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Chapter 75: What an Exhilarating Act of Faith Abduction!

Chapter 75: What an Exhilarating Act of Faith Abduction!

Inside the Divine Order Church, within the chapel.

“May my Lord bless you, dispel all your ailments, and bring you health in body and mind.”

Wearing a black clerical robe, Bishop Mozel smiled as he spoke to the devout elderly believer before him.

Once the believer left and only a handful of people remained in the chapel, his expression turned cold. After a busy morning, today’s confessional work was finally over.

Accompanied by a priest, he briskly exited the chapel. As they walked, he casually inquired, “What’s the situation with the Tyrius side?”

“Your Excellency, they’ve been unusually quiet lately, staying cooped up in their estate and going nowhere.”

“Have they met with anyone noteworthy?”

“That’s unclear for now, but there shouldn’t be any slip-ups.”

“Don’t be careless.” Mozel suddenly stopped. “I’ve just received news that the Second Prince is furious over the unexpected death of the Mosgra family’s heir and has decided to personally visit Orne City to hold the culprit accountable.”

“By my estimation, he’ll arrive within a week. I don’t want His Highness to find a mess full of blunders when he gets here.”

“Understood!”

At that moment, a clergyman hurriedly approached them.

“Something’s happened, Your Excellency.”

He leaned in close to Bishop Mozel and whispered urgently.

As the clergyman spoke, Mozel’s expression grew darker and darker. By the end, he suddenly slammed his fist into a nearby stone pillar.

“Those b******s! The Slann Sect—how dare they? How dare they?!”

“A bunch of idiots! They’ve ruined my plans!”

The usually composed and graceful bishop was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a visage of fury.

“Do they think Tyrius’s protection will let them establish themselves in Orne City without consequences? I’ll make sure they don’t see tomorrow’s sun!”

Bishop Mozel’s tone was venomous, though mostly for show.

After all, his ability to spar with Duke Tyrius over taxation was solely due to the power behind him. Most of the time, he had to play it safe.

If the Slann Sect had truly gained the Duke’s patronage, what could a mere parish bishop like him do? The strength he wielded was not his own but borrowed from his backer.

After a long while, Bishop Mozel finally calmed down. Taking a deep breath, he quelled his inner frustration.

“No matter. If it’s just that sect trying to stand out, let them have their moment in the spotlight.”

“As long as the rest of the churches remain united, their schemes will be nothing more than a pathetic clown act.”

This reasoning seemed self-evident to him.

Unfortunately, Mozel overlooked one thing: alliances cobbled together with external forces might appear solid but are often riddled with hidden cracks.

All it takes is a single push, and the entire structure collapses like a row of dominoes—irreversible and total.

That evening, after a day of hard work, Lamonta visited the confession room at the War God Cathedral.

As an ordinary believer, he could only meet with a priest. After his confession, he felt a sense of relief and purification in his soul.

As he was about to leave, Lamonta hesitated, then lowered his head and asked, “Father, what’s the church’s view on the incident at the municipal square today?”

As a follower of the War God, he deeply despised the slow-moving believers of the Slann Sect, considering their faith heretical and unworthy of existence in this world.

This sentiment stemmed from the irreconcilable blood feud between the two nations behind their respective churches. Such conflicts and hatred were subtly instilled into believers through doctrine.

Even in the Saint Roland Empire, clashes between the two faiths’ adherents were common.

For most of the War God Cathedral’s congregation, being overshadowed by the Slann Sect was a source of deep shame.

Hearing the question, the priest paused for a few seconds before giving a formulaic response: “The Lord has His plans.”

After sending Lamonta away, the priest fell silent for a moment before hurrying off to meet with the parish bishop.

“Lord Luke, nearly all the believers who came to confess today asked about that incident.”

“I know,” said Bishop Luke, his face grim. “It’s not just them. Even the Patriarch has sent a message, questioning why there’s been a significant fluctuation in the faith anchor here in Orne City.”

“D*** it, the Divine Order Church has really screwed us over!”

The priest cautiously asked, “Should we make any changes then?”

Bishop Luke fell silent at the question.

“The Empire has waged too many wars in recent years, leading to unstable supplies of faith power,” Luke muttered to himself. “The total amount of faith power directly determines the state of the Father.”

“For us, money is secondary right now. What’s crucial is to secure Orne City as a pure source of faith and maintain the stability of the people’s devotion.”

“The person who orchestrated this situation is truly impressive,” he gritted his teeth. “They’ve mastered the art of sowing division and pitting us against each other—it’s despicable. Even knowing it’s a trap, we have no choice but to step in.”

After a moment of thought, Bishop Luke waved his hand dismissively and said to the priest, “If all they want is money, then we’ll meet their demands. The Slann Sect donated 20,000 gold coins? We’ll donate 30,000—no, 50,000!”

“Let the entire city see just how generous and kind the War God Cathedral truly is!”

The next day, the municipal square was once again packed with people.

As they looked at the donation box representing their church, now containing twice as many gold coins as the Slann Sect’s, many followers of the War God straightened their backs in pride.

Before long, news spread across the city: the War God Cathedral had generously contributed 50,000 gold coins to support disabled veterans.

At that moment, the fragile balance was irrevocably shattered.

Late that night, all the clergy of the Silent Church convened for a serious discussion.

The deity they worshipped was the Moon Goddess. Their teachings emphasized the importance of women’s rights and status, with nearly 90% of their followers in Orne City being local women.

However, this philosophy fundamentally clashed with that of the War God Cathedral, which advocated for patriarchal values, promoting the idea that women should obey their husbands and regard them as authority figures.

When these two ideologies collided, the result was not just tension but an enmity that bordered on a life-or-death struggle.

Such conflicts were a natural consequence of differing doctrines.

Apart from the three major churches of the Saint Roland Empire, most other faiths had varying degrees of ideological discord.

“I propose we ignore the Divine Order Church’s demands.”

“Many female believers have already complained about those abusive War God followers, who are picking fights everywhere like lunatics.”

“As one of the Empire’s three major native churches, we absolutely cannot allow foreign faiths to trample over us!”

“But what about the Divine Order Church?”

“Since when has the Silent Church been their subsidiary?”

“Alright, then it’s decided.”

The following day, news broke that the Silent Church had topped the donation rankings with a contribution of 70,000 gold coins, surpassing the War God Cathedral. The announcement caused a fresh wave of excitement.

This was only six days after Lynn and Duke Tyrius had struck their agreement.

On the seventh day, taking a cue from the Silent Church, the embattled Church of Abundance entered the fray with 80,000 gold coins, reclaiming the top spot.

The same day, the War God Cathedral added another 20,000 coins to their donation, settling for second place.

On the eighth day, the Cult of Desolation, ever at odds with the Church of Abundance, joined the battlefield. Simultaneously, the Silent Church, Church of Abundance, War God Cathedral, and the Slann Sect all made additional contributions.

Caught up in the momentum, the clergy from these churches seemed to have lost all restraint. They couldn’t stop, because doing so would not only place them behind others but render their prior investments meaningless.

Though they were furious at Lynn, who had orchestrated the whole situation, they had no choice but to push forward.

By the ninth day, twelve local churches—save for the Divine Order Church and a handful of others still observing—had all fallen into the trap, unable to turn back.

This chain reaction ignited a fervent wave of enthusiasm among the city’s populace.

At this moment, most of the glass donation boxes in the municipal square were filled to the brim with gold coins.

On the tenth day, only the Divine Order Church’s box remained empty, while the other eleven churches had all succumbed completely.

In a quiet, overlooked corner, however, a new development unfolded: notices bearing the image of Lynn Bartleon quietly made their way onto the blacklist of every church in the city.

“You sly brat!!! You’re a f***ing genius!!!”

Late at night in the Augusta Estate, Duke Tyrius’s boisterous laughter echoed through the halls.

How could he not be thrilled?

In just six short days, the previously barren donation boxes were now brimming with gold coins from the various churches.

Rough calculations suggested each box could hold around 100,000 Saint Roland gold coins. Among the twelve boxes, all but the Divine Order Church’s were nearly or completely filled. Even the ones that weren’t full held at least fifty or sixty thousand coins.

Altogether, this amounted to a staggering 900,000 gold coins!

Originally, Duke Tyrius’s expectation was to collect around 500,000 gold coins in taxes from several border cities combined. But now, things had gone entirely off the rails.

From Orne City alone, nearly a million gold coins had been raked in!

This also revealed just how much wealth these parasites entrenched within the empire’s framework had been skimming over the years.

What an exhilarating act of faith abduction!

At this moment, Duke Tyrius fixed Lynn with an intense, almost fervent gaze.

He felt a sudden impulse—an urge to kidnap Lynn and bring him into the military as his adjutant.

This boy was truly a genius.

In just ten days, he had fulfilled their agreement, something even Duke Tyrius himself hadn’t anticipated.

But as the Duke observed Lynn’s calm demeanor, he couldn’t help but halt his laughter.

“Everything’s finally wrapped up, so why don’t you look even a little pleased?”

“Wrapped up?” Lynn shook his head with a faint smile. “This is just the beginning.”

“The fattest sheep is still untouched.”

After all, Lynn had merely completed his promise to Duke Tyrius.

The Trial orchestrated by the Witch of the End, however, had yet to yield any significant progress.

While the recent events had undoubtedly shaken the faith of the Divine Order Church’s followers, they weren’t enough to weaken the foundation of their belief.

To rewrite the future, Lynn decided it was time to add more fuel to the fire.

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