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Chapter 543 The Competition Continues (4k+)

"Take me to see it!"

Perseus hurried to the meeting room. At this time, on the platform, several maids were cleaning carefully, while those crazy ancestors were still doing their own things.

Inviting the ancestors to another place is a big project, and Perseus can only treat them specially at special times.

"Here, Master Perseus."

Calliope squatted beside a tub and pointed to the underside of the tub.

Perseus looked closely and saw a line of small words written in intermittent handwriting, but he could see that they were not random doodles.

"God...name...answer..."

The name of the god is the answer to all questions? And next to this line of small words there is an abstract painting.

In the picture, several people are sitting together, and above them, a giant head is slowly looking down.

What does this mean? Perseus did not dare to be careless, and quickly asked Calliope to copy the paintings and texts onto paper, and he summoned other archons and magistrates to discuss it together.

"The ancestors probably meant for us to focus on calculating the names of the gods."

Christos frowned and said that due to the sudden attack by the Saint's Faction a few days ago, the work of calculating the names of the gods has been temporarily stopped in recent times.

If the ancestors wanted to hint to the islanders to maintain the status quo, there would be no need for them to give them a special reminder.

"How do we continue? Should we rely on the Saint's Sect or the Wisdom God Cult?"

After hearing what Christos, who was known for his wisdom, said, someone immediately asked a question.

Since the ancestor said so, it means that the option of driving both groups of outsiders out of the Hidden Island is ruled out. Then there is only one question left, who should we trust?

“The previous conflict between the two sides was due to our misjudgment of the situation.

If the Hidden World Island fully controls the two groups of outsiders, they will not have any chance to play any tricks."

Andreas said with a gloomy expression.

Others in the conference room also whispered that they agreed with Andreas's point of view. Indeed, Andreas's estimate of strength was correct.

Most of the islanders have been studying forbidden spells since childhood. In terms of combat effectiveness, both the Saint's Sect and the Wisdom God's Sect can be suppressed.

In addition, the Hidden Island is the home ground of the islanders, and there are many magic arrays and ancient relics that can be borrowed. There will be no problem if we really focus all our attention on these two.

All previous conflicts were caused by negligence.

"Then let's discuss in detail who will be responsible for the negotiations."

Christos pointed outside the door, and Perseus left the guards and maids in the meeting room to continue their work, while the rest of the archons and magistrates filed outside.

"We need someone to keep an eye on the ancestors. They suddenly broke the contract they made, and their future actions are hard to predict."

On the grass outside the meeting room, Christos suddenly changed the subject and turned to the ancestors.

The old man didn’t discuss it in the meeting room because he was afraid that his ancestors would act stupid!

The ancestors were not only the original inhabitants of the Hidden Island, they also had another identity, that is, they were the high-level priests who performed the mass to give birth to conscious beings.

After the old man finished speaking, everyone around him had a thoughtful expression on their faces.

Yes! Why did I let my guard down again? Now the islanders are in an awkward situation. On the one hand, they have to rely on the wisdom of their ancestors to avoid the coming of natural disasters, and on the other hand, they have to be wary of their ancestors because they have torn up the contract.

“Lord Christos, you are right to remind me.

Andreas, you will stay in the meeting room for the time being and observe the ancestors' every move."

It's called observation, but it's actually surveillance. Andreas doesn't have a good impression of those outsiders, and asking him to negotiate with the Church of Wisdom and the Holy Maiden Sect would only cause trouble.

Perseus planned to go there himself later.

"Is there no other choice? I don't want to hear artillery explosions in the middle of the night again."

Andreas was obviously dissatisfied with Perseus' arrangement, and he protested with his eyes wide open.

"You are the most suitable candidate. This is an extraordinary period. As long as the Saint's Sect or the Wisdom God Church gives a result, your mission will be over."

The meaning of Perseus' words was very clear. As long as the name of the gods was obtained, the ancestors would be useless and they could be dealt with as the time came.

"Okay, without further ado, I'll go to the Wisdom Divine Church first."

After saying this, Perseus jumped onto his white horse.

"Your Holiness, we are very sorry for the conflict two days ago. This was a mistake made by Hidden World Island. Please forgive us."

To be honest, Perseus still felt a little guilty after boarding the only remaining ship of the Church of Wisdom.

In the conflict a few days ago, the losses of the Church of Wisdom were obviously greater. Not only did the believers suffer heavy casualties, a warship was completely burned, and the Pope himself was assassinated and nearly died.

I came here today and asked them to continue staying on the Hidden World Island to deduce the name of the god... This is unreasonable no matter how I think about it, and it's even a bit impolite.

"It's okay, Lord Perseus. In the Western Continent, we have many ideological differences between the Wisdom God Cult and the Saint Maiden Cult. The previous battle was just a continuation of these differences."

The Pope sitting opposite Perseus was still the same, with a kind smile and no airs. The assassination attempt at midnight a few days ago did not seem to have left any trace on him.

This Pope is not an ordinary human being, Perseus gave his own judgment.

"Many steam engines must have been burned in the conflict. Your Holiness, you can rest for a few days. If you need a map of the Lost Sea, we can share it with you."

Perseus took a step back and did not mention the task of calculating the names of the gods.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. The Wisdom God Cult is blessed by the Supreme God of mechanical wisdom and steam miracles. We can bear these losses, and it will not affect the work of calculating the names of gods.

Alas, those believers who lost their lives for no reason could have enjoyed themselves in the secular world for a while longer, but they never expected that they would be bathed in the glory of the wise and true God in the blink of an eye. "

Still want to continue?

This answer was a little unexpected for Perseus, and he guessed that the Pope might have other requirements.

Sure enough, the Pope sitting opposite took the cup of tea from Bastoli, took a sip and said slowly:
“Lord Perseus, the reason why we are so serious about this work is that we want to take this opportunity to demonstrate the supreme power of the God of Wisdom.

On the other hand, I am personally interested in the many secrets of the Lost Sea."

Perseus remained calm and waited for the Pope to continue.

"The general terms of our cooperation can remain unchanged, but I would like to discuss the details with you again."

"Your Holiness, please speak."

“According to my estimation, I will be able to give you the answer in a week or two, but by then I will put the name of the deity in a wooden box.

Before you open the wooden box, I need to enter your temple one hour in advance to borrow ancient books."

Perseus was confused by the Pope's proposal. He calculated the names of the gods for us, but had to enter the temple an hour in advance. What did this mean?
Are they afraid that we might go back on our word? Is the Wisdom God Church so nervous?

Perhaps they were worried that the Saint's sect would then deploy their forces to fight them? It was possible, but at present, this condition was not unacceptable. Even if the Pope had deceived them, they could ask him for an explanation when they were controlled in the temple.

Perseus thought for a while and then agreed to the Pope's request.

"Then I won't bother you today. I will ask the elite guards and maids to come over later. You don't have to worry about safety. The Hidden World Island will keep a close eye on the people from the Saint's Sect.

Just focus on manipulating your machine and calculating the name of the god."

Perseus bowed and turned away.

"Lord Perseus, are you sure you want to count the names of the gods?"

As Perseus stepped one foot out the door, the Pope asked another question.

"Of course, this has been the long-cherished wish of the Hidden Island for nearly a hundred years."

The Pope nodded and gave a meaningful smile.

Perseus immediately boarded the "Dog Riding Rabbit" and met Milly Tang in the living room of the expedition ship.

“Miss Millie Tang, even though Farrell was once an islander of the Hidden Island, witches also have a very deep connection with the Hidden Island.

But don’t you think the assassination attempt a few days ago was too rude?”

Perseus' attitude towards the Church of Wisdom was to appease and win them over, but his attitude towards the Saints was to protest and suppress them.

The culprit who acted rashly and ignited the war was the witch in front of him. Perseus was very dissatisfied with her contempt and even a little angry.

"Lord Perseus, my husband just disappeared in the Lost Sea a few days ago due to an ambush by the Wisdom Cult. Did you know that?"

Millie Tang said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"That's your business, but don't forget that you have now docked the ship at the port of the Hidden Island."

Millie Tang wanted to answer "It's the same everywhere", but when she thought about the fact that Liu Yonglu's life or death was still unknown and that the books in the temple on the Hidden Island might still be useful to her, she held back.

"If you need an explanation, I can give you one."

Milly Tang was ready to test Perseus's tone first.

“Originally, other archons and judges proposed to expel you or even destroy you on the Hidden Island, but I think this is also unfair.

Miss Millie Tang, there is another choice before you.

Continue to deduce the names of the gods, but be quicker, at least get ahead of the Wisdom Cult, so that I can explain myself to the other islanders."

Perseus attempted to use the Pope's cooperation to force Millitan to submit.

"Perseus, have you seen steam machinery before the ship of the Wisdom Cult docked at the Hidden Island?"

Marquette, who was beside Millie Tang, spoke up. He couldn't let the judge take the initiative all the time.

"No, the prosperity of the Hidden Island does not depend on these."

Perseus answered honestly.

"Then why do you believe that the Wisdom God Church can give you a satisfactory answer?
People are particularly easy to be deceived when they are desperate. You don't need any sophisticated scams. You just need to tell the other person, "Oh, don't worry, I will take care of everything for you."

Then the fools will fall into the trap.”

Marquette's words were not nice to hear, and he was even secretly mocking Perseus, but they hit the nail on the head and hit Perseus' soft spot.

Yes, I am not sure whether the Wisdom God Church can calculate the name of the god.

But the Saints did! Because they found the rune rubbing board of Mu Continent from somewhere.

"Mr. Marquette, you are putting yourself in the position of an enemy of the Hidden Island by saying this."

Perseus responded coldly.

"So what? Besides, whether we are the enemy of Hidden World Island or not depends entirely on your attitude.

In our Moshizad, facing those vicious enemies, even if we cannot win, we will make them very uncomfortable. "

Marquette lit a cigarette and tapped the rune rubbing board on the coffee table.

The threat is obvious. If the Hidden World Island cannot figure out the pros and cons, we will immediately destroy all rubbings, scrolls, and materials related to Mu Continent!

"I remember what you said, Mr. Marquette."

Perseus did not hide his anger, and then he continued:
"However, I don't think we need to make things so awkward. You can calculate the name of the god, and the Hidden World Island will provide you with the ancient books you need. This is a fair transaction that benefits both parties."

"I agree. Besides, the witch was once a part of the Hidden Island. We will continue to contribute."

After Marquette played the villain, Milliton had to play the villain. She quickly calmed Perseus down:

“However, there are some ancient books about the Horn of Doom that we hope to get in advance to read. We don’t need too many, just a few will do.

After all, you have seen the precious rubbings left over from Mu Continent, and we don’t know if you have what I want.”

Millie Tang wanted to find Xiaohu as soon as possible and let Xiaohu take her to say goodbye to him!

"This...I can't make the decision. I have to go back and discuss it with other consuls and magistrates.

Everyone, I am very satisfied to have reached a consensus with you again. After that, please continue with your previous work. "

Compared to the request of the Church of Wisdom, Perseus thought that Millitan's conditions were more excessive, but he did not want to completely break off relations with her now. He could not afford such a price, so he could only delay it.

"Okay, I'll wait for your maid then."

“I will also send an elite guard to come with you to protect the safety of both you and the Wisdom Cult.

Miss Millie Tang, I have one more thing to say. Please finish your work as soon as possible. As long as it can be completed before the Wisdom God Church, all conditions can be negotiated. "

Perseus' words were very clear, whichever of you is faster will be useless to the other.

"You can go back and wait for good news."

Millie Tang served tea to see the guests off. The only thing they could do now was to figure out the name of the god. Only by finding the story related to the Horn of Doom could they find Ricky.

When Ricky comes back... we'll settle all the accounts again.

……

Liu Yonglu’s backstage, on the beach of a deserted island.

The stranger finished his story slowly, then he suddenly turned his head and asked Liu Yonglu:

"Are you from the Hidden Island? Are you here specifically to take me back?"

(End of this chapter)