Thousand-Faced Dragon

Chapter 307 Time to wake up from the dream
The absurd days seemed to bring everything back to calm, but in the end, they still left undeniable traces.

For example, documents and contracts.

The civil affairs department of Huiguang City follows the "archive management route," which in most cases only keeps files and does not review them.

They only recorded major events such as births, deaths, marriages, and divorces, and made brief notes on social relationships.

"Their archives seemed to have been completely overwhelmed; even the hallways were filled with newly added documents."

God knows how they'll feel when they wake up to find themselves facing an overwhelming increase in paperwork.

In fact, just seeing the "adoption document" of their own kingdom's princess would probably cause them to explode instantly.

"I heard it was a princess and a knight, but I didn't expect it to be a daughter and her godfather. This big shot really knows how to play games."

"Uh, am I doomed? Knowing these things, I'm definitely finished."

They probably spent the morning in a state of bewilderment before receiving the princess's "pardon."

The revelry has ended, but the traces remain. Records, contracts, and agreements have not been erased. The noblewoman who married seventeen times on that joyous day is now enjoying a delightful yet brutal catfight.

Fortunately, royal spies took over the archives management department in time and preserved as many "records" as possible. It seems that "recording" was also one of the deity's duties, as the records were kept quite well and even had a hint of divine power in them.

The priests have confirmed that it is indeed a "supernatural scroll".

The effect is not strong; it's roughly enough to make the parties involved recall the memory of when they signed the contract after seeing the "document content."

This may also be the reason why Princess Dania is destroying one piece of "evidence" after another.

"The currently identified deity should have divine duties related to 'revelry,' 'recording,' and 'entertainment (suspected to be card games),' and appears to be a deity of order and goodness."

This is the judgment made by intelligence personnel. If we really have to find the only winner in this chaos, it is probably the royal spies.

Too much previously precious and unseen intelligence has now become stable documents, accessible simply by filing them. If it weren't for the written records, no one would have imagined that a marquis would have a hobby of singing hot female songs in drag, much like a castrated singer.

He even signed a singing agreement with the hotel, intending to perform long-term.

He was the father of seven sons and five daughters, and his eldest son already had his own grandson.

He and she also left behind a promotional poster, which appeared to be painted by the official painter of the Marquis's mansion.

That painting was quite horrifying; it depicted a beer-bellied, bearded old man in a half-naked dancing woman's outfit, with butterfly patterns painted on his stomach—a truly shocking sight.

"Isn't this marquis a well-known old gentleman? He's also said to be a moral paragon."

"It seems like he's been suppressing his feelings for too long."

There are genuine reasons why some "dreams" cannot be realized.

When a person pursues their dreams or desires without any limits or hesitation, they can easily destroy their past life.

"Handbook, lots of handbook."

For professional spies, the value of these items is paramount, and they mobilize in full force, desperately collecting that "evidence."

Clearly, the person behind the spy, the local controller Dania, made a fortune this time.

Once the intelligence is organized, she will likely have a lot of "handles" on her hands, which will naturally greatly help her control the city. Although it's a delicate matter for her to be caught up in the gossip, it also makes it easier for her to destroy the evidence as quickly as possible.

When the documents were torn into pieces and burned before their very eyes, both men breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ahhh, our marriage certificate!" Sallyman suddenly cried out from behind, while the maid whispered in her ear.

It seems that, given her position within the intelligence system, she should have received the news by now.

When Rean looked back, "Snake" was already twisted into a ball, rolling around on the sofa, seemingly too afraid to look at him.

It seems that some things are still too early for her.

"Let's get back to business. What happened these past three days was a miracle, a miracle."

After thinking it over, Rean decided that he couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

There's no point in just talking about the Church of the True God, and Rean himself wasn't sure that a "pastor" could definitely acquire divine power. However, the miracles of the True God were a bargaining chip to attract more attention and believers.

Evil gods often fail to gain faith and trust because they cannot produce "miracles".

Since the "missing three days" have already occurred, let's treat them as a miracle, as the miraculous power of the newly formed Church of the Good God interfering with Radiant City. "Should we raise the banner now?" Dania pondered the impact of this change.

"After I've communicated with the hero, I'll type it out immediately."

It would be a real shame to waste such a rare miracle. Now that the matter is settled, it should be used as a political bargaining chip and a "weapon" to deter other churches.

It's likely that those high priests of the true God's church are also unfortunate souls with some memory of what happened. Those who wield divine authority are often the ones most terrified of divine power.

They should show sufficient respect to the newly joined deities; at the very least, they shouldn't try to seize such a desolate place as the dock area.

This should give the dock area more room for development, and those stakeholders who are still pursuing escaped slaves will be stopped by those at the top who are on high alert.
"Are you ready?" Dania asked, noticing a hint of hesitation in Rean's expression.

With a miracle occurring, how far behind can the Church be? This is tantamount to pushing Rean out as a "target," tantamount to him willingly jumping into a quagmire, and the future will likely be even more difficult.

".Um."

Rean agreed; someone had to do something about it.

This world is so frustrating, so let's start by dividing up a piece of land and changing everything step by step.

But Rean's resolve went unanswered.

The "Heroic Spirit Synchronization Rate/Satisfaction" remained unchanged, and no interference was detected when the Heroic Spirit possessed the user.

That night, he had expected to see the spirits of the fallen heroes in his dreams.
"Uh, it's morning?"

Looking at the rising sun outside the window, Rean was completely dumbfounded.

He had the most peaceful night he'd ever had, not only undisturbed but also able to sleep soundly without any dreams.

The spirit did not see him, and the time he had been possessed was reduced by another day.

This was probably the most bewildering time Rean had ever experienced being possessed by a spirit; the other party seemed to have absolutely no interest in seeing him.

"By the way, is a 20% synchronization rate required, and the approval of the heroic spirit is also necessary?" But clearly, the possessing heroic spirit had no intention of paying attention to Rean.

Rean could sense that his presence was very weak; perhaps a synchronization rate of 10% was the bottom line for breaking free from possession, or perhaps it was because only "one-third" of him had come.

"Damn, there's not even a user manual. There shouldn't be any customer service either," Rean complained, now he couldn't even find anyone.

He has experienced what it's like to "violate regulations." He might gain unexpected benefits, but he can't deal with the problems that arise.

"Perhaps, I can do what Sue did initially and try to improve synchronization rate and satisfaction."

Heroic spirits have their own preferences. Under normal circumstances, when Rean fulfills his duties, he will increase the synchronization rate and satisfaction to a certain extent. Once a certain level is reached, he can conduct dream teaching to further obtain intelligence and guidance.

"The question is, what exactly are the hobbies of this deity's mortal form? Playing cards? Playing chess?"

In theory, Rean should have known the other's preferences on the first day of possession, but he still looks completely bewildered.

"He is the god of bards, so he must sing songs or perform something, which I really don't know how to do."

No one is omnipotent. Rean, who comes from an ordinary family, is a pure fan of exam-oriented education and has no interest in art whatsoever.

He has a slight liking for music, but music has never liked him.
"Stop howling!"

"Bad friend, that sounds awful!"

Even with the added advantage of his professional skills (as a bard), Rean still proved that a rascal's voice is still a rascal's voice, and time travel does not turn a musical idiot into a musical genius.

The bad news is that Rean's bard performance was a complete failure. Despite it being a rap song, Lana and the others questioned whether it was part of a curse ritual.

The good news is that even if things go wrong, the possessing soul remains completely unaffected.

Clearly, this fallen hero had no interest in performing.

"Let's try a few more times and see what he's interested in. How about we start with another specialty of bards: seducing noblewomen?"

"You can try it, but I suggest you start with the ladies in the back."

Rean turned around and saw the snake's tail coiling around him.

(End of this chapter)