Watching the witch who was desperate to meet that Jobless Freelancer,
Raun and the others exchanged glances, all shaking their heads with wry smiles.
"Vice President, of course you can see him if you want."
"But he is already preparing to tackle floors 51 through 100 of the Secret Realm. Going in now would only hinder his progress."
"Why not watch his performance a little longer first?"
Raun hurriedly tried to dissuade her.
Clement and Kroll both nodded slowly as well.
They too wanted to see what other tricks this Freelancer had up his sleeve.
By now, they had thoroughly realized that the fifth seed representing the Dragon Kingdom was absolutely not the attention-seeking trash the outside world claimed him to be.
Raun's dissuasion proved quite effective.
Cathy indeed stopped chanting for the teleportation.
After thinking for a moment, she even took out a precious pill to restore her energy and swallowed it.
Her haggard, pale face instantly regained its radiance, and her entire bearing rose by a full level.
She returned to the seat of honor, her beautiful brown eyes no longer paying attention to anything outside.
Instead, she focused intently on the image on the screen.
City of Light.
Church.
Elegant, holy hymns drifted from within the church.
On the vast plaza outside, countless devout followers of the Church of Light knelt in prayer.
A group of core followers of the Church of Light had the privilege of watching these beautiful and elegant women sing hymns inside the church.
These women were all members of the saintess attendant group, carefully selected by the Church.
At this moment,
these core followers stared with infatuated expressions at the graceful figure standing on the main prayer platform.
This was the day they looked forward to most every month.
Because on