Storm of Gods

Chapter 133 Secretary
Li Xin didn't think Simmons was cowardly; he was just more mature and reliable.

"Many members of the Secret Fortress will be participating this time, along with various secret organizations and the Church. It will be overseen by His Majesty the just King of Aura. If Brother Li wants to advance further, this is also an opportunity. While powerful divine relics can certainly bring incredible potential, the conditions and honors required for advancement are extremely demanding," Simmons said.

Someone like Li Xin would definitely acquire extremely powerful divine relics. But no matter what talent one has, divine relics may only be the beginning. Without the right opportunity and strong support, powerful divine relics can sometimes become shackles, turning into a disguised transitional vessel.

Based on the knowledge gained from the Round Table, there is no doubt that his dice are extraordinary, and the power required is certainly not insignificant. This battle for glory is indeed a "possibility," although there are still some things he is not quite sure about.

A few days ago, he would have agreed immediately, but having just returned to Night Patrol, he needs to report to President Ma Zhe. As long as the other party doesn't object, he wants to give it a try, and he can also come into contact with more forms of power in a safe environment.

“Brother Li, I’m very sincere. Just name your terms. I know I’m not very capable, but I will do my best to do what I can!” Simmons said earnestly. He had thought it through. Even if taking Li Xin to the Sacred Land would change the cause and effect, he didn’t care. You have to take a gamble in life. If you’re afraid of everything and want everything to be foolproof, what’s the point of talking about revitalizing the George family?

Li Xin thought for a moment, "Come back at this time tomorrow. I need to figure out some things first."

Simmons breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Li Xin did not refuse outright. As for the things Li Xin needed to figure out, he didn't even want to ask, as it was definitely not an area he could get involved in.

“Okay, Brother Li, I’ll come again tomorrow,” Simmons said, then paused before leaving. “Ahem, Brother Li, it’s like this, I know you might not care, but the Tree of Life is very precious in our Heldan. Placing it anywhere will cause unnecessary trouble.”

"What Tree of Life?" Li Xin was taken aback.

“It’s that little harp in your room. I saw it by chance last time. Such a priceless treasure should be properly stored away. Of course, I know that someone like Brother Li doesn’t care much about these material possessions,” Simmons said. If it were any other treasure, that would be fine, he’s not ignorant of such things, but that’s a complete Tree of Life, which has sacred significance for every Montaletta person.

"Oh, I understand," Li Xin said calmly.

Simmons suppressed his feelings; people are just different, sigh.

After Simmons left, Li Xin quickly returned to his room and hurriedly rummaged through a box under his bed to retrieve his exquisite little wooden harp. He breathed a sigh of relief; if it had been lost, he would have been furious!
The Tree of Life?

Li Xin could certainly sense the extraordinary nature of this wood, after all, it was a gift from Miss Aries. He thought it wasn't as valuable as gold, and that it was all about the sentiment, just like his gift. However, he underestimated Miss Aries' generosity. He gave her real bamboo, but Miss Aries gave him precious wood.

He needed to find out how much it was worth. For some reason, Li Xin felt a sense of fulfillment, which was more reassuring than any secret power. Indeed, when you're out and about, having a friend is always the best policy.

After lunch, arranged by Daenerys Targaryen, Li Xin hailed an open carriage to head to the fifth branch of the Hexbird Newspaper. With his identification, no one bothered him anymore. The newspaper office was bustling with activity every day. The Hexbird Newspaper was a daily newspaper, and it also had weekly and special editions, making it a large publication. In the mornings, you could find people selling the newspaper in any slightly lively area, and it was also sold in various corner shops. The Hexbird Newspaper had become a part of everyone's lives. Compared to books, the newspaper was more down-to-earth and convenient.

Humans cannot resist the allure of timeliness.

When Li Xin headed to the president's office, he was stopped by the editor at the door.

“Reporter Li Xin, don’t rush, wait a moment. Secretary Christie is giving a report,” he said with a smile, looking at the thirty-year-old editor. “My name is Wusu, I’m also from Lilong, I used to be a reporter, and now I’ve become an editor.”

"Brother Wusu, thank you. I'll wait here then," Li Xin said with a smile, knowing that the other party meant well. It would be troublesome if he rashly barged in and saw something he shouldn't.

Wusu smiled too. These young people from Lilong must all be related to the president, so he deliberately made an effort to build good relations with them. He didn't expect the other party to be a smart person as well, which made it easier to deal with them. "We're all from the same hometown, so there's no need to be polite. If we want to see the president, we have to talk to Secretary Christie first. If Christie isn't there, we have to wait. We can't just barge in. That's the rule."

The editors were all very busy, and Wusu didn't chat idly either, starting to review the manuscripts. Besides the Bird Report's reporters, there were a large number of submissions, all sorts of random things. Li Xin quietly watched the editors' frantic complaints. Overall, the Hex Bird Report was relatively rigorous, mainly focusing on events reported by reporters, special events submitted, and analytical articles, just like the Li Long Bird Report. Clearly, its entertainment and commercial aspects hadn't been fully explored yet.

After a long while, Christie came out of the president's office. A button on her shirt was missing, there was a blush deep in her neck, and her skirt was a little wrinkled. The skirt was really too white.

Upon seeing Li Xin, Christie showed no embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, she smiled sweetly and winked. "The president is inside. Please wait a few minutes before going in. My work report just now took a while, so please be concise and don't ramble on."

“Yes, Miss Christy,” Li Xin said. “Um, your shirt isn’t fastened at the back.”

"Does it look good?" Christie smiled charmingly. "I did it on purpose."

He swayed as he left, seemingly in a good mood today.

Li Xin waited a while before knocking on the door.

"Come in." Ma Zhe's steady voice came from inside. Seeing Li Xin, he asked, "You already have something to say?"

No wonder President Ma's hair is getting thinner and thinner; he works so hard every day.

“President, we haven’t found any valuable news yet, but there’s an opportunity I can’t decide on my own,” Li Xin explained Simmons’ request and briefly mentioned that he and Simmons met at the Tianjing Academy and had a chance encounter at the Lilong Hotel a few days ago. Simmons is now inviting him to join the Shengze Academy, and he doesn’t know if this conflicts with the rules of the Night Patrol.

Ma Zhe yawned and forced himself to stay alert. "That's a good thing. There's no conflict, which fits the job of the Night Patrol. Find a way to get into the Holy Zeal Institute to further understand their true situation and level. This is first-hand intelligence that the internal reports need. Very good, you have officially completed the test. Pay attention to Simmons' movements. Although the George family has declined somewhat, they are still an earl. Good lad, no wonder Luo Jin has his eye on you."

"Yes, President!"

Seeing that Ma Zhe looked exhausted, Li Xin didn't want to disturb him too much. After Li Xin left, Ma Zhe stood up and hung a "No Entry" sign on the door. Next to the office was a small cubicle, which was fully equipped with daily necessities. Ma Zhe lay down on the bed and quickly fell asleep. As the president of such a large company, he was very busy and overworked.

Meanwhile, Christie was out assigning various tasks to the president. All sorts of miscellaneous matters were gathered to her. Only particularly important matters would be decided by the president himself. After all, what use would a capable secretary be if the president had to be bothered with every little thing?

Li Xin left the fifth branch of Hexbird News and didn't really interpret Ma Zhe's situation too much. People like Lao Luo are rare anywhere. He doesn't have any sanctimonious tendencies. If things are done according to the rules, it won't cause trouble for Casey. It's definitely best if Ma Zhe doesn't interfere with him.

Getting closer to Simmons would definitely allow me to obtain more secret knowledge, and the risks would be lower compared to coming from the Church. Last time, he mentioned the Holy Land, and he didn't deny it, which means that Simmons can most likely lead me into the Holy Land, which is good news.

The last Four Nations Tournament was completely ineffective, clearly lacking the power of the Knight's Path. This time, however, the Battle of Glory, with its long history, is likely a way for Montaleta to accumulate glory. Given Montaleta's piety and scale, the ultimate winner of this battle will undoubtedly gain extraordinary power, which is probably also a method for cultivating top-tier powerhouses.

The combination of family and ecclesiastical honor and status, along with a significant opportunity for personal advancement, certainly makes it very attractive.

Whether or not one can obtain it, observing the entire process of how power is generated and acquired is invaluable experience. He felt the immense power of human will during the last Four Nations Tournament, and compared to the traditions of Montaletta, the scale and details of that tournament were nothing.

Li Xin was also very interested in acquiring this power, but of course, it had to be under safe conditions. Simmons had essentially provided him with an opportunity, and it seemed that the power of Glory should not distinguish between local and foreign.

(End of this chapter)