Plymouth.
Sun Church Headquarters.
Inquisition.
The current Chief Inquisitor, Adelbert, was in his forties and possessed an impressively hooked nose.
At this moment, he was studying reports on heretics from various regions, his brows tightly furrowed.
There was no doubt that the movements of those secret organizations had caught the Chief Inquisitor's attention.
"Large numbers of heretics committing crimes in a frenzy?"
"Extraordinary individuals capable of sensing high-quality sources gathering in Plymouth?"
Adelbert felt as though a layer of dark clouds hung over his heart. As a high-quality-source Extraordinary of 'Yao,' he could clearly sense the smell of an approaching storm.
Yet he could not divine any specific intelligence. He could only determine that danger existed, without knowing where it would descend from!
This was also the limitation of a 'Diviner.'
If one remained in danger the entire time, one would not know where the true lethal crisis would come from!
It could be said that, to cover Aaron's operation, every last one of the secret societies and upper echelons now in motion were cannon fodder!
For the sake of success, those hidden beings would never care about the casualties among their earthly believers.
With a solemn expression, Adelbert picked up the summary report and headed for the cathedral headquarters to request an audience with the Sun Church's High Shepherd—Jupiter III!
This pope wore a platinum-white robe, and the golden solar crown atop his head resembled a Solar Corona, endlessly overflowing with radiance.
"Praise the Sun!"
Adelbert was the first to bow, forming a prayer gesture with his hands. "Your Majesty... the rats in the gutters have crawled out again. The scale of it this time is highly abnormal."
"For these earthly rats to dare crawl out, they must have received an oracle from the Spirit Realm..."
Jupiter III replied