Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 223 Li An: I don't know why, but he's really amazing!
"Slurp~" (licks)

Holding a still-steaming cup of coffee, Ang Lee stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her blood-red eyes, as beautiful as rubies, watched as a black sedan stopped downstairs for a moment, then hurriedly started and drove away in a cloud of exhaust fumes.

"gone…"

As he spoke, Ang Lee brought the coffee cup to his lips again and took a sip.

"It tastes pretty good..."

After silently evaluating him in his mind, he withdrew his gaze, turned around, and said to Eric, who stood ramrod straight and meticulous, truly resembling a medieval butler:

How did you know beforehand that they could produce more of this...coffee?

As he spoke, Li An glanced down at the half-empty cup of his special coffee, his tone slightly puzzled.

Upon hearing her question, the old man dressed as a butler quickly composed himself, pondering the deeper meaning behind his holy maiden's words, and hastily replied:

"This old servant was unaware of the other party's bottom line before, but for the past few months, at the suggestion of Sir Harold, the Church has been deliberately raising the conditions when dealing with those families, saying that this can spur these greedy humans and make them not to take the saintess's every blessing lightly."

"These are Sir Harold's exact words, but the results seem to be remarkable. Those families who considered themselves superior are now as humble and respectful as the Federation personnel you just met."

After recounting the entire process flawlessly, Eric's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes still held a hint of tension as he looked at the silent saint in front of him.

"My lord, is there... something wrong with this?"

"Hmm...no, very well done." Li An, who was still recalling the scene the other party had just described, nodded slightly when he heard his subordinate's somewhat nervous tone.

Then, looking at the tense and somewhat dim-witted robust old man in front of him, he pondered for a moment.

"Hmm... As a former member of a prominent family, it's only natural that Harold has a deeper understanding of these things. We can listen to his opinions more regarding the contact between the Federation and the family."

In summary, it means entrusting tasks to those who are good at them.

Ang Lee was inexplicably hailed as a saint, her organization inexplicably grew larger and larger, and finally, after inexplicably ruling over most of the dark side of the United States, she came to this conclusion.

Now, he spoke earnestly to his seemingly dim-witted subordinate.

If you're going to give up, then give up; never do something you're not capable of doing.

However, Eric, who was standing upright with his head slightly bowed, seemingly listening attentively to the instruction, clearly did not grasp the essence of his master's simple teaching and was obviously imagining things more.

His serious, rigid face suddenly showed a change in expression, followed by a slight sigh of relief. A look of understanding and excitement flashed in his eyes, and he placed his right hand on his chest and bowed deeply.

“My lord! Your teachings have cleansed our dull souls! This old servant will do everything in his power to offer treasures worthy of them!”

With this action, and Li An's "Just as I thought, it's always like this" expression, the other vampires standing at the four corners of the room, dressed as servants or maids, also showed excitement, placing their right hands on their chests and bowing deeply.

"My Lord! We will surely offer worthy treasures!!"

"Sigh..." After everyone shouted in unison, they all bent down and stopped moving. Li An could only sigh inwardly.

Adopt an elegant and proper posture, slightly extend both hands, palms facing upwards in a lifting motion.

"Arise, for I will bear witness..."

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone stood up at the same time, as if some kind of braking program had been triggered.

Their eyes gleamed with barely suppressed excitement and fervor as they looked at the pure white figure standing in the center of the room.

If it weren't for the prior explicit prohibition against kneeling, he probably would have already prostrated himself on the ground.

Over the months, Ang Lee has gotten somewhat used to it, but each time he still feels a little embarrassed and wants to scratch the floor with his toes.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment. As the master of absolute authority in the church, Ang Lee did not speak, and no one dared to interrupt him.

Ang Lee himself was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say.

My gaze simply swept around the room, which had only been decorated last month and was full of classical charm.

Whether it's the oil paintings on the walls that clearly don't seem to be made with modern techniques, or the soft and comfortable red velvet carpet underfoot, everything exudes a flavor from centuries ago.

Add to that the subordinates dressed as maids and servants, and it felt like stepping into a medieval European noble castle.

Finally, Ang Lee's gaze swept around and settled on Eric's serious old face, who was dressed in an elaborate butler's uniform.

She suppressed the urge to reach out and touch it, but still asked the question that had been bothering her.

"Eric, what were you thinking when you decorated my room like this?"

After asking this question, Li An clearly saw his subordinate beside him pause slightly.

His hands, hanging by his sides, clenched quietly, then slowly relaxed. A barely perceptible hint of unease flashed across his aged face. After a moment, he bowed and answered:

“My lord, you once casually mentioned that such attire and etiquette gave you a sense of déjà vu. I think that doing so may bring you some comfort in your long and eternal life.”

After speaking these words meticulously, Eric hesitated for a moment, as if he felt that his behavior was somewhat presumptuous, and then continued to speak.

"Please forgive this old servant for taking the liberty of doing so. If this action reminds you of any unpleasant memories, then this old servant will immediately have the items replaced..."

"No need. I wasn't dissatisfied; I was just asking casually."

Seeing that the other person's expression was becoming increasingly flustered, Ang Lee quickly interrupted, otherwise, who knows what kind of things he would imagine if left unchecked.

Anyway, although the decoration is somewhat classical, when you think about it, it has a nice atmosphere and is quite comfortable to live in, so there's no need to make any changes.

Eric, upon hearing that it wasn't his somewhat presumptuous actions that displeased the saintess, breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, Ang Lee was somewhat bored as he wandered around the enormous, ornately decorated room. After walking around for a while, he found nothing new or exciting. He had already seen enough of the city view through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows at the very beginning.

He eventually returned to his favorite high-backed, gold-trimmed leather chair, which was comfortable and soft, and sat down. He picked up the intelligence information left behind by the federal personnel and began to read it with great interest.

In addition to a report that just covered the joint operation to Yinghua Kingdom, there was another report that was sent every ten days for exchange.

Ultimately, these records typically document the latest developments in the extraordinary world, collected by the federal government and various families.

However, these are all things shared and nothing new; Ang Lee only used them to pass the time.

Sure enough, many of them are internal events in Yinghua Kingdom that are currently trending.

The article mentions several interesting "people" that Ang Lee is somewhat interested in.

There were several pictures, one of which was blurry and appeared to be a scene in a room with some kind of equipment.

From the direction of the entrance, you can see four or five girls who are not tall and have black hair down to their waists, almost identical to the descriptions of the girls.

On its own, they look normal, but the identical appearances and humanoid figures standing together looking at the camera give off a slightly eerie feeling.

However, Ang Lee was completely unaware of this.

"A clone? I can do that too..." After glancing at it twice and losing interest, she lowered her gaze again.

The next image shows a muscular figure standing in the fire, his face burned beyond recognition, yet still holding a huge, suitcase-sized explosive charge as he rushes towards a cluster of houses adorned with turbans.

The brief information below mentions that during filming, this muscular humanoid individual possessed an exceptionally strong self-healing ability.

The pictures also show that he was able to move swiftly despite being licked by flames and being sprayed with what appears to be military firearms.

"Self-healing ability? I wonder how it compares to vampires..."

Staring at the figures in the picture, Ang Lee couldn't help but compare them in his mind to himself and his powerful subordinates, but due to incomplete information, he couldn't draw any conclusions and could only skip over them for the time being and continue looking.

The image was switched to another location, and Ang Lee's gaze quickly fell on the words "Xin Guo" (meaning "Sin Country"), the source of the image information. His eyes became serious as he read it word by word.

"A massive green patch has appeared in the largest desert in northwestern Xin Country, estimated to cover at least 50,000 square meters. It formed extremely quickly, lasting less than two minutes, after which satellite signals were blocked. Further intelligence is under investigation..."

As he read, Ang Lee's expression gradually became more serious. Fortunately, he was in the very center of the largest desert in the country, and there was no one around, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, she lost interest in reading intelligence for amusement. She simply raised her hand, and without uttering a sound, Eric, dressed as a butler, instantly appeared beside the tall armchair, leaning down to listen.

"Go tell Joel, who is in charge of information, to keep a close eye on the information regarding the desert green patches in Xin domestically, and to notify me of any new developments immediately."

“Yes, my lord.” Upon receiving the order, Eric bowed respectfully and stepped aside, a flash of crimson light in his eyes.

A twisting and surging motion appeared on the face, and a gray-white bat flapped its wings, splitting off from the body and quickly flying out through the skylight at the top of the tower, disappearing into the night.

Here, Li An, sitting in a high-backed chair, waved his hand gently after seeing that the other person had conveyed his orders.

"That's enough for today, everyone get out."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, he added a sentence.

"Cooperation with the Federation... Hmm, let Harold lead the team. As a titled Earl of the Night, it wouldn't be disrespectful."

Eric, the vampire elder who served as the butler, and the servants standing upright throughout the room, were all quietly listening to the master's commands from the center of the room and memorizing them.

After the order was given, they all bowed and touched their chests in silence.

In the next instant, these carefully selected vampire members, whose strength and loyalty were both top-notch, moved in a blur, taking along the clutter in the room with them.

"Click~"

With the final sound, the doors and windows closed, and the entire house fell completely silent.

Ang Lee, sitting elegantly in a high-backed chair, paused for a moment before suddenly relaxing his entire body.

He slumped back into the soft, comfortable leather chair, let out a long sigh, and slumped down like a deflated balloon.

"Hey—~"

"Finally, some peace and quiet..."

Then Ang Lee remained motionless for more than half an hour before he twisted his body, propped himself up, and stretched out a long yawn.

"Ah—that feels so good!"

As if relieved of a heavy burden, she no longer cared about her image and turned around lightly to the side of the room, then pushed open the door and entered.

The room that comes into view is a bedroom that is equally well-decorated and full of classical atmosphere.

What's different is that the walls, floors, and even various furniture in the entire room are inlaid with gems and pearls of all sizes, and various precious ornaments are also inlaid on them, making them look colorful.

Ang Lee was already used to these things. Several months ago, a loyal junior member of the vampire clan presented him with a pair of particularly beautiful gemstone pendants.

Ang Lee couldn't help but let his fondness for shiny things show through his expression.

Since then, the news that Lady Lillian, the pure white saint of the Church of Salvation, loved gemstones has spread.

Whether it's a fanatical member of the vampire clan or a family they want to curry favor with, they will bring all sorts of top-quality jewels they've collected when they come to talk or ask for something.

Some elderly people who are nearing the end of their lives and have no time for subtlety are even sent over in batches every few days.

Based on this misunderstanding, after the initial few days of novelty wore off, Ang Lee successfully desensitized himself to the sparkle of various gemstones.

They now completely ignore those jewels that reflect various dazzling colors even under the dim lighting favored by vampires.

They went straight to the center of the room, to the coffin surrounded by dark wood and with a soft red velvet pad in the center.

On this side of the ground, leaning against a corresponding, enormous black crown inlaid with a silver-white cross, stands.

This style has been passed down ever since she inexplicably became a saintess.

However, the one placed in the center of the room now is much larger, with the narrowest side being over two meters long.

It is much more spacious than most beds, and the materials used are naturally top-notch.

Ang Lee leaped in without any hesitation, his body instantly enveloped in soft velvet.

After a long while, there was movement from the dark coffin that had taken the place of the bed in the room.

With a thud, Li An, his hair slightly disheveled, managed to get up, leaning against the soft side of the coffin, and leaning his upper body out towards the low cabinet beside him.

At the top of the equally rustic cabinet, a rustic round mirror with a slightly different style was mounted.

Looking at his pale face reflected in the mirror, Ang Lee nervously called out.

"Lord Dracula? Are you there? Do you have any missions today?"

After asking the question, I waited a moment.

Seeing that there was no change on the mirror, Ang Lee finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, just like charging a phone before bed, he relaxed and leaned back, falling into his comfortable red velvet coffin.

His previous nervousness was quite simple.

This mirror was left by Dracula, the one who turned Ang Lee into a vampire and became elusive, a few months ago.

He said he had to leave for a while, and if he needed any orders, he would contact him through the mirror.

The method, in a very sinister way, is to write bloody words on the mirror.

However, the last order was issued more than a month ago.

However, Ang Lee, who always held a deep sense of awe, would still ask himself this question every night before going to sleep, as a matter of routine, before he could feel at ease.

(End of this chapter)