A vacation invitation

The White Bone Ring manifested facial features and asked softly:

What do you think she will choose?

Without even thinking, Lorry replied:

"Join the Nighthawks."

His small, aged features furrowed slightly. "You planted Psychological Suggestion?"

"Old Gentleman, I've never inquired about you before. You... you've never been married, have you?" Lorry shook his head and smiled, asking instead of answering.

The aged voice hummed:

"Even among Believer in God, I am one of the most devout."

Lorry scoffed and said nothing more.

The result is actually quite obvious and requires no Psychological Suggestion whatsoever.

He was certain that Ms. Beyoncé would never refuse if she knew that becoming a clerk for the Nighthawks would offer her the hope of pursuing supernatural powers.

This was something that Lorry had already considered.

Accumulating Merit takes time.

Before that, he would take care of the revenge; the other party only needed to hold onto hope and live a good life with that considerable salary.

A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.

This is also why he didn't Bestowal a large sum of money directly.

A woman who is good-looking, has a good figure and temperament, but lacks sufficient strength to protect herself is more likely to be targeted by those with malicious intent.

With Lorry about to leave Backlund, he won't be able to protect the other person at all times.

He needs to do more important things.

Time slips away quietly.

Lost in thought, Lorry saw Beyoncé following a woman in a Police uniform as they boarded Hired Carriage heading towards the Church.

He glanced down at the White Bone Ring, stood up from the Public Bench opposite the Police Station, and slowly walked towards the dark alley behind it.

Saturday, noon.

The hotel is located opposite the Backlund Docks in the Harbor Borough.

In a private room on the third floor, Lorry sat leisurely on the Terrace, drinking tea.

A short while later, a soft knock sounded on the door.

A woman in her early thirties, wearing a black leather jacket that accentuated her figure and possessing striking beauty, walked in without being greeted by a response, simply turning the handle.

She nodded slightly, put down her Suitcase, turned around, closed the door, and left.

A moment later, Lorry finished the last sip of tea, slowly stood up, went to the corridor, picked up his Suitcase, and his figure quickly became ethereal and transparent.

No one said a word throughout the entire process.

On the one hand, he didn't have the perverse pleasure of communicating with his clone.

On the other hand, it lies in:

Pali Beria's Devil type for Advancement Sequence 6 is Demoness.

She can uncontrollably exert a Enchantment influence on the opposite sex through various Pathway such as words, expressions, actions, and scents.

Until the other person becomes a slave to desire.

Clearly, Lorry has no interest in his clone.

Not long after, at the Saint Samuel Cathedral.

Lorry sat in a corner of the mass hall, praying devoutly to the Evernight Goddess.

Soon, he felt a gaze fixed on him, but he didn't stop, waiting for the prayer to end before slowly opening his eyes.

A young clergyman approached and whispered a few words in his ear.

Lorry nodded slightly and followed the other person away.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the Prayer Room and saw an elderly man sitting opposite him, dressed in a black and red clergy robe with five Dark Sacred Emblem on his chest.

--This attire signifies the Archbishop's status.

As a local, Lorry immediately recognized the other person's identity.

Saint Anthony Stevenson, one of the thirteen Archbishop of the Church of Evernight, was also the head of the Backlund Diocese.

An indescribable sense of fear suddenly gripped Lorry's heart, causing him to tremble involuntarily and want to turn around and run away desperately.

Saint Anthony smiled softly upon seeing this.

The feeling of fear vanished instantly.

Looking into the other's deep, dark eyes, Lorry felt completely relaxed. Without hesitation, he traced Crimson Moon on his chest and nodded.

Good afternoon, Your Excellency Saint Anthony.

"Good afternoon, young man." Saint Anthony chuckled. "I've heard about your deeds from Lady Arianna; I'm not sure how I should address you now."

He also drew Crimson Moon on his chest, his gaze calm and profound.

Was it just my imagination? Why did it feel like this Archbishop was being sarcastic about me using random Pseudonym...? Lorry paused slightly, a helpless expression on his face.

My current name is Fitz Posner.

Having said that, not wanting to dwell too much on the name issue, he quickly asked:

Has Lady Arianna left?

"Hmm," Saint Anthony said calmly.

Lorry took a deep breath and explained the situation:

"Previously, for certain reasons, I promised Ms. Arianna that I would donate £20,000 worth of wealth to the church's orphanage and Poorhouse within two weeks."

"I know, Lady Arianna said that." Saint Anthony nodded, and said, "You've already raised the funds so quickly?"

Lorry nodded slightly, placed the Suitcase on the prayer table, unzipped it, revealing Gold Bars, Jewelry, and stacks of banknotes inside.

He introduced himself to the Archbishop opposite him:

His Your Excellency Saint Anthony.

"Among them, there were 10,000 pounds in Cash and 7,000 pounds in Gold Bars."

"I've had the Jewelry appraised; it's definitely worth more than three thousand pounds. The certificate is included; you can check it or have it appraised again."

Saint Anthony shook his head slightly:

"No.

"Both the Goddess and I believe in your character as a devout Believer."

Uh... Lorry was speechless for a moment.

He didn't know if the Archbishop was aware of his own Pathway.

After a moment of silence, Lorry said in a low voice, "In a while, I might donate another batch of Face Mask to the church for the Goddess's Believer to receive and use for free."

"Face Mask?" Saint Anthony looked puzzled.

Lorry nodded and explained:

"A new type of Face Mask with a more complex and precise manufacturing process can effectively prevent the inhalation of tiny dust particles and Virus in the air."

Saint Anthony seemed to be thinking:

"Do you need any further help with this matter?"

"An Airship, and its pilots," Lorry said without hesitation, as if he had already prepared the answer.

Saint Anthony readily agreed:

"It will land outside your Factory office within a week."

"In Concealment way."

A smile appeared on Lorry's lips as he tapped four more times clockwise:

"Praise the Goddess."

He stood up and bowed slightly. "Thank you as well, Your Excellency Saint Anthony."

"Praise be to the Goddess." Saint Anthony's clean-shaven lips also curved into a smile, and he made four devout taps on his chest.

It was dusk.

Inside the residence of Fors and Hugh in the Cherwood Borough.

"Are you inviting us to a vacation in Desi Bay?"

Upon hearing Lorry's suggestion, the two ladies asked in unison.

Fors showed great interest, but Hugh shook his head without hesitation. "I'm not going. There's never anything good that's free."

"Furthermore, I need to work hard to accumulate Merit to exchange for Subsequent Potion Formula."