Trafford's Trading Club

Chapter 1574: Chapter 301: Holy Church Visitor

Tai Yinzi managed not to mess things up this time, and the handover with Da Zhe went smoothly… Who knows what was on his mind, but before leaving Main God Mountain, he enthusiastically temporarily transferred the use of the Magic Mirror to Da Zhe.

Meanwhile, after careful consideration, Da Zhe eventually told Tai Yinzi if he reached the Transcender Organization’s Eternal Night Palace, and encountered someone named Musashi, he could mention Da Zhe’s name.

Of course, Tai Yinzi thanked him profusely… The old chap somewhat understands that solely relying on those unreliable memories in his head, which come out sporadically, won’t win the boss’s favor given the current circumstances.

Don’t you see the Black soul envoy’s team is slowly growing?

Look at Chen Mingming and Zhao Le, who had such a great start and are still working hard. Given that he was the first Black soul envoy personally transformed by the boss, why should he continue being a lazy bum?

Who knows where this ambition came from, but standing in the desolate gap of the dimension, Tai Yinzi magically resolved to do something worthwhile this time.

“I shall become the Black Soul King!”

The barren land suddenly shook, and a gigantic shadow emerged from below—an enormous monster resembling a sandworm, with its circular mouth full of sharp teeth.

Strands of sticky green saliva dripped down on Tai Yinzi’s head… He opened his mouth, pondered for a while, and then coldly chuckled, waving his sleeve.

“Help—!!!!”

Couldn’t beat it… time to flee.

“Is this guy going to be alright…”

From afar, atop a stone mountain, Da Zhe rubbed his chin, pondering whether Tai Yinzi would successfully infiltrate the Transcender Organization. The real concern seemed to be whether he could safely reach Eternal Night Palace.

Shaking his head, Da Zhe turned and left… The boss only told him to send (watch over) Tai Yinzi into the dimension gap; he never said to help all the way, so he wouldn’t take the initiative.

Da Zhe had been around the block and knew all too well that the big shots dislike their underlings making decisions on their own. Besides, Da Zhe had already advised Tai Yinzi that if he safely reached Eternal Night Palace, he could mention Da Zhe’s name in front of Musashi, which was considerate enough.

“Anyway… good luck!”

Following the boss’s instructions, Da Zhe closed off the gap’s passage and then moved into Main God Mountain, temporarily replacing Tai Yinzi as Taiyin Master God.

However, to the servants on Main God Mountain, the new Master God’s style was completely different from the previous one’s extravagant lifestyle.

“…You may take a break; I don’t need anyone to attend to me.”

The servants were terrified, not having true Life themselves… strictly speaking, they are just NPCs in the Main God Game. If they weren’t serving the Master God on Main God Mountain, they wouldn’t even know what to do.

Da Zhe just wanted to stay alone on the mountain and, after some thought, said: “I’ve seen your panels; you seem to have upgrade functions too? If there’s nothing else to do, go down the mountain to fight monsters and level up…”

So, a group of servants followed orders, packed up, tearfully headed down the mountain, and walked across the mainland.

“The new Master God wants us to spread the glory of the Master God across the mainland!”

“Yes, Taiyin Master God was too lazy! Now, many New Gods have appeared on the mainland, and mortals are starting to forget about Taiyin Master God’s Mountain! As servants of the God, we must not let the dignity of Master God’s Mountain decline!”

Who knows what template Tai Yinzi used when he created this batch of servants?

On the day of descending the mountain, the Grand Steward of the original Master God’s Mountain declared himself the Pope, and the Taiyin Holy Church was quietly born…

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Sub-world No. 003, present… Britannia.

On a quiet town street, Teacher Prin carried a small bag and arrived at the town’s church doors just before dusk, coincidentally meeting Mai Rada, who was holding a broom with a look of despair, cleaning the church courtyard.

Mai Rada had been staying at the church for several days… and seemed to have adapted to church life.

“You seem to be in a good mood today.” Teacher Prin greeted Mai Rada through the iron bars, then raised the bag in his hand, smiling, “A gift of comfort.”

Mai Rada snorted, feeling an urge to give this guy a good beating… His mood was far from being good!

For several days, he had been stuck in the church, unable to deal with mortals using modern weapons due to his loss of Power. Leaving the church might mean facing the risk of being caught by the police.

Certainly, it wasn’t because the church provided free meals and lodging… The noble descendant of the Soth Divine Tribe, the great War God Ares’ offspring, wouldn’t bend for such small favors!

“Freshly baked croissants.” Teacher Prin added.

Mai Rada involuntarily swallowed… Though he had lost Power, his body’s daily consumption was still astonishing. The free meals provided by the church were far from enough, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask the church’s Priest for more food.

“Nobody asked you to comfort me.” Mai Rada snorted, “Unnecessary!”

Teacher Prin chuckled, stepped back two steps, threw the bag into the courtyard, and waved, saying, “Good luck, your hard work looks really handsome.”

Mai Rada’s eye twitched slightly; eventually, Teacher Prin walked away. He sighed, silently picked up the comfort gift, found a tree to sit under, and munched quietly.

“Oh, great Dark Main God, when can your most loyal follower finally…”

He sighed heavily and took out the crystal given by the Dark Main God from his chest… This crystal, except for a reaction on the first day, hadn’t shown any further activity, leading Mai Rada to ponder whether the Nether King had left the town.

“If I could contact fellow tribesmen in the Unhuman Domain…” Mai Rada thought, nibbling on the bread.

At present, he had been sealed of Power by the strong old mage from among humans, Uncle Pick, causing numerous inconveniences and impeded actions. The only solution at hand was to seek support from the Divine Race.

But now, he is troubled by his complete lack of ability; it’s utterly impossible to activate the private [Coordinate] and initiate communication with the [Unhuman Domain]…

“Lada, Lada, are you there? Could you come over and help me move something?”

Suddenly, the old priest’s voice echoed… Mai Rada snorted lightly, pretending not to hear.

“Lada? Are you there? I’m preparing dinner, we have guests tonight, and I can’t spare a moment… Lada?”

“I… I’ll be right there!” Mai Rada sighed… but he couldn’t help but take a mental note—guests? This church, aside from worship services, rarely has visitors… even those coming for confession are few.

Mai Rada couldn’t help but criticize the customs of this town… The people here seem to be inherently very friendly… so friendly that it gave Mai Rada an unreal feeling.

Between people, it’s like family… although the town is small and everyone knows each other, the degree of harmony here still feels quite unreal to Mai Rada.

Despite initially encountering a few rowdy young men in town who provoked him, it seems there are only these few youths.

This place is excessively peaceful… Shaking his head, Mai Rada was about to head out to help the priest move things when he keenly sensed something.

A stare… from beyond the iron fence of the church courtyard, there was a peculiar gaze peering in!

Though his powers were sealed, some of Mai Rada’s strong instincts remained… He covertly adjusted his breathing and suddenly turned around.

“Oh? Quite perceptive.”

Mai Rada furrowed his brow; standing outside the courtyard’s iron fence, there was suddenly a tall figure… genuinely tall, with a physique even more robust than Mai Rada, who bears the bloodline of War God Ares!

Moreover, the figure was an elder… The gray-white stubble was quite noticeable, and his face was deeply wrinkled—yet this robust physique, what’s it about?

“Are you Strala’s student?” The burly elder suddenly asked with curiosity, “When did Strala start accepting students… but your physique looks quite good.”

Strala… the name of the church priest—so, this burly elder is probably the guest that Father Strala mentioned was coming tonight?

Mai Rada furrowed his brow; he was certainly not Father Strala’s student, but momentarily didn’t know how to explain his identity, so he simply kept silent, glanced at the elder, and then turned away.

The burly elder shook his head, chuckled softly, “Quite a character, just wondering about your skills.”

Perhaps stemming from that belligerent nature in his bloodline, Mai Rada found it hard to ignore this taunting attitude… He clenched his fist, his gaze suddenly becoming sharp.

The burly elder’s interest heightened, clicking his tongue, “Your eyes tell me, your hands are unclean… I’m curious how Strala could let you reside in God’s house.”

Mai Rada sneered, stuffing the last bite of a croissant into his mouth, he took up the broom and headed toward the iron fence.

“Lada! So this is where you are!” Just then, Father Strala’s voice came from behind… He held a cooking ladle in his hand, wearing an apron, “Is the stuff ready to be moved?”

Mai Rada took a deep breath, glanced back at Father Strala… The priest blinked with a perplexed expression, only then did Mai Rada calmly say, “Heading there now.”

Mai Rada silently left the courtyard, while Father Strala shook his head, looking worried. Meanwhile, the burly elder had already entered the courtyard—having jumped in.

Father Strala remarked irritably, “I remember the church’s front door is never locked.”

The elder shrugged, “You know I dislike walking under It’s watchful eyes.”

Vasco… The name and background of this burly elder instantly appeared in Father Strala’s mind.

One of the members of the Holy Church’s Paladin Corps, still not retired at the age of ninety-six, his powerful physique makes many young paladins blush, and he still maintains his status as part of the Holy Church’s elite forces.

“Just who is this guy?” The burly elder… Vasco suddenly asked, “I smell a strong scent of blood on his hands.”

Father Strala dismissed it, “No one’s hands are clean, this is the church; as long as there’s need, we’ll open our doors for them. Lada is someone a friend of mine requested to temporarily settle here… This guy’s temper might be volatile, but he should be of good nature. But you, coming all the way from the holy place to this backwater, surely not just for tourism?”

“How could that be, since you’re here, my old friend?” Vasco laughed, “The holy place’s filled with young people now, there’s not a single person I can have a proper conversation with and I’m bored stiff, so I’m here visiting old friends… Am I unwelcome?”

I don’t believe you for a second.

Father Strala looked at him expressionlessly.

Vasco restrained his smile and suddenly said seriously, “Recently, a lot has happened in the Holy Church.”

He hadn’t finished speaking when Father Strala shook his head directly saying, “I’m just retired, now managing this small chapel daily is already demanding enough, I don’t have the mind to mind those big shots’ affairs.”

As if expecting this response, Vasco wasn’t angered.

Father Strala shook his head, “I’m glad you came to visit me, old friend Vasco, so I’ve personally prepared dinner for tonight… I hope we’ll have a pleasant and relaxed gathering. Oh… darn, the roast fish is about to burn!”

Saying that, Father Strala turned hurriedly away.

Vasco suddenly said, “About half a year ago, the holy remains guarded by Pechersk Lavra was stolen, and none of the monks there survived. Until nearly a month after the incident, the Holy Church became aware of it… due to the perpetrator’s forged inner border, making everything in the monastery seem normal.”

Father Strala instinctively stopped in his tracks.

“Strala, you should understand that the loss of the holy remains means for the Holy Church.” Vasco slowly said, “The Holy Church’s investigation team ultimately determined who took the holy remains and slaughtered the monastery.”

“Who was it?” Father Strala finally turned around and asked.

“Black Religious Congregation.” Vasco slowly replied.

Father Strala remained silent for a long moment before finally shaking his head and saying, “The fish is burnt.”