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Zhou Yun exchanged the chips in his hand for 57,500 Denars. Of that, 3,000 Denars went toward repaying the money he had borrowed today, while another 1,296 Denars paid off debts left behind by the previous owner of this body.

As for the remaining fifty thousand-plus Denars—nearly a quarter ton of silver—Zhou Yun naturally could not just find a sack and carry it home on his back.

On Macragge, the major temples often served as banks. Naturally, Zhou Yun would not choose the Semuneta Temple, which was obviously tainted by Slaanesh.

Among the remaining temples, the Talasa Pantheon worshipped several gods from the Talasa Galaxy.

Its faith included... the God of Golden Light and Sincerity, the God of Mad Laughter and Mockery, the Two-Headed Bird-Skull God, and a bunch of other miscellaneous gods... uh...

Zhou Yun recalled the words of Bishop Agrippa of Catholicism.

Worshipping so many gods, weren't they afraid of getting tangled up with Chaos Gods?

Zhou Yun suspected that the things worshipped by the Talasa Pantheon might be three of the galaxy's four greatest frauds: the Deceiver among the C'tan, Cegorach the Aeldari Laughing God, and Tzeentch, the God of Change.

Zhou Yun developed deep doubts about the Talasa Pantheon's credibility and silently resolved never to visit the Talasa Galaxy in this life.

Then there was the Lax Purifying Garden Temple. This temple's faith originated from the paradise world of Lax and worshipped the Goddess of the Purifying Garden.

Lax was actually quite famous. Its climate was pleasant, its land fertile, and it was rich and habitable. Even now, it was already one of the main agricultural supplier worlds in the entire Ultramar region.

Even with the relatively inefficient transport method of sublight travel, it could easily feed all of Macragge...

Later, during the Plague Wars of the forty-first millennium, Lax was transformed by Primarch Roboute Guilliman into a hospital world for treating Nurgle's plagues, only to ultimately be destroyed by Nurgle's plagues and daemons.

Considering its future contamination by Nurgle, Zhou Yun did not choose the Lax Purifying Garden Temple either. He was afraid his little money would become unclean.

Then there was Macragge's mainstream faith: the War King Temple, which believed cowards went to the Eightfold Hell and very sincerely wore its connection to Khorne right on its face...

Finally, there was the Broken Lighthouse Temple.

Zhou Yun savored the name "Broken Lighthouse" once more.

He recalled the scene he had seen in the prophecy, that mountain known as the "Lighthouse."

And... Zhou Yun had already formed a guess about that "Lighthouse's" identity.

If it really was as Zhou Yun suspected, then the god worshipped by the Broken Lighthouse Temple might be the least likely deity in all of Macragge to be connected to entities of the Warp.

Moreover, if Zhou Yun wanted to change the future course of the entire galaxy, the Lighthouse would also be a crucial part of it.

After thinking it over, Zhou Yun deposited the money with the Broken Lighthouse Temple, then left the casino.

Cicero stood on the second-floor platform, watching the scene with a livid expression.

"We underestimated that brat. He's probably that old bastard Lucretius's hidden disciple, deliberately playing dumb to toy with us," Libo said darkly.

He greatly disliked that bastard sorcerer Lucretius. The old man had more than once used his psychic abilities to secretly infiltrate the Semuneta Temple, repeatedly stealing the temple's treasured books and artifacts... and not just the Semuneta Temple. In his younger days, the old man had visited nearly every temple. Only now that he was old had he begun to settle down somewhat.

But although Lucretius was highly skilled in psychic arts, no god stood behind him. His actions were purely driven by his own interests and amusement, so he was not worth the cost of eliminating.

"So, the money I owe... could it..." Cicero looked at Libo, his voice uncertain.

"What are you thinking? You borrowed that money yourself. I won't waive it for you." Libo shot Cicero a fierce glare. "I'm currently competing for the position of high priest. How could I casually erase your debt?"

Cicero clenched his fists, but there was nothing he could do.

"Actually, you don't need to pay it back," Tull said as he rubbed his aching stomach.

Cicero's eyes immediately lit up, as though he had spotted an opportunity.

"A debt slave like you could fetch a good price on the market." As he spoke, Tull smiled at Cicero.

Cicero's face turned even uglier.

He could only ask that senator for help... Cicero feared few people, and that senator was one of them.

"Ah, gentlemen, I won't chat with you any longer. My stomach has been feeling off, probably because I drank too much. I'm going to use the toilet first." Tull waved his hand and hurried toward the restroom.

Cicero shook his head. What kind of trash were his teammates?

Damn it, how could he break Macragge's conservative atmosphere by following this bunch? How could he let more people experience the unrestrained ecstasy of perception?

His, Cicero's, actions had never been for his own benefit. They were for everyone on Macragge to cast aside their restraints, feel life, and experience life.

That was why he had to become the teacher of Conor Guilliman's heir, to influence him and Governor Conor Guilliman, to change the entire atmosphere of Macragge...

"That man." At that moment, the silent, trembling blind witch opened her mouth. "He is not Lucretius's student."

Libo raised an eyebrow slightly. "He isn't?"

"Absolutely not! His skills are far superior to Lucretius's." The blind witch hissed, "Lucretius merely claims to be the successor of ancient sorcerers, but that brat—those skills—are absolutely sorcery truly originating from the era of the King of Sorcery. He is probably a follower of the God of Sorcery."

The air fell silent for two or three seconds before Libo spoke hesitantly. "Are you sure? The faith of the God of Sorcery vanished after the Time of First Cry and the War King's rule over Macragge. It hasn't appeared for who knows how many years."

"There are indeed no traces of divine blessings on him, but those skills cannot be mistaken... I suspect he is a move by the God of Sorcery to return to Macragge." The blind witch's voice trembled. "The God of Sorcery has not truly returned yet. We still have a chance to kill him... and even if we cannot kill him, we can drive him mad."

Libo frowned tightly. He knew what the blind witch was about to say.

"Sixty-six sacrifices, right?"

"Yes, and it must be done quickly. We must finish before the God of Sorcery returns." The blind witch's voice was nearly crazed.

"This is too hasty. Sixty-six living people—even if they all offer themselves willingly—will inevitably leave traces and draw attention in such a short time." Libo shook his head repeatedly.

But... the God of Sorcery...

The King of Sorcery who worshipped Him was said to have neared ascension before his death and attempted to drag all of Macragge into the divine realm. It was the first cry of the God of First Cry that had temporarily stripped him of his power...

If the God of Sorcery truly returned, He would likely become the God of First Cry's greatest enemy.

"I must ask the senator's opinion." After saying that, Libo immediately headed for the fourth floor of the bathhouse.

A moment later, Libo returned and nodded at the blind witch. "The senator agreed. Set a time, and I'll bring you the sacrifices."

"Good, then—"

"Someone, hurry! Lord Tull's toilet collapsed, and he fell into the cesspit!!"

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