Fudeng left the Office Divine Temple and boarded his carriage.
As the carriage moved along, Fudeng's gaze grew increasingly somber.
The aura this stirred made Miguel and Aoji, who shared the carriage with him, instinctively shrink toward the sides and slow their breathing. It had been a long time since they had felt the Whip Bearer in such a mood.
Fudeng felt stifled.
In the past, he, as Whip Bearer, would certainly have welcomed the High Priest granting the Whip of Order greater power and influence, but this time, the authority being delegated was simply too great.
When a master casually tossed down a gnawed bone, a dog could naturally go up and chew on it without any qualms, eagerly wagging its tail in gratitude as it ate.
Because it knew this was its food, something it was allowed to enjoy.
But if a precious delicacy slipped off an expensive plate, a dog that ran over, snatched it up, and confidently started eating would have to consider its own fate.
Like this time... am I really qualified to choose?
Why not leave professional matters to the professionals?
Cardinal Kreid planned and oversaw such a splendid First Day War against the Reincarnation Church. Why suddenly change people when choosing the next target?
Fudeng did not believe Kreid had betrayed the High Priest. Kreid had no reason to do so, either.
So the only possible reason was that Kreid's proposed conclusion... or the target Kreid had selected was not what the High Priest wanted.
The High Priest needed someone else to understand his intentions, then lead the charge for him.
But the High Priest had not given him a clear answer. He would have to observe, ponder, and comprehend it himself.
Heh...
Fudeng half closed his eyes.
Instead of speaking plainly, he