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Chapter 470

"No matter who you are, you must go out once a week." Katob stood outside the Holy Cathedral, looking at the building that worshipped the God of Eldridge.

According to the regulations of the New Kingdom of Royas, every citizen of the Kingdom of Roya must go to the church at least once a week to pray devoutly. Even if it was inconvenient for them to move around, they needed to carry a statue of the god with them for simple prayers.

Whether they truly believed in Eldridge or not, this was written in the regulations of the New Kingdom of Royas. Nobles could only go a few times, but they had to go. Otherwise, the local council would impeach them. The worst case scenario would be losing their noble citizenship, and the best case scenario would be a fine.

There was a saying in the New Kingdom of Royas: In this country, there were only two things you couldn't escape: death and praying to His Majesty Eldridge.

Therefore, no matter what, people would take time to go to the Holy Cathedral to pray. If they had free time, they would even go a few times, as if to show how much they loved His Majesty Eldridge.

Even the nobles were no exception. No matter how pious they were, they still had to do their job. In the church, the bodyguards of the Grandmaster of Combat couldn't stay close to protect them, especially during prayers.

"This is the time when they are most vigilant and most relaxed. No one would be so bold as to make a move when the other party is praying. The people in the church will go crazy." Katob sneered at the thought of the people in the church. Those guys were one of the reasons why the Yogus family was in ruins.

The nobles had to maintain their dignity. No one knew when it started, but an unspoken rule appeared between the nobles and the church. When the nobles went to the church to pray, the tribute couldn't be too shabby.

It wasn't a lot, and the commoners could afford it. But thinking about the frequency, it was difficult for the fallen nobles to maintain the family's dignity. Every once in a while, they had to pay protection fees to the church. This was also a heavy burden.

"What I have to do is absolutely not to show the face of the Grandmaster of Combat." Kabuto was on the verge of madness, but his madness was calm. He understood that if he didn't take the risk, the Yogus family would definitely be finished.

Therefore, his craziness was a craziness that would give everything he had.

Negri sat at the top of the church, watching the farce below.

Katob's chances of success were only fifty-fifty.

As if seeing something, Negri stretched out his hand and grabbed at the void, pulling a butterfly into his hand.

"Sir, are you interfering with their future?" Lanshan was wearing a long dress, sitting sideways beside Negri. She was holding a parasol in her hand to help Negri block the sunlight. Although the sunlight wouldn't affect Negri at all, Lanshan insisted on doing so.

"No, I just wanted to spice things up a little." Negri replied: "According to the information we have, in three minutes, a member of the clergy will be attracted by the butterfly and see Katob's arrangements, causing him to lose everything."

"That would be too boring. The gap between the two sides is too big. As the weaker side, the youngster needs more opportunities." Negri casually said, but only he himself knew what his true goal was.

As Negri advanced to Path rank, even if it was only a part of him, Lanshan and the others couldn't understand him anymore.

In an unknown place, an endless golden light shone. Something in the world of flames seemed to be changing, causing the world to change and covering a few things.

"This feeling of being a part of history is quite a special feeling." Negri knew very well what the other party's goal was. The Ghostman ritual and the ceremonial blade were things he left behind. Through the passage of time, these things had become legends among the people of the world, influencing generations after generations.

The butterfly in his hand once again spread its wings and flew. Its trajectory was reflected in Negri's eyes and gradually became a fixed trajectory. Everything about this butterfly was now under Negri's control.

Katob was wearing a priest's robe and carrying a box, walking to the side. The priests who had a high enough rank were busy collecting 'tributes'. As long as one was brave and careful, pretending to be a priest in a church wasn't a problem.

And people always lacked vigilance towards priests in churches.

In a situation where there were no bodyguards, Katob unexpectedly succeeded. He knocked out the son of City Lord Duran and put him into a small wooden box. Like a normal priest carrying tributes, he hid most of his face under the box. Some passing priests didn't even suspect Katob.

As long as he wasn't unlucky enough to meet a manager who knew all the priests, he wouldn't be exposed.

On the other side, an old priest wearing a luxurious robe walked by. He glanced at the passersby and didn't find anything strange, so he walked past. Only then did Kabuto come over with the box.

Gradually walking to a secluded corner, Katob threw the small wooden box directly into the sewers.

The sewers weren't big, but the small wooden box was just right. Little Parry could fit inside with his curled up body.

"Now I just need to find a chance to get out and find him at the sewers." Katob thought to himself. He quickly went to the front of the church and found a chance to wear the priest's robe inside out, turning it into a barely fitting noble outfit.

"Where's Parry?" On the other side, Duran and the bishop were talking. Suddenly, their gazes froze and they searched the surroundings, feeling a bad premonition.

After apologizing to the bishop, Duran hurriedly searched, but she couldn't find her son. Her aura started to condense, stabilizing her panic. She hurriedly found the bishop and explained the situation.

Although the church had a high status, they didn't want to offend the City Lord. They quickly sent a priest to search and temporarily sealed the church doors.

Watching the priest close the church doors, Katob's expression didn't change. No matter how poor he was, he was still a noble and couldn't be searched unless the other side wanted to offend all nobles. This was the rule of nobles' honor.

However, he suddenly thought of something and his expression changed. He was fine, but Parry was in a small wooden box floating in the sewers. He would be fine for a while, but who knew what would happen after a while.

Looking at Duran's anxious face, Katob thought about these things and finally closed his eyes, his expression becoming calm.

It wasn't until evening that the church opened again. Katob walked out of the church with a face full of complaints, acting like a small noble who had accidentally gotten involved.

After leaving his line of sight and confirming that he was safe, Katob ran towards the sewers.

After searching for a while with a torch, Katob finally found a small wooden box stuck in a corner of the sewers.

The box was extremely quiet. Katob opened it, and under the light of the torch, he saw a small but cold corpse. It seemed to be lacking in oxygen, and its skin was a bit purple.