Was this the so-called Devil's Temptation? No … No, comparing the Saintess to a devil was a heinous act.
Still, the adjutant had no reason to refuse Heroria's request.
He told Saintess Heroria everything he saw in Noland, including some things that would result in death if the archbishop found out.
"A spell that can connect everyone's consciousness together?"
The only thing that piqued Heroria's interest in the adjutant's description was the 'magical spell' he mentioned at the end.
"Yes … Yes, Saintess. Noland has recently developed a brand new spell that almost everyone around me is using," the adjutant said.
"Connecting people's consciousness sounds a bit like Admonition. I need more details."
Saintess Heroria searched through the knowledge she had accumulated over a hundred years and only found two or three spells that could share consciousness with others, but no matter which one it was, it was far from what he had described.
Just the description of 'connecting everyone's consciousness together' was enough to understand that it was a 'miracle' that only the gods could do.
"A spell called 'Weave'. It's constructed with Order Inscriptions. I bought an extremely small primordial crystal from the White Thorn Flower Theatre in Noland and crushed it to use the Weave."
The magic of the Weave was something the adjutant couldn't describe with words.
Pale white magic surrounded his hand, and the interface of the Weave in his mind began to condense with the supply of magic.
Finally, Heroria saw an interface made of pure white light appear in front of the adjutant. There were many words and pictures on the interface.
"What is this?"
Heroria was facing the adjutant, so the words she saw were completely different from the pictures. This made Heroria walk around the adjutant in a circle and finally stand behind him to look at the content.
The contents were very messy, such as "Damn it, who took my lizard wine this morning!", "May I ask which inscription should a Mage of the Burning System start with?", "Training your muscles is the first step to becoming a qualified spellcaster!", and so on.
The large amount of information was so confusing that Heroria didn't know where to start.
"The spell casters' forum."
The adjutant glanced at the bottom right corner that displayed the time. There was a thread in the spellcaster forum that described the functions of the Mana Net, and one of the threads mentioned the concept of 'network connection and network speed'.
Ordinarily the adjutant had been in Norland's chapel, and the lower right-hand corner of his signal had been barely three bars; but here it was a pattern of two warning colours, grey and crimson.
These two colors reminded him that … the internet had been disconnected.
Recently, he had developed the habit of posting on the spell casters' forum every day after he finished his prayers. Being disconnected from the internet was a disaster for him.
Fortunately, the spellcaster forum was locally loaded, which meant that the contents of the spellcaster forum would be stored in the user's' mind ', and the status of the posts would only be updated after they were connected to the internet.
After all, the human brain was a super large "hard disk", so Josiah naturally wanted to make good use of it.
Of course, users could also choose to clear the forum with one click.
"Spell casters' … forum? In other words, the parliament, in the form of words? "
Heroria quickly found the pattern of the words on the spellcaster forum, and after finding these patterns, the sense of clutter instantly disappeared.
"Yes, Lady Saintess. The spellcasters of Noland post their views and questions on this forum in the form of words, and soon other users will see it and reply."
The adjutant reached out and clicked on one of the posts, showing it to Heroria.
"Everyone is anonymous on this forum?"
Heroria noticed that neither the name of the poster nor the reply seemed to be their real names, but more like some kind of code.
"Anonymous. Few people know each other's identity."
This was also one of the reasons why the adjutant liked the spellcaster forum. On this forum, as long as it didn't violate the 'user agreement', he could talk to anyone equally.
He also enjoyed the feeling of communicating with others on the forum, showing his true thoughts and views, and … posting those interesting dwarf emojis. There was also a new emoji that was added recently, simpler than the dwarf's, just a yellow human face.
One of the emojis called 'comical' was currently popular in the spellcaster forum.
"It's really … ridiculous."
After listening to the adjutant's narration, the Saintess Heroria suddenly revealed a self-deprecating smile.
"Your Highness … Lady Saintess … I … I'm not sure …"
The adjutant instantly realized that he seemed to have gotten carried away. Although no one in Noland stood out to claim that he was the creator of the magic net, the adjutant could guess that it should also be the work of the devil.
"You don't need to panic. I just think it's a bit ironic."
"Irony?"
"The scriptures left by God have always hoped that his believers can tolerate each other and build a world where everyone is equal. In the end, the church spent a thousand years and still failed to achieve it, but a devil has fulfilled the wish of God one step ahead of us. Although it's only in spirit, don't you think it's ironic?"
Heroria glanced at the adjutant. The adjutant could only lower his head, not knowing how to answer, or rather, not daring to answer.
The only person in the church who dared to criticize the church and God was the Saintess. If these words came out of his mouth, he would be sent to the execution platform for slander.
"Don't lower your head, I can't see the content on the spellcaster forum."
"Yes … Lady Saintess."
Heroria glanced at the content of the users on the spellcaster forum.
Several replies were very interesting, and she couldn't help but want to participate in them.
"How should I reply to them?" Heroria asked again.
"This … The magic net's current coverage is only in Noland, and the Holy City can't receive information from the magic net. The content that you see, Lady Saintess, was stored a few hours ago."
The adjutant explained to the Saintess Heroria according to the "magic net's instruction manual."
"In the Holy City, I can only see the past content, but not join the discussion? Is there any post related to the church on this forum? "
Heroria could vaguely guess the reason for Cheryl's defection.
Under the Saintess' command, the adjutant immediately found a post he was most familiar with on the spellcaster forum. It was the Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor. The number of replies to the diary had officially exceeded a thousand, and it was hung at the top of the 'Immovable Library'.
"Sister Skotan, what an ancient name. Is this the reason for your defection? Cheryl. "
Heroria had already obtained the information she wanted. She shifted her gaze away from the magic net, and at this moment, a light ball floated to Heroria's shoulder.
This light ball was a living creature. It whispered a few words into Heroria's ear, and then turned into specks of light and disappeared.
"You can return to Noland in three days as the guide to the crusade against the devil."
"Three … three days?"
The adjutant was surprised to hear this news. The portal to Noland had been completely closed, and if he wanted to return, he would have to rely on walking from the Holy City to Noland.
However, this distance would take more than three months on horseback, and this was under the premise that nothing unexpected happened.
"There seems to be a special portal under the church in Noland … I only have one request now, to bring back a primordial crystal that contains the 'magic net', and to find out if there's a way to connect to the magic net across countries."
Heroria was sure that 'Sister Stanco' was the defected Cheryl.
As a Saintess, she could not leave the Holy City without permission unless there were special circumstances. Thus, if she wanted to contact Cheryl, she could only rely on the mysterious magic net.
"This is the operating fund. If you want to stay in Noland, do your best to complete the task I give you."
A golden inscription appeared on Heroria's fingertip. She waved it, and a pile of gold and jewels floated in front of the adjutant. He hurriedly stretched out his hands to catch the gold and jewels.
"Otherwise, I might recommend you to become an ascetic."
"Ascetic … Saintess … I … understand."
The adjutant held the gold and jewels in his hands, but his heart was filled with bitterness. The so-called ascetics were people who dedicated themselves to the gods. Although their status was very high, their lives were extremely difficult …
But facing this request, the adjutant had no right to refuse, because he had already accepted Heroria's bribe.
He looked at the smile on Saintess Heroria's face. In the eyes of her believers, this smile was no less than bathing in the light of the gods.
But in the adjutant's eyes, it was no different from a demon!
Sure enough … this was the temptation of a demon!
… … …
Hearthstone Tavern, Hall of Silence.
"This is your job. Do you have any more questions?"
Josiah spent a few minutes explaining to Pluck the use of the 'Voice of Noland', as well as the work he needed to be responsible for.
This Faceless Demon had a good voice, which might have something to do with his race. As a Faceless Demon with the title of Deceiver, if his voice was unpleasant, probably not many people would be willing to listen to this demon's instigation.
In "This Demon Is Not Too Cold", Pluck used his original voice. His slightly hoarse male voice attracted many female viewers who came to watch the movie.
"New … news?"
Using a slow voice, Pluck uttered an extremely unfamiliar word.
Ever since he stepped into the Hearthstone Tavern, he had come across many unfamiliar words. Josiah had already explained his job to Pluck.
Every morning, he would arrive at the Hearthstone Tavern at 9 am sharp and sit in the Hall of Silence, narrating the contents of the article.
Pluck could read human words, so it was not difficult for him to spend ten minutes a day reading a manuscript.
But this time, Josiah had not only hired him, but also all the members of the Black Pigeon behind him.
"You can think of news as valuable information. This is what the members of the Black Pigeon have been doing all this time. Any recent important or interesting news in Noland will be reported to all the residents of Noland through the 'Voice of Noland'."
Josiah gave this Deceiver an explanation that he could understand.
"You mean to give the information to all the residents of Noland for free?"
Pluck's comprehension ability wasn't bad, but what Josh wanted to do, to a professional information broker like him, was undoubtedly a business that would result in a huge loss.
"But Your Highness Josiah, you won't get anything if you do this … The information collected by the Black Pigeon is valuable enough for some spellcasters in Noland to spend a lot of money to buy it. You will make all the information lose its value."
Pluck's experience in this organization was even longer than the current leader, the Dark Elf Qianmian. He clearly knew that even though the Black Pigeon belonged to the dark side of Noland, it was a low-level organization.
But precisely because of this, some merchants in Noland would not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy information from the Black Pigeon in order to get hold of the weaknesses of their opponents.
Information was a commodity to the Black Pigeon. What Josiah was doing was equivalent to giving away this commodity for free.
"Pluck, if I do this, I will gain an audience of close to ten thousand people in Noland … or even a hundred thousand people."
At this moment, Josiah revealed something called 'ambition' to this swindler.
"Imagine, they open the Magic Net and activate Noland's Voice. Every morning, they will be able to know the latest happenings in Noland through your narration. Whether it is an unimaginable event or some interesting small news, they will be able to know the latest developments in Noland at the first moment. For any resident of Noland, this is enough for them to sit down and listen to the news for a few minutes."
Josiah believed that the real attraction of the radio was not some musical or some late-night story, but the relaxing news in the radio. Everyone would be concerned about what was happening around them.
"Your Highness Josiah … Is there any meaning in doing this?"
Pluck still could not understand the meaning or value of doing this. The Black Pigeon could at least get some gold coins by selling information, but if it was treated as' news', there would be no profit.
"The meaning lies in the fact that there will be hundreds of thousands of people willing to sit down quietly and listen to your voice. This is like a church preaching. In a city, there will be hundreds of people willing to listen to a preacher's speech …"
"…"
After listening to Josiah's simple analogy, Pluck wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
This swindler finally understood what kind of impact 'Noland's Voice' would bring to this world.
"But if you want to hire all the members of the Black Pigeon, you need to wait for Qianmian to return to Noland. She will probably only return to the human world after a week."
Pluck's position in the Black Pigeon was not high. This was originally a loose organization. Only the current leader of the Black Pigeon, the dark elf Qianmian, could make the members listen obediently.
"Then wait for her to return before we formally discuss the details of the employment. You can go back now."
Josiah did not ask this swindler to stay. Ever since 'This Demon Is Not Too Cold' was released, Squirrel Street, starting from the Black Pigeon Hotel, had already vaguely developed into a tourist attraction.
If Josiah made another movie in the future and used that place as the location, perhaps it could really be turned into a Hollywood.
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