Chapter 649: Arrival of the Son of God

Chapter 649: Arrival of the Divine Child

Madame Tangli peeled an orange while listening to Philomena's narration, though she kept feeding the pieces into her own mouth, never passing a single segment to the young girl.

Old Man Delon looked at Philomena as if seeing his wife in her youth; Madame Tangli would never admit this girl resembled her, but that did not stop her from hating "herself."

Many people in this world would shudder at the thought of trying to imagine living with someone identical to themselves as family.

After listening to the account, Madame Tangli nodded and said, "Counting it like this, it's only reasonable that you were overturned this time."

Philomena closed her eyes.

Madame Tangli continued, "Keep taking walks with me in the future, and I'll tell you about some things from my youth."

If the previous walks were purely instruction in combat techniques, then according to the meaning of these words, the instillation of experience was about to begin.

Hearing this, Philomena opened her eyes; clearly, she was tempted.

She disliked Madame Tangli, just as Madame Tangli disliked her;

But this did not prevent her from wanting to learn things from Madame Tangli, nor did it prevent Madame Tangli from wanting to teach her.

"To put it bluntly, you simply haven't seen enough of the world; but you can't be blamed for that, only your grandmother who kept you raised at home. I'll tell you about the opponents I encountered in the past, consider it a recollection of my youth."

Having spoken, Madame Tangli stood up, just as Old Man Delon returned after arranging the transfer of the hospital ward.

Certain things Madame Tangli still decided to keep from her husband. Although her husband had changed a lot recently, especially in his attitude toward family, he had after all just been promoted to Bishop, a time when he was shedding tears of gratitude toward the Church of Order and willing to offer up everything, so it was better not to add to his psychological burden.

"Finished talking?" Delon asked in a low voice.

"What, does our Lord Bishop intend to make some kind of concluding speech?"

"Hehe." Delon smiled, looking at Philomena lying on the hospital bed, and said, "Recover well, and make sure to rest."

Promptly, he and his wife walked out of the ward.

After sitting in the car, Madame Tangli asked, "Is Karen at home?"

"I was just on the phone in my office with the office of the Whip of Order, and Richard told me Karen is at the headquarters building. Should we go see him?"

"No need, call him home for a meal in a couple of days. It's not appropriate to look for him at his place of work."

"Richard said Karen was injured."

"Why didn't you say so earlier!"

"You didn't ask earlier..."

"Oh ho, you really are different now. Having become a Bishop and donned a set of red robes, you dare talk back?"

"No... No."

"Alas, as expected, not a single man is any good. Once they get it, they don't know how to cherish it. Now that you've risen in rank, you look down on the woman who accompanied you through poor and bitter days."

Delon: "..."

"Hurry up to the headquarters building of the Whip of Order. You don't know how your Bishop position came to be, do you? You don't know how the person who sat in this position before was dismissed?"

"He embezzled construction funds..."

"Was he the only one?" Madame Tangli rolled her eyes at her husband. "Who they were clearing a spot for, don't you have any idea in your heart?"

Delon immediately started the car, but still countered with a slight stubbornness, "A position in the Church, how can you make it sound like buying vegetables at the market..."

"Shut up!"

...

"Phew..."

Blanche very carefully peeled off the last piece of charred skin, and then performed intensive treatment on this area.

After everything was done, she wiped away her sweat.

"Thank you for your hard work." Karen sat up from the bed.

"Minister, please be careful not to touch water these next few days, and do not engage in strenuous exercise, otherwise it will easily leave scars."

Karen looked down at the "tender, blood-red" new skin on his body, nodded with a smile, and then picked up a clean divine robe to put on.

"Go back and rest, Blanche."

"All right, Minister."

Blanche packed up her tools, picked up her medical kit, and left the office. She was a bit overextended and needed to meditate well.

After she left, Karen walked into the washroom, held out his hands toward the mirror, and water droplets continually flew out from his palms, touching the areas outside of his wounds to wash himself.

But this kind of washing had no soul; it lacked the relaxation of a usual shower, merely tricking himself into believing he was clean now.

Walking behind the office desk to sit down, Karen pressed the desk bell, and soon, Wick walked in.

"Minister, Mr. Alfred called just now. He said he is accompanying Eisley to take the little bone dragon to the research institute."

"Alright, I understand. Then you should first draft a mission plan. An envoy delegation from the Desert Church is about to arrive in our region to hold a secret meeting with our higher-ups. The meeting location should be the Ankara Hotel, and the security level is defined as medium-high."

"Yes, Minister. I will bring it for your review once I have prepared it."

"There is one more thing. Go to the Church Hospital tonight and meet with the Minister of Reconnaissance. He has some work he wants to arrange for you."

"Understood. I will pack my things in a moment and head over. It won't delay work."

"Mm, good. Go get busy."

"Yes, Minister."

Neo intended to let Wick manage the Remnants of Light organization. Currently, there were three group leaders in this organization, namely Bertha, Vernon, and Helen. Recently, they should be contacting other Remnants of Light, but considering that the York City Region was the old foundational territory of Order, after several rounds of severe crackdowns, there weren't many Remnants of Light in this area to begin with, so they should be short-handed.

But right now, there was an opportunity to use them. If the higher-ups were determined to seek revenge and strike at the Desert Church, since they were coming to your territory for a meeting, if you wanted them dead, they had to die in a way that had no direct connection to you;

At this time, it was the turn for the useful Remnants of Light organization to make an appearance. They would take the blame, while it would also help them make a name for themselves, just like a terrorist organization claiming responsibility for a terrorist attack. Once their reputation was out there, it would make it convenient to attract more members to join.

Therefore, before this plan began, Wick should go over and take control of this organization.

Karen rubbed his temples. He wanted to return to the dormitory building to rest, but at the thought that Pu'er had also gone to the research institute, and that the dog at home might have followed along too, leaving an empty house, there was no point in going back.

But just as he poured ice water and picked up the newspaper, ready to enter a busy and fulfilling state of work, Richard knocked and entered, followed by Grandma and the old man.

"Karen, you're injured?"

"It's nothing major..."

Next, under Madame Tangli's strict gaze, Karen could only return to the lounge and let Grandma personally examine the treated injury.

By the time he finally sent Grandma and the others away, the sky had already turned dark. Karen received another phone call from Eisley, the general idea being that treatment, examination, and formulating a breeding plan would take a long time, at least a month.

The main reason was still the treatment. It was still to blame on Karen, who had suffered a serious injury along with the little bone dragon just after returning. If the injury didn't recover, the specific examination would be inaccurate, and the breeding plan couldn't be perfect.

Pu'er and Kevin would accompany Conna at the research institute for a month.

After hanging up the phone, Karen walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the cold wind outside blow in. For a moment, he actually felt a visual sense of being an empty-nester.

However, this thought did not last long, because a letter of visit was quickly delivered to Karen by Richard.

The signature was: Salaina.

The Divine Child of the Luna Church, inside whose body was sealed "a piece" of Ankara.

"Why is she still in York City? Hasn't she returned to the Luna Church?" Karen asked.

Richard pondered for a brief moment, then answered swiftly:

"She is currently the diplomatic priest of the Lunar Church stationed within the Church of Order. Because of the recent wrapping up of the war between the Lunar and Samsara Churches, she has been running back and forth between our region and the Dingle Region.

"Although the war between the two churches has been officially declared over and the peace treaty signed, she still retains her status as a diplomatic priest, continuing to pull strings and build connections here.

"Word has it that she is laying the groundwork to gradually rise through the ranks later using her status as a Goddess's child, hoping to secure support from our Order."

Karen looked at Richard with a touch of surprise. "How do you know all this?"

"Ah... we don't have much work usually, so I just sit there reading newspapers and official dispatches, browsing through everything, and so... I found out."

"Let me ask you, if you were put in charge of gathering intelligence on the current political situation, how would you go about it?"

Richard thought it over and replied, "First, gather the recent movements of people connected to you, and then gather the dynamics of those who might be connected to you in the future."

Karen nodded and said, "Go talk to Alfred. Tell him it is my wish, and have him arrange an office for you, specifically tasked with collecting this kind of situational intelligence."

"Really?"

"Really."

"I get to be an office director too?"

"Yes."

"Um, Karen, it's not that I'm out of my mind or ungrateful, but are you doing this specifically to give me a boost?"

"No, it's because I've been promoted too quickly, and there are too many vacant slots left below. There are more positions than living people."

"Oh, that's fine then, I feel much better, hahaha!"

Richard burst into laughter, looking like a newly minted fool.

Karen was

"Very well."

Without taking a single sip of tea, Salaina rose and took her leave. Karen did not see her out. Instead, he picked up the gift registry and walked straight toward the District Chief's office.

Perhaps out of a habit born from pushing open Neo's door without knocking, he did not knock this time either when he opened the District Chief's office. The secretary at the entrance had not dared to stop him. As soon as Karen stepped inside, he saw Sousse arranging folders and uncapping a fountain pen.

"So, ahem, that Goddess of the Moon child came to see you?"

A public visit of this nature was impossible to conceal from anyone.

"Yes, District Chief."

Karen placed the gift registry down in front of Sousse.

Sousse opened the registry, glanced over it, and raised an eyebrow. "Ho, she is certainly willing to spend a fortune. What is it she is asking for?"

"The same as Dark Moon Island. She wishes to use our place as a temporary dormitory."

"But Dark Moon Island is an affiliate of our Church, while the Church of the Moon is not. This matter will be rather sensitive."

"Which is why I have come to report to you."

"Mm, and what is your take on it? What I mean to ask is, is your relationship with that Child of God the same as your relationship with that Princess of Dark Moon Island?"

"It is not."

"Oh, then that makes things easy. I will make a memorandum of this and pass it through the proper channels upstairs.

As for this gift registry, I will issue a certificate for you, and you will hand it over.

After that, it will enter our headquarters' financial system and turn into a subsidy. How about we split it fifty-fifty? Your and Neo's department can take half as a stipend allowance, and that way, the coupons will be washed clean."

"Of course, that is not a problem."

"Is there anything else?"

"She promised that once her people arrive, she will regularly cover their expenses."

"Then those expenses will surely pass through our hands as well?"

"Yes, precisely."

"Intercept it all and use it to maintain your Dark Moon warriors."

"This..."

"Dark Moon Island is our own dog. Even if the higher-ups look into it one day, spending these coupons on them will cause us no trouble. But if we use it on the people of the Church of the Moon, it will be easy for things to become unclear, leaving behind hidden dangers for the future."

"Your handling is most wise."

"Mm, then let us proceed accordingly. Oh, right, Karen, do you know anyone in the Samsara Church or any of the other divine churches?"

"What do you mean?"

Sousse slapped the desk in excitement, laughing as he swore:

"What a damn brilliant project this is for earning foreign currency!"