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"Oh, I see. Go prepare the carriage; we will head to Storm Harbor later," Xiar replied calmly.
"Yes, young master."
The guard acknowledged and turned to leave the room.
Once he was gone, Xiar looked at Warner and continued their previous conversation. "Right now, our main research focuses are the Source Elixir, Totem Armor, and Fairy Bean... especially the Source Elixir. Its effects are far stronger than those of the Totem Armor."
"Indeed, the First Level Source Elixir can grant an ordinary person strength comparable to a School-Level Warrior, while the Secondary Source Elixir is equivalent to the Ultimate Evolution Body, surpassing even the Ultimate Warrior. Unfortunately, we still lack concrete research leads on the Third-Level Source Medicine; Ultimate Evolution remains a significant challenge," Warner sighed.
"There's no need to rush; we still have time. I think you should focus more on researching Radiation Monsters. These creatures are all natural Evolutions influenced by Source Power and offer stronger research potential compared to Totem Beasts," Xiar suggested.
"I've already issued orders for Cult members to go hunting. To be honest, your Source Cult is indeed quite effective; it seems more refined than the religious model of the True God Cult," Warner observed curiously.
"Nothing much; it's just a matter of choosing the best practices."
Xiar waved his hand dismissively, not feeling particularly proud of it. After all, the establishment of the Source Cult was almost a direct copy of religions from his past life, making him feel like a mere plagiarist.
During his university days, he had taken a religious studies course due to various fantastical fascinations.
Little did he expect that this seemingly insignificant elective would allow him to navigate this other world with ease. He successfully created a religion centered around the Parasitic Cricket and guided by the Magic Web, using the Source of All Things as its faith, thereby ensuring people's peace and prosperity.
As someone determined to establish an unparalleled dominant force, Xiar understood well the benefits of such beliefs.
History had proven countless times in medieval Europe that followers would wage devastating wars for their faith without fear of casualties, even considering death and return to their halls as the highest honor!
The two methods—Parasitic Cricket and Magic Web—perfectly ensured the loyalty of followers, eliminating any concerns about betrayal; all that was needed was to develop freely.
Of course, this was merely a transition, and Xiar felt indifferent to being regarded as a deity.
What he pursued was the construction of a true advanced civilization, at which point the Source Cult would be completely abandoned, becoming nothing more than a topic of casual conversation.
Even if worshipped as a god, with only a mere one or two hundred years of lifespan, should such a god be considered pitiable or just sad?
As Xiar was about to leave, Warner asked, "The lord is looking for you; it must be because several nobles have recently suffered brain death, right?"
"That seems likely, but it's also possible that someone has realized the connection between the Source Cult and us," Xiar replied with an expression devoid of emotion, even breaking into a faint smile. "Coincidentally, those fellows are coming over too; we can deal with them together. A month should be more than enough!"
"In Farn County, there can only be one voice!"
"Do you need me to come along?" Warner asked with just that one question.
"No need; you stay here and continue your research."
"Alright." Warner nodded and turned to enter the laboratory located underground in the estate.
Their time together had allowed him to understand many of Xiar's hidden cards, so he naturally didn't worry about his safety...
Half an hour later, a carriage drove out from the estate. The carriage was adorned with a large light purple flower emblem, which was the symbol of the lord's family—the Purple Dewflower.
This flower resembled an orchid and bloomed during the autumn when leaves fell. When in full bloom, it painted the mountains and fields in breathtaking beauty.
The messenger was a man with a somewhat delicate appearance. Xiar remained silent throughout the journey, showing no intention of asking questions, and the messenger also kept quiet as they arrived at the lord's residence.
“Xiar, please follow me.” The man led the way through the grand entrance of the City Lord's Mansion.
The mansion resembled a European castle, with towering ten-meter-high walls, a heavy iron gate, and pointed domes, all in a silvery-gray hue adorned with various animal sculptures.
Upon passing through the gate, they entered a long corridor that extended into a flower garden.
Then, Xiar arrived in a spacious and brightly lit room, where many people had already gathered, all casting hostile glances in his direction.
After a moment, a short and stout middle-aged man strode in, dressed in an ornate silver robe embroidered with purple patterns. He held a silver-white scepter and walked directly to the main seat.
“Lord of the City!” The crowd in the hall respectfully bowed and greeted him.
Xiar followed suit with a slight bow before raising his head to look at the man.
The man appeared to be around forty years old, sporting a round beer belly and a chubby face that gave him a somewhat comical appearance. If he weren't sitting in the main seat, Xiar might have mistaken him for an ordinary uncle.
“Please take your seats; feel free to speak your minds,” the City Lord waved his hand dismissively, showing no airs of authority.
The group gathered around the circular table in the center of the hall and took their seats.
It was evident that everyone was focused on Xiar, most sitting directly across from him, with the closest person still two seats away.
Xiar's expression remained unchanged, though he felt an urge to laugh.
“Mestlin Family heir Charles Mesterling, you are reported by five nobles including Milwyn and Ritt for having harmed their heirs and family heads, leading to their unconsciousness. What do you have to say about this?” The city lord Charles tapped the table calmly.
He was not a Spirit Master, merely an ordinary person, but being the highest authority in such a vast region as Farn County clearly indicated he possessed considerable strength.
“Sorry, it wasn’t me. I didn’t even know about this matter. Please do not slander me recklessly, or it would be seen as hostility towards the Mestlin Family!” Xiar replied defiantly.
The head of the Milwyn Family suddenly stood up, pointing at him angrily, “Earlier, you ordered your subordinates to brutally injure my nephew Todd. Now you pretend to know nothing?”
The Todd he referred to was a member of the Milwyn Family who had been in charge of managing the gold mine but had been severely injured and thrown out by Marcus, and had yet to recover.
“Oh, forcibly occupying our family’s foundation—if we’re being serious, injuring him is already showing leniency on my part. Otherwise, according to noble law, I should have delivered his head to you.” Xiar narrowed his eyes, his tone calm yet threatening.
The other party’s face twitched with anger as he shouted, “Bastard…”
However, when he met Xiar’s clear and tranquil blue eyes, he instantly felt a fear that pierced his soul, as if he were facing a monster that could devour him!
“My Lord Viscount, please do not forget that while the Mestlin Family may be weak, we will not allow such slander!” Xiar declared firmly, scanning the room as people averted their gazes, unwilling to meet his eyes.
He suddenly found it somewhat amusing; their actions seemed childish to him, akin to children playing house.
What pitiful creatures they were, completely unaware of how formidable their opponent was, like moths drawn to a flame seeking their own demise!
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