Man on the ark, forced to become king

In addition, before leaving, Lin Lu also entrusted Koschche with the arrangements for Talulah.

Black Snake's judgment is indeed good. Even by Lin Lu's standards, Talulah's potential is quite good, as is the white rabbit beside her. They are all qualified seedlings.

It was previously said that even if Talulah tried her best to grow to her limit, that would be the best she could hope to achieve. With her bloodline potential and the power amplification from the infected, at most she could only contend with small to medium-sized land ships.

But that was before we encountered the Golden Tree.

With the blessing of the Golden Tree, the bottlenecks and limitations in her bloodline no longer exist. She can quickly grow to the point where she is truly qualified to participate in the top echelons of the world. The same goes for the white rabbit beside her. With the blessing of the Golden Tree, even life-threatening Oripathy is not incurable. Especially now that the Golden Tree has grown to the stage of the Life Furnace, solving minor Oripathy is a piece of cake.

Give them some time, and they will become a usable fighting force much faster than any of the other seedlings that the Golden Tree has gathered so far.

—War, though cruel, is also the cradle of the strong. Only by experiencing the baptism of blood and fire and stepping on the corpses of the enemy can one stand at a higher position.

Unlike her sister, Talulah is a true warrior, possessing her own beliefs and the courage to face death. By breaking through the army's blockade, she can achieve her initial transformation.

When she successfully arrives in Chernobog, it will be the moment when the baby dragon reaches adulthood.

As for the other members of the so-called Reunion Movement...

Lin Lu didn't actually care.

It would be best if a few good talents emerged from among those people, but it wouldn't matter if none did. He was never a soft-hearted, merciless good-natured person who would do favors everywhere. Such people would basically die at the hands of monsters as soon as they returned to the border, and they wouldn't even be worthy of walking the path to becoming king.

All he wanted was Talulah and the white rabbit, nothing more. The two of them were the ones he specifically asked Koschei to look after.

Trials are trials, but they're not meant to send them to their deaths. Providing them with help in a way that they can't perceive, in a way that helps them grow, is actually a good thing.

Kosiché is also very good at this kind of thing; that's what he does.

Lin Lu felt reassured entrusting the Ursus situation to him.

He's a true local tyrant; no one understands Ursus better than him.

Walking back to the hotel in the dim light of dawn, with breakfast in hand and the key to the landship in his pocket, Lin Lu was in a great mood, with nothing to worry about. The frustration of sleeping on the sofa all night and being unable to eat what he could see was completely gone, all thanks to his good brother Koschche.

The title of "money-bringing boy" couldn't be more fitting for him.

With the help of his good brother, this trip to Ursus was a great success and very rewarding.

We have money, people, and things—what more could we ask for?

The only downside is that his good friend Kosic has the face of an older man; it would be better if he were replaced with someone younger and prettier.

However... Lin Lu will help her solve this problem.

Wasn't she longing for a suitable body? The custom-made preservation by Golden Tree satisfied her—aside from appearance, she probably wouldn't care about such trivial matters.

Now all that's left is for Kosichean to send people to prepare the Originium miniature heaters that Ensiodis needs, so they can head to the legendary snowy sacred land of Kjerag and pay homage to the great god Yeragand who has protected a nation for thousands of years.

"Breakfast time!"

Humming a song, Lin Lu strolled back to the hotel. She pushed open the door and shouted out in high spirits.

huh~

click!

A crystal-clear ice crystal whistled through the air and embedded itself in the wall in an instant.

Lani, still half asleep and wearing pajamas, shuddered as she stepped out of the door and glared at them angrily.

As soon as she moved, everyone else peeked out, and the quiet room suddenly became lively.

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"Is the news confirmed?"

In Sherag, at the old house in Shivaish, Ensiodis sat in a chair, a set of cards on the table in front of him, while the room opposite him was empty.

When he's thinking, he always likes to play a game of chess, a habit he developed a long time ago, even if it's just playing against himself.

As the chess piece was placed, his thoughts became clearer, and the complex threads of thought unfolded slowly, just like the chess pieces on the board, revealing a multitude of possibilities.

Unlike his fellow countrymen who were confined to the snow-capped mountains, Ensioudis had a broader vision; his gaze was no longer limited to the small corner of Shelag.

Therefore, on a complex chessboard, he can always make the best choice.

"Confirmed."

Weiss, codenamed 'Messenger', stood at a table and waited until Ensioudis made his move before slowly speaking, his expression solemn.

“Manju Academy does not allow our people to set foot there easily, so it took us a little while to get the information.”

"It is now confirmed that the first drop of snow water from the Holy Shrine fell on the young lady's head, and the selection of the Holy Maiden will soon enter the next stage."

"Well, that's good news."

Enciodes nodded slightly, his face showing no emotion, as if his younger sister becoming a candidate for sainthood was entirely within his expectations.

This is indeed the case.

The Shrine of the Chosen, one of the religious holy sites of Shelag, is completely under the control of Manjushri Monastery, and unauthorized persons are not allowed to approach it.

After the death of the previous saintess, all the girls of the right age will be gathered together and then, under the arrangement of the elders, will enter the Chosen Shrine.

Among them, only the one struck by the first drop of melting snow in the shrine that day was qualified to become a candidate for sainthood.

It sounds like a very religious ritual, with all outcomes being God's choice, but is that really the case?

Enciodes didn't care how many people in Shelag believed it or not; he certainly didn't.

The first drop of melting snow – there's so much room for manipulation here. How the snow melts, when it melts, and where it melts – can't all of these be easily influenced by human intervention?

It doesn't even require any advanced skills; the elders and psychics of Manjushri Academy are perfectly capable of doing it without anyone noticing any flaws, and they won't feel any fear about it, even though such an act would be considered a serious blasphemy in the eyes of Ensiodis, a not-so-devout Jeragand believer.

How dare God's servants use God's name to arbitrarily alter the selection of saintesses?

Manju Academy dares to do this, and this is just one of the most insignificant of their many actions.

All because, under the influence of power, they have long lost themselves, and their absurd and ridiculous rhetoric has even fooled themselves.

—It is permissible to do anything that God does not forbid. Among the elders of Manju Temple, there was more than one who held a similar view.

If God doesn't personally stop it, then it's allowed, it's tacit approval, how ridiculous!

If Yeragand really did sit atop the holy mountain overlooking everything, those people should have been swallowed up by the wind and snow.

Unfortunately, no.

The devout Sherag people had not seen their god for a long time, and Ensiodis was even less concerned about it.

If even the elders who serve God act in this way, how can he be expected to believe?

Enya being hit by the snow was an inevitable consequence of the operation, and even the death of the previous saintess may have some hidden secrets.

Recalling the intelligence gathered by the Kara Trade, Enshiodis couldn't help but sneer.

As far as he knew, the previous saintess's body was not yet terminally ill; she could live for at least a few months to a year without any problem, which would be next year.

But she just happened to die, and her death was perfectly timed, coinciding with the time when Enya was of age for the selection of the Holy Maiden.

With those people's brains, they could probably only come up with such a crude and clumsy approach, and they were even smug about it.

"Don't worry about it, I have my own plans. This time, someone will help us, and Enya will be safe and sound."

Noticing the undisguised worry on the messenger's face, Enciodes waved his hand, remaining calm and composed.

Enya becoming a candidate for sainthood was part of his plan.

Manju Academy's idea might be to use this to limit the rise of the Kalan trade. A saintess from Shivaish could be completely manipulated by them to become Ensiodis's shackles, or even stand against him. They could also use blood ties to do things that they wouldn't have dared to do before.

Even if Enya dies on the way to the Saintess selection, it will eliminate the bloodline of Shivaesh, so no matter the outcome, it will not be a loss.

That's all they have to offer.

What the elders of Manju Academy didn't expect was that for Enshiodis, Enya becoming a saint was actually a good thing, because it meant that she was absolutely safe, at least a few years ago.

Even though Manju Academy was incredibly audacious, there was still a sense of fear in them. They would never dare to directly harm Enya, who had just become a saintess, within just a few years. If they incurred the wrath of the gods, no one could withstand it.

Their limit was to make the slightest, insignificant move on the dying saintess.

Manjuin's idea of ​​making Enya a shackle on the trade of Kalan was utter nonsense to Ensiodes.

A frog confined to the bottom of a well can never imagine how vast the outside world is, nor how insignificant its own power is.

In the original plan, Ensiodes intended to send some people to infiltrate the Holy Mountain. Although he believed that Enya would not die on the way to the selection of the Holy Maiden, it was still necessary to be on the safe side.

But now...

Remembering that golden leaf radiating a rich vitality, Ensiodis stood up, looked in the direction of the holy mountain, and squinted his eyes.

"The selection of the saintess is quite a show."

Chapter 103 As long as there are no divine prohibitions, then it is permissible.

According to the legend of Shelag, a thousand years ago, the ancestors angered Yeragand, the great god who protected the snow mountain. In his rage, Yeragand stopped protecting Shelag, and an unprecedented harsh winter descended.

To appease Jeragand's wrath, Manjushri Academy selects the purest maiden each year to embark on the heavenly journey, hang the bell representing Him on the mountaintop, and offer her soul as a sacrifice to Him.

A century passed, and the cycle repeated itself. At the call of the hundredth maiden, Yeragand finally forgave the people of Sherag, and the century-long harsh winter came to an end. Thus, the legend of the saintess originated.

From then on, whenever the previous saintess died, Manju Academy would summon the eligible girls of that year and bring them to the Selection Shrine, where the will of the snow mountain would decide who could become the candidate for saintess.

When the first melted snow falls that day, the chosen one must carry the sacred relic representing Jeragand and embark on the heavenly path to the mountaintop to complete the final trial.

In Sherag, shrouded by the university, the path to heaven is rugged and treacherous. Legend has it that only the purest souls of young girls can receive the protection of the great god, place sacred objects atop the mountain, and gain divine recognition.