Eastern: I love doing good things-Chapter 208 - 209 : Pope.

"Lord Zhuoyang!" Yan Yuzhu suddenly turned his head, glaring at Lord Zhuoyang, his eyes seemingly ready to spew fire. "Is this what you meant when you said there are no strong people in the capital?"

The earth trembled, as if a wave was rising, and a giant stone hand emerged from the ground, like an iron claw, gripping Lord Zhuoyang tightly.

Feeling the immense pressure, Lord Zhuoyang knew that as an undercover agent, he could not resist at this moment. He could only endure it and said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all!"

"We sent Namo to the capital to investigate the situation, and now he's dead. What do you say about that, Lord Zhuoyang?" Xiya's voice rang out, cold as though it could penetrate bone.

There was even such a matter...

Only now did Lord Zhuoyang realize that while the Icefield Masters spoke of attacking the Yan country immediately, they had secretly sent a master to infiltrate the capital, a very cunning tactic!

Namo... Lord Zhuoyang had fought with him before and knew that Namo was very strong. If he died silently in the capital, it could only mean that the Emperor had acted!

Lord Zhuoyang's mind raced, his face turning red. He shouted, "I've already said it, the only one who poses any threat in Yan country is that dog of an emperor. Namo must have been discovered by the emperor and met his death because of it!"

"This is not my fault. If you had listened to me and sent more masters to attack the heart of the capital, Yan country would have been taken down already, and Namo would still be alive!"

Xiya fell silent, and after a moment, spoke again: "Yan Yuzhu, release him."

The giant stone hand vanished, and Lord Zhuoyang was finally able to breathe.

"I will have Lord Black God verify your words personally," Xiya said, her gaze sharp, locking onto Lord Zhuoyang. He couldn't help but feel nervous, instinctively swallowing.

Black God... the legendary strongest master of the Icefield, much like the emperor, rarely seen. Even as a master of the Yan country, Lord Zhuoyang had no real intelligence on him.

"So, what should we do now?" Yan Yuzhu asked.

"Lord Black God has issued an order to delay the attack on Yan country and return to the Icefield first," Xiya replied.

"Return? Are we just going to let Namo's death go unresolved?" Yan Yuzhu's voice was filled with fury.

"Of course not. We need to investigate what exactly happened in the capital before taking further action," Xiya answered. "The Icefield never fights a battle without certainty. Do you want to defy Lord Black God's orders?"

Yan Yuzhu immediately deflated, like a deflated ball, falling silent.

It seemed that Lord Black God had an immense reputation in the hearts of the Icefield Masters...

Seeing this, Lord Zhuoyang thought to himself that, for now, he could only follow these two back to the Icefield, taking things step by step.

Though his path as an undercover agent was growing increasingly difficult, no matter what, everything was worth it for the sake of the Emperor.

Lord Zhuoyang thought to himself, resolute.

...

In the Federation, in the Holy Hall of the Church.

The vast hall was empty, with only a slender but graceful figure lounging in the main seat.

This was a woman of great charm, extremely elegant, with every movement exuding nobility. The most striking feature was the dazzling halo floating above her head.

Such a transcendent and ethereal saintly demeanor, if seen by the masses, would make countless people prostrate, worshipping her as a goddess.

She was the current Pope of the Federation.

At this moment, the Pope slightly tilted her head, gazing at the night sky through the carefully crafted glass ceiling.

"The many stars in their constellations have shifted abnormally. The dim, ominous, and malignant energy of the East is gradually retreating..."

The Pope murmured words that others couldn't understand. "Does this mean the disaster in the East has dispersed on its own?"

"Heh, this is interesting."

A genuine smile appeared at the corner of her lips. After all, in her observations, there was supposed to be a great calamity in the East, and it was supposed to happen in these few days.

She recalled not long ago when a mysterious master from the East sent something to the Federation. It was dragon meat that would increase one's cultivation, and the master even thoughtfully provided clues about its origin—Yan country.

The Pope didn't believe there could be such a good thing, but she still sent Simon to investigate, ostensibly to search for more dragon meat, but in reality to uncover the source of the ominous omen.

Unfortunately, Simon had been killed a few days ago.

The Pope flipped her wrist, and a card appeared in her hand.

The card depicted Simon's image, but now it had turned from its original colorful hue to grey, signifying his death.

At the bottom of the card, there was a brief biography of Simon, and the last few lines made the Pope's heart stir:

[Pope's Bishop Simon, while traveling to Yan country to search for dragon meat, encountered a young master with powerful gravitational abilities like a monster. Despite using all his strength, he could not defeat him and ultimately died at his hands.]

"Younger master, younger master..." The Pope muttered these words repeatedly, finding it hard to comprehend how a 'youth' could be linked to a 'master.'

The character card would record the true life of the person, so it was impossible to fabricate, and the 'young master' mentioned here referred to his age, not appearance.

In other words, this person truly became a master at only a few years old!

Such an unbelievable talent—it was almost the stuff of legend!

Even the Pope, who was used to extraordinary things, found it hard to believe. If this person were given more time... wouldn't they turn the world upside down?

It seemed that the ominous sign in the heavens had referred to this young master. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

However, the ominous sign had now dissipated, and the shining light of auspicious stars began to appear, indicating that after reaching the extreme of adversity, things would turn towards prosperity, and the world would become fortunate.

So, did the young master die just like that?

"It's good news, but also quite a pity. If I could turn him into one of my cards... tsk tsk..."

The Pope couldn't help but hum with amusement, her voice laced with playfulness. "Never mind, I still need to send someone to investigate Yan country's situation."

With this thought, the Pope drew another card from her sleeve. This card was bright in color, and it depicted the image of a short man. At the bottom of the card was the name: Saint Anthony.

The Pope threw the card, and with a flash of light, the short man really emerged from it.

"Your Holiness..." Anthony knelt before the Pope, his gaze intense.

"Mm." The Pope responded, "You will go on a trip, cross the sea, and head to the East to investigate things in Yan country for me."

"Remember, it's only an investigation, don't cause any more trouble. Simon died there, and I don't want to lose another reliable subordinate."

Hearing the Pope's concern, Anthony's face turned bright red, and he immediately said, "Your Holiness, I will go through fire and water without hesitation to carry out your orders!"