Chapter 723: Order - Awakening! (3/3)

Chapter 723: Order—Awakening! (3/3)

Karen nodded. As expected, there was still significant room for improvement in terms of duration.

Old Saman and Count Rekar, however, harbored no dissatisfaction whatsoever. In fact, they were beyond pleased. They knew that once their time ran low, Karen would recharge them. Theoretically speaking, they were now like patients relying on a miracle drug to sustain their lives; at least their life was restored, and they could enjoy a rather decent living experience.

Even if Karen happened to be too busy to visit, they had no need to worry—they could simply lie back into their coffins early, seal themselves away, and wait.

"Count, you will temporarily be in charge of this manor's security."

"Yes, Young Master."

"Old Saman, familiarize yourself with the formations and environment here first, then see if you can help repair some items for us. Or, if you have any ideas of your own, feel free to put them into practice."

"Of course, that is my duty," Old Saman added. "However, I do have a concept. Do you still remember the refrigerator I gave you?"

"It is still sitting in my house."

"That refrigerator can be modified. We can expand its internal space to encompass this area." Old Saman pointed at the surrounding coffins. "Actually, when I first designed these coffins, I anticipated this step, but I never expected to be able to implement it so early."

"You mean to turn this place into a massive refrigerator?"

"Yes. How did you use it previously? To summon weapons, correct?"

"Yes. Within the bounds of the York City region, I can use it..." Karen took out a formation bead. "...to summon my weapons."

"Then after a successful modification, you will be able to use it to summon..." Old Saman smiled, deliberately pausing before delivering the answer, "...to summon a coffin."

"Summon... a coffin?"

"Yes, and not just one. Several can be summoned together. Of course, the specifics will depend on which individual you need assistance from at the time.

When the moment comes, the coffin can be teleported directly to appear before you, and the occupant inside will be at your disposal.

As for the regional range... if I have the right assistant—I know my refrigerator was modified by someone else, as you mentioned to me—if that master is still around, the two of us working together over some time could expand the teleportation range to cover the entire Vienna territory.

In truth, the greatest difficulty of spatial teleportation lies in protecting the life of the traveler, primarily the soul. Because excessively violent, crude, and rapid spatial teleportation most easily obliterates the soul.

But for us, and those who will lie in these coffins in the future, we are all individuals awakened by you after death. Teleporting us is not much different from teleporting your weapons, because we... have no souls."

"That master is still around. It will cooperate with your work. As for the specifics, let Alfred handle the arrangements; you can coordinate with him."

"Very well."

Teleporting coffins across the entire Vienna territory... Karen took a sip of wine. Once this was truly implemented, wouldn't it mean that wherever he went on Vienna soil, he would always be carrying twelve loyal assistants with him?

Although counting the reserved slots and those still hesitating to move in, there were only four currently, leaving eight empty spaces, they would surely be filled to capacity in the future.

As the banquet concluded, Karen returned to the study and soon received a phone call. The voice on the other end belonged to Bern.

"Karen, how is your recovery progressing? I know you resorted to rather unusual treatment methods recently."

"The results are excellent."

"Excellent?" Evidently, the veteran spymaster found the matter somewhat peculiar.

"Yes, excellent." Karen did not mind giving Bern an impression of peculiarity; sometimes, being intentionally transparent was better than being overly defensive.

"So, you are certain about participating in the investigation team?"

"Yes. Has the deadline arrived?"

"Actually, they are departing in batches. The first, second, and third batches have already arrived. The fourth batch, which is the final one, will gather in the Dingle District this weekend. You can head over a bit early. I recall you still need to attend school there; you can take a day of classes first and fill out the forms to join that society."

"Understood."

"The situation over there is grim. The Wasteland underestimated the infiltration of desert fundamentalism within their own headquarters. The civil war proceeded very smoothly at first, but now it feels as though the tide is being turned back. Thus, internal enemies are always the hardest to deal with. We must learn from this lesson and remain vigilant at all times."

"You are quite right."

"Come see me before you head to the Dingle District. I want to verify your physical condition myself, and don't overthink it."

"I am not afraid of you overthinking it."

"What would I need to overthink regarding a department head who dares to lead a team into a contaminated cavern? Ha." Bern shifted the topic. "On the other hand, that lady seems to be a bit of an eyesore now, but she is the wife of the Son of God, so we cannot make things too embarrassing."

Clearly, Bern and Alfred were thinking along the same lines.

Once obstacles were cleared, the next step was to consider how to climb higher.

"Please leave this matter to me first."

"No problem. If you need any assistance then, just say the word."

"Rest assured, I will not stand on ceremony with you."

"Haha."

Hanging up the phone, Karen stood up and walked out of the office, only to see Old Anderson standing before Count Rekar like a scolded child.

Last time, time had been brief, but this time Count Rekar intended to properly educate the current clan patriarch.

Upon seeing Karen arrive, Count Rekar immediately bowed, and Old Anderson followed his "ancestor" in bowing.

"Carry on."

Karen waved his hand and walked toward the bedroom. In the hallway, he saw Old Saman walking over with Kevin slung over his shoulder, presumably heading downstairs.

"Why are you

"By the way, Brother Karen, I would have called you even if you hadn't called me, because I have a piece of news to tell you, and it's quite wonderful!"

"Loya, I also have something to tell you, though it might be a little sad."

"The surgical plan regarding the symbiosis contract that Brother Karen asked me to have everyone help modify last time—after day and night research by that group of weapon spirits, it's finally finished.

The current version is an exclusive plan tailored precisely to your physical condition, Brother Karen, which guarantees your physical safety while ensuring a high success rate."

"Loya, you've really worked hard, and please thank that group of weapon spirits who helped with this on my behalf. Everyone worked hard. Tell them that I will remember their favor."

"Haha, please rest assured about that, Brother Karen, I can handle them! Right now, I'm practically becoming the leader of that prison-break group, hehe."

"Is that so? Our Loya is truly incredible."

"Of course! Oh, right, Brother Karen, what was the bad news you wanted to tell me? Is it serious?"

"It's not serious. It's just that the plan might have to be redone, because I just changed into a new body."

Loya: "..."

...

The sealed space.

Loya appeared, standing at the highest vantage point.

Below, a crowd of weapon spirits immediately questioned her:

"How is it? Is that great existence satisfied with our plan?"

"He must be satisfied, right? Our plan is absolutely the most perfect one!"

"Yes, I too have great confidence in our plan. It is, after all, the crystallization of our collective wisdom."

"I think we will receive the praise of that great existence right away!"

"Yes, everyone stop talking and wait for Loya to convey the response of the great existence. Hehe, I can hardly wait."

Loya spoke up: "The plan has to be redone."

"What?"

"Why? Is there a problem somewhere?"

"Our plan is absolutely the most suitable for the physical state of that great existence!"

"Yes, exactly! We made the most detailed planning for every single step based on the actual reality!"

"Even the professional grand scholars among the relevant high-level researchers of the Church of Order probably couldn't have done better than us. We possess a far more ancient wisdom than they do!"

Loya put her hands on her hips and shouted furiously:

"It's all because you bunch of big, stupid pigs moved way too slowly!

What are you still standing here feeling so proud of yourselves for? You should thoroughly reflect on yourselves!

Because,

the speed at which you research a plan cannot even catch up with the speed at which the great existence elevates his level of life!"