After the conversation with the Shadow Walker, Baiyi decided that it was about time for him to leave, so he dragged the three Hentai Souls back to him. Although he had only let them experience the Void for less than an hour, the moment he pulled them back, the three Hentai Souls, who had boasted that they would fight him to the death with their willpower and faith, were no different from dead fish.
Baiyi poked them with his consciousness, and a weak, lifeless voice came from the other side. "Lord Keeper, please spare me! I won't do it again!"
What did it feel like to leave Baiyi's protection and face the Void? It was probably like being dragged out of a warm bed and thrown into a pool of ice water on a winter morning. No matter how strong a person was, they would not be able to withstand such torture, let alone these guys who had long been accustomed to Baiyi's protection.
"You're so useless! How embarrassing! It's only been a while, and you've already become like this. Have you ever thought that I've been facing the Void like this all the time?" Baiyi asked coldly.
"No wonder you've become like this. After staying in that kind of environment for thousands of years, people will change, right?" The Devil suddenly interrupted. It had been eavesdropping on the conversation between Baiyi and the Shadow Walker, waiting for the right moment to speak. Now that the opportunity had presented itself, it asked, "Do you want to enslave some demons to be your fighters? Those low-level demons may be stupid and weak, but they're pretty good as cannon fodder. "
"There's no need for that," Baiyi rejected sternly. Baiyi vehemently rejected the offer and replied in a serious tone, "Even if I were to wage war against the Church, I have never thought of wiping them out or slaughtering their worshippers. The Church has its reasons for existing. We just need a more obedient and sensible Church."
"Besides, even if I need manpower, I won't consider the demons," he added.
More than half of the world's population were believers. If Baiyi really wanted to destroy the Church, these people would bring a lot of trouble to the Voidwalkers. Killing them all would go against Baiyi's principles and style. Therefore, the ultimate goal of the war with the Church was to make them submit and stop causing trouble for him.
Since the Devil had been snubbed, it did not say anything else. The Void became quiet again. Baiyi shifted his attention back to reality. After calculating the time in his mind, he felt that it was about time. Picking up the communication slate, he made a simple call to a few people.
Thus, on a night when the nobles were supposed to be indulging themselves in banquets, balls, and salons, an important message exploded among the nobles. They pushed aside the men and women around them, bade farewell to their guests, and gathered their trusted aides and family members to discuss the message Baiyi had just delivered.
"This year, the university will decide on the number of sponsored students in advance and expand the total number to 15."
It was such a simple message, and it sounded like it was good news? However, the noble parents who wanted to send their incompetent children to university did not feel relaxed at all. Their expressions were even particularly grave.
"Father, this is good news!" An aristocratic young master, who looked like a playboy, seemed rather excited as he said to his elderly father, "This time, I can finally enter this dream-like school!"
His father, however, did not feel his son's joy. He only looked at him helplessly and angrily before shaking his head. He knew that the boy did not care much about knowledge and power. The only reason he wanted to enter Da Xue was because he wanted to coat himself with a golden shell so that he could show off in front of others.
Nowadays, Da Xue's status was so high that even the farmers in the fields knew that only the best of the best could enter the holy temple of learning. If one could successfully graduate, it would mean that he was the best among his peers. If one could even get a graduation necklace that represented an outstanding graduate, then he would be a hero of the younger generation.
Even if one was admitted as a sponsored student, the fact that one could get into Da Xue was a powerful proof of one's family background. It was more than enough to satisfy the nobles' desire to show off. After all, to these people who did not have to worry about food or clothing, showing off in a different way was one of the few ways to satisfy their spiritual needs.
The noble father understood this, so he did not object to spending money to send his son to Da Xue. After all, from the feedback of his old friends in his circle, after spending so much money to send their son to Da Xue and graduate, they all agreed that the money was well spent. Indeed, their descendants had undergone a complete transformation in Da Xue. Even the clumsy playboys who used to be useless had undergone earth-shattering changes. Some of them even decided to continue to sponsor Da Xue in the future, so that more of their descendants could enter the university.
These words were not out of respect for Da Xue, but from the bottom of their hearts. As for why those hopeless playboys had undergone such a drastic change? It was easy to understand. The atmosphere and environment had a great impact on the adolescent. In the environment of Da Xue, when faced with the truly powerful teachers and the towering Dean of Hope, family background meant nothing. Money and power were a joke. So, as long as one was not truly retarded, they would be able to learn what they were supposed to do. Even if they could not learn it for the time being, things like the Jawflower could help them learn it quickly.
That was why the noble father wanted to send his useless son to Da Xue for a good makeover. He had tried it last year, but he had missed the opportunity by a small margin. This year, the quota had increased, and he felt that the chances were even slimmer. His family was the largest tea merchant in the Empire, and they were rich enough to rival a country. However, the Dimensional War had destroyed half of his tea plantation, and many of his workers had been injured or killed. Now, they were in a very difficult period. Although the family was still well-off, it was hard to say whether or not they would be able to recover. After all, there were many strong competitors who had their eyes on the lucrative business of tea leaves.
What gave him a headache was the sudden increase in the number of slots this time. This was not necessarily a good thing. In the past, when there were only 10 slots, many families would retreat in the face of difficulties, so there were not many competitors. But now that the number of slots suddenly increased, it made the slightly weaker families restless. Among them, there was no lack of nouveau riche families that had just made a fortune from the national crisis. If these guys joined in, it would disrupt the situation that was originally controlled by the top families.
There were not many families that could satisfy Dean Hope's monstrous appetite in the first place. All they had to do was give in and give in to each other, and the quota had already been allocated. Now that the quota had suddenly increased, the nobles did not want to see it.
"Looks like this time, Dean Hope's desire is no longer limited to normal resources and money …" the noble father muttered. He had already received news that Dean Hope had killed a Church's priest in public during a meeting, and now that he had done something like this, he was afraid that his true intentions were not as simple as they seemed.
Considering the news from the palace that the Emperor had rejected the deal with the Church, the nobles could not help but think of many possibilities.
"Have someone prepare the boxes in the safe in the basement. Also, hire the best craftsmen. We'll have a good rest," the noble father said to his youngest son.
"Huh? Father, aren't there some famous paintings in there? As far as I know, Dean Hope is not interested in them, "the youngest son said, a little numb.
"I meant the basement of the ancestral house," the old noble father said, holding his forehead in exasperation.
"Ugh … He's going to use that? But Father, didn't you say that the Divine Relic is our family heirloom? We can't take it out, can we? "
"No matter how heirloom it is, it's still just an object. We're lucky to be able to satisfy Dean Hope's appetite with an object," the old noble explained helplessly. The elderly nobleman explained helplessly. Looking at his son's confused expression, he sighed and continued, "If you can successfully enroll, you can major in politics and economics."
Conversations like this between a landlord and his foolish son played out in many families across the Empire. Many nobles seemed to have misunderstood Baiyi's intentions, thinking that he was trying to force them to choose a side between the Church and Da Xue. This was a difficult choice for many nobles. Logically speaking, they should have ignored or even rejected Baiyi's offer. However, the so-called power and money they had were meaningless in the face of the Voidwalkers' absolute power and unreasonable behavior. It would be fine if the Church won, but if the Voidwalkers won, they would be in big trouble.
More importantly, the Emperor seemed to have made his stand.
Therefore, all the nobles who were contacted by Baiyi made the same decision: increase the price, offer the most valuable items, and refuse to take a side.
Little did they know that Baiyi had no intention of forcing them to choose a side. He did not even need the Emperor, much less these nobles. All he wanted was to earn a large sum of money. His goal was not to defeat the Church, but to save up funds for the research and development of Earth's technology.
Baiyi just did not expect the nobles to be so fond of scaring themselves. Even the slightest rumor would cause their imaginations to run wild. At the same time, they were so well-informed that they even knew the Emperor's stance on the matter, yet they had completely misunderstood Baiyi's intentions.
While Baiyi was making his arrangements, Vidomina, who had just parted ways with him, did not listen to him and go back to her room to rest. Instead, she ran to Mia's room, her eyes brimming with anticipation and excitement. She pushed the door open and entered the room. The other girls were there as well. They were all gathered around a messy table, appraising the gifts Baiyi had brought home.
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