At that moment, the representatives of the nobles, the royals, and the various associations, including the Association of Sorcerers, who were not particularly fond of the Church, were all feeling very conflicted. Their minds were in a state of chaos. To put it simply, they were like an honest man whose wife had been taken by a village bully.
They had been violated, and this violation was likely to escalate, so they should have fought back. However, this was the Church … Was it not normal for them to feel conflicted?
Baiyi did not further instigate them, nor did he attempt to use an impassioned speech to rouse their courage to resist. To these sly old foxes, all of that was pointless. More importantly, they were only representatives of the Church. How they would deal with the Church in the future was not something that could be decided in a meeting like this. All Baiyi could do was tell them the truth and ignite the powder keg. As for whether it would explode on the spot or be silenced, that was out of his control.
Logically speaking, the meeting should have been adjourned and everyone should have gone home to discuss their future plans. However, the Prince, who had 18 sons, stood up and said to Baiyi, "Sir Hope, forgive me for being blunt, but the reason why the Church is summoning angels with such great fanfare is because of the war between you and them, right? If you could mediate and put an end to this war, these tragedies would not have happened. "
Baiyi did not answer him immediately. Instead, he unbuttoned the cloak on his shoulder. Tisdale, who was standing beside him, quickly unbuttoned the other button and put the cloak away for him. Then, she took a few steps back.
Baiyi transformed into his Black Glutinous Rice Ball form in front of everyone. He casually extended his hand, and an invisible force pulled the Prince towards him, forcing him to look into his eyes.
'Well, the Prince can't seem to find my eyes …'
"Mediate? You want me to be judged by the Church? " Baiyi's voice was low and hoarse, with a slight tremor to it, which was unique to him after his transformation.
That's not what I meant … "The Prince stared at the pulsing black mist on Baiyi's body, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"So, are you planning to convince the Church to allow me, a demon, to exist in this world?" Baiyi asked.
The Prince was speechless for a moment. He realized that he had underestimated the problem. Things had escalated to the point where they were willing to endanger the interests of all mankind to summon an angel. That would definitely be a fight to the death. He thought of mediating based on conventional thinking, but for a moment, he forgot that he was just a Prince. He could not afford to provoke either side.
Baiyi did not say anything more. He quietly placed the man back in his original position and transformed back into his normal form. Then, he left with Tisdale in tow.
The rest of the people in the hall wiped the cold sweat off their foreheads in unison. They knew that the conflict between the Voidwalkers and the Church was the cause of it. Since they could not afford to offend the Church, they could consider attacking the weaker Voidwalkers and force them to take a step back. That way, they could put an end to the war.
Most of the people in the hall had the same thought as the Prince, but they were smart enough not to voice it out loud. Baiyi, however, seemed to have guessed that they would come up with such a ridiculous idea. He flung off his cloak and showed them his unyielding attitude, reminding them that he, too, was not someone they could afford to offend.
However, there were still some who hoped that they would get lucky. They turned to Vice President Grant, who was the highest-ranking person in the hall, and asked, "Sir Vice President, what do you think of Hope's power? Is he a demigod? "
Grant frowned, and his face showed a hint of displeasure. It was as if he was questioning the stupidity of the question. However, in order to prevent the stupidity of the people in the hall from having such unrealistic thoughts, he answered seriously, "His power cannot be measured by rank, and this is not his true power. This is just the tip of the iceberg."
"Is he really that powerful?" The Prince, who was not convinced, asked.
"Why else do you think the Church summoned an angel to deal with him? It's because his power is not something we mortals can fight, "Vice President Grant replied. "Ladies and gentlemen, let me remind you that the war between the Church and the Church is no longer within the realm of mortals. We might not even have the right to watch from the sidelines, so I advise you to put your own safety first."
"But the Church's ritual is so destructive! What are we going to do next?" The Alchemist Union's representative asked worriedly. The Alchemist Union had always been a force that was passionate about exploring new realms, and they had been excavating rare resources from all sorts of small realms. Currently, they were the force that controlled the largest amount of resources, and the Alchemist Union's operations depended on these realms. If the Church continued to act willfully, the Alchemist Union's losses would be unimaginable, and the Alchemist Union might even go bankrupt.
That was why the Alchemist Union was the most panicked of all.
Vice President Grant smiled bitterly at the sharp question that was hard to answer. 'What can I do? I'm in despair! ' Without another word, the Alchemist Union turned around and left.
While Baiyi was in the meeting, directing the hatred towards the Church, the students who were supposed to participate in the Trial of Parazonium had already received the news that the trial had been suspended due to an unforeseen incident. They began to return to Da Xue, one after another. Some of them had smiles on their faces, some looked confused, and some looked as if they had not had enough of the trial.
Over the next few days, Baiyi did nothing but wait patiently for the victims to react. At the same time, he read through the first batch of documents that Umbra had sent him. The documents were mostly about folklore and poems written by bards. It was not difficult to collect them, and there was not much information to be found. The only thing that came out of the documents was that angels were holy, majestic, beautiful, and invincible.
Other than saving Baiyi from having to worry about being ganged up on by angels with eight-pack abs and beards, there was no practical use to it. The key information was still to be stolen from the Church.
Mia, on the other hand, knew that Baiyi needed her help, so she worked even harder than before. She had not slept for a few days now, and she had basically given up all sweets. Her pretty face looked a little thinner than before, and Baiyi's heart ached for her, so he offered to let her rest for a while.
"Huh? Isn't the situation very serious? "Mia asked, confused.
"It's not as serious as you think. Anyway, why don't you take a break today? Let's go out for a walk, "Baiyi said, rubbing his daughter's head.
"Is that so? Then … Mr. Hope, will you come with me? "Mia hugged Baiyi's arm and asked coquettishly with an expectant look on her face.
Baiyi wanted to refuse, but he remembered that it had been a long, long time since he had spent time with his little girl. So, he nodded.
Mia happily went home to change her clothes. Since she was going out on the streets, she could not wear a sorcerer's robe, could she? So the girl happily picked out a bunch of beautiful clothes and short skirts from the wardrobe that covered one wall and began to dress herself up.
After hesitating for a while, she decided on a pink jacket, a checkered skirt, black stockings, and a pair of brown high-top leather boots.
After dressing herself up, she looked in the mirror and saw that she had returned to her youthful self. Still, she felt that something was wrong, so she went upstairs and took off her black stockings and put on a pair of white ones. Then, she tied a pair of bunny hair clips into her ponytails and changed her shoes to round toe leather shoes. Finally, she picked up the hammerhead shark plushie.
When she looked in the mirror, she looked ten years younger, like a little loli. She knew that Baiyi liked her look better this way.
Baiyi, on the other hand, was getting impatient. He knew that girls usually took a long time to dress up, but he was so bored that he could not help but think of a strange idea. Should he change his style as well?
Baiyi took out the Mystic Armor Enigma from his storage pouch. He had spent a lot of time researching it, but he could not figure it out, so he put it aside for the time being. Today, he suddenly took it out because he thought that it would be nice to go shopping with his little girl and change into a new body.
Baiyi placed the talisman on the Enigma and began to transfer his consciousness over to it. Just as he was about to finish transferring his consciousness over, Mia, who was dressed up, walked to his door with the hammerhead shark plushie in her arms and pushed the door open.
Just then, an indescribable wave of energy rippled out from Baiyi's body. Baiyi immediately sensed it, and he quickly cast a vision spell on himself.
When his eyesight recovered, he was shocked to find himself in a completely unfamiliar environment. Little Mia, who was all dressed up, had collapsed at his feet, as if all her energy had been sucked out of her.
Baiyi quickly bent down to pick Mia up and checked her breathing. She had just fainted all of a sudden.
'What's going on? What the hell is this place? ' Baiyi suppressed the shock in his heart and looked around. He was in an unfamiliar street, and there were a lot of people strolling around.
The surroundings were filled with all kinds of quaint buildings, which did not look modern at all. There were many colorful flags and ribbons hanging from these buildings, and there were banners around them, which had arrays drawn on them?!
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