isn't it amazing?"

No, this thing doesn't even begin to fit the category of normal Martial Arts...

Hebe thought to herself.

The Grandmaster took his seat. "Is this our first meeting?"

"Yes." Hebe shrugged helplessly. "If possible, I would still like to communicate like before. But unfortunately, it's not something that can be put into writing, and having others convey it could be harmful."

"You must have discussed some plans to save the world inside, right?" Hebe suddenly asked.

The Grandmaster was secretly startled, but then understood.

The other party's intelligence and wisdom were unlike anything I had ever seen in all my years.

Not to mention how much of the documents she read aloud were actually written by her.

Didn't Blanckug's representative consult with her beforehand?

"Yes," the Grandmaster replied, "But these things need to be kept secret, and I cannot tell you."

"It doesn't matter, I'm too lazy to listen to those proposals anyway."

Hebe stirred her coffee with a teaspoon and replied somewhat lazily, "However, I do have a proposal here that I'd like you to hear about."

The Grandmaster was taken aback. "Then why didn't you let Blanckug's representative say it in the conference room just now?"

Hebe maintained her persona by pursing her lips. "It's not Blanckug's plan, it's 'my' plan."

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Why do I say that?

Is it a disagreement between the Secret Councilor and the library itself, or... is the plan opposed by most people within the library, leading to the need to cooperate with Cathay?

In the instant the Grandmaster lowered his eyes, many speculations flashed through his mind, but these were all well concealed by the rising steam from his coffee cup.

"Please speak," the Grandmaster said in a deep voice.

"The Fisher King himself is key to saving the world," Hebe said. "The Orthodox Church's scriptures say that the Fisher King is the skin of the world, and the rivers are the furrows on that skin."

"In other words, the river is closely related to the Fisher King himself."

The Grandmaster was so shocked by these words that he almost jumped up from his seat.

Why have they never realized this point?

According to this theory... as long as everyone focuses their efforts on river management, they can support the Fisher King in completing the self-purification process.

"Don't be too happy yet!" Hebe tapped the table with his hand. "The Fisher King's attributes are bound to nature, the world, and civilization. So you can't just find any river to achieve your goal; it has to be a river of the 'Mother River' level."

"That..."

"The Yellow River and the Yangtze River in Cathay are no good." Hebe shook his head. "You have stripped away the dragon veins of all the mountains and rivers, so now these two rivers are just pure water bodies."

"What about the Amazon River?" the Grandmaster asked, frowning.

"And the two rivers," Hebe added.

"This is the first part of my plan, and Blanckug is powerless in the process."

The Grandmaster suddenly realized. "So that's how it is... This is a plan that only the Cathay and the Federation have the capability to implement!"

Hebe nodded noncommittally.

"The second part is the plan."

"You'll notice that among the many rivers mentioned earlier, I didn't mention the Ganges. It is the river with the strongest self-purification capacity among the many existing mother rivers of civilizations."

Hebe dipped her finger in the coffee in her cup and traced the Ganges's path on the table.

Even so, a mocking smile unconsciously appeared on Hebe's face.

The Grandmaster also revealed a simple, ancient smile.

This is because both of them knew how the Bharata treated this mother river.

Hundreds of millions of Bharata people live and clung to the Ganges, like countless parasites growing on a snake.

They are born by being baptized in the Ganges, and as adults, they bathe, wash their feet, cook, and do laundry in the river. Even after death, their bodies are sunk in the river—those who are slightly more particular will first be cremated and their ashes thrown into the river.

In addition, coastal cities discharge wastewater into the waterways, and industrial waste and religious offerings wrapped in non-biodegradable plastics further exacerbate the pollution as the water flows through densely populated areas.

The annual cost of managing the Ganges is three percent of Bharata's gross domestic product.

Of course, these are just the publicly available figures. According to Cathay's estimates, the actual figure should be closer to seven percent.

The Bharata have thus turned a Taiga, which was once renowned for its self-purification ability, into the turbid, turbid river it is today.

Thinking of this, even the Grandmaster couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. Why? Because even though it had become incredibly turbid, the Ganges still flowed steadily, nourishing countless people on both sides of the subcontinent.

If it were the Yellow River from Cathay, these people would know to be afraid.

As for why we don't mention the Amazon River in South America?

Hey! Can you guess why there are no ancient civilizations along the main banks of the Amazon River?

"You mean we should pool the resources of several nations to manage the Ganges?" Chongyue's expression was somewhat grave.

It's not that it's impossible, but the Ganges is far too sensitive.

Bharata has always considered himself the overlord of the subcontinent. What will they think if you get involved in their affairs?

"Obviously not." Hebe casually wiped his fingers. "The Bharata proud and fragile, so we need to find another reason."

Her finger traced the Ganges's path upwards, landing on a somewhat unfamiliar spot.

"This is..."

Hebe's voice answered Chongyue's question.

"Mohenjo-daro".

"The existing Bharata civilization has seen many changes in race and class, and the earliest origin of Bharata civilization to date is located here."

The Grandmaster retorted, "But that's just a myth."

"Myth is abstract history," Hebe chuckled softly.

Chongyue stared intently at Hebe.

After a moment, he tentatively asked, "You also want to rewrite history?"

Considering the recent series of "history-changing" phenomena, Chongyue felt he had guessed Hebe's intentions.

After all, the other party is from Blanckug! The librarian at Silent Bookstore holds the power to revise history!

There is no doubt that Greece has proven to have raised concerns and anxieties within the Silent Bookstore.

The Grandmaster of Nature never considered the possibility that so many historical events were orchestrated by a single person.

Hebe smiled.

She wasn't surprised at all that Chongyue could guess this.

After all, before her arrival, only Cathay had preserved a complete record from the First History to the present day.

The existence of privates also proves that within Cathay, there is a certain degree of ability to modify history, witness history, and even Closed Loop of history.

However, the cost will certainly be enormous.

"Call..."

The Grandmaster sighed deeply.

"Bharata ...this is a tricky job! You should know that their history and mythology are intertwined, and with the shift in the highest faith, the former chief gods may fall into oblivion..."

"Every faction and school takes turns performing, it's a complete mess!" The Grandmaster stared at Hebe. "Once you decide to interfere with their history, you may never be able to extricate yourself before you've finished!"

"Not to mention, you want to save the Fisher King while interfering with history..."

As the Grandmaster spoke, he felt a lump in his throat.

He couldn't imagine how daunting that task must be. Had Blanckug gone mad?

Hebe's smile faded slightly.

"That's why I said it was 'my' plan, and had nothing to do with Blanckug."

The Grandmaster stared intently at Hebe.

After a long silence, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Since you are so determined, I have no choice but to help you... In any case, on the road to saving the Fisher King, Cathay will always be Blanckug's most trustworthy partner."

"The place you described is not within the present-day Bharata," the Grandmaster said. "This land was fragmented into independent countries due to the influence of the Orthodox Church."

Hebe nodded slightly.

Pakistan was also a member of the Xin Dynasty system of Cathay.

Without Cathay's support, the country would have been annexed long ago by Bharata's relentless oppression.

As for what will happen to those believers with different faiths then? Heh, within Bharata, there are legal massacres carried out in the name of the government and religion.

If we kill everyone, won't this land Bharata?

"There's no time to lose." Hebe picked up her bag. "Let's set off immediately. Our destination: Mohenjo-daro."

By the time they land in Pakistan, the scientific expedition team that set off from Cathay should have reached its destination.

As soon as Morgan left the conference room, he was stopped by Vina.

"A descendant of Victoria's bloodline, you also want to stop me?" The Fallen Empress merely cast a cold glance at her.

"Please note," Vina said, "The one who wishes to speak with you is not me, but His Majesty the Eternal King."

She silently took a step back, and her shadow instantly seemed to come alive, stretching out on the ground and walls, leaving long trails.

A gigantic, ethereal lion emerged from the shadows, its body and mane resembling gold or flickering flames.

Instead of eyeballs, there are two burning, blazing spots of light in the space where its head and eye sockets are located.

Those were Arthur's golden eyes, the Dragon Blood nature within her.

The golden specks of light danced, revealing a frequency that hinted at anger and anxiety.

Morgan's expression remained unchanged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

The golden specks of light continued to dance.

Morgan's expression changed drastically. "You stay right there and don't move an inch!!!"

A bluish-green flame instantly rose from beneath her feet, transforming into a mirror-like surface like a lake before her.