My bloodline is so eager to improve.

[The Magical Ape says, "Listen for yourself!"]

The demon egg excitedly waved its tentacles and began to lash out at the magical ape.

The magical ape yielded.

[The magical ape said, "You're so cute."]

The Mystic Demon Ape's voice was filled with rage and shame, followed by the crackling sounds of whipping, suggesting that it had been dealt with by the Demon Egg again before giving in.

Otto couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He didn't ask any more questions and focused on changing the wolf girl's bandages.

When his fingertips occasionally touched her warm skin, the wolf girl would tremble slightly but not pull away, lying obediently without moving, cooperating exceptionally well.

Otto paused for a moment when the old bandages were untied.

The wolf girl's wounds had mostly healed. The once gruesome, deep wounds that exposed bone were now just a thin, flat line, and even the inflammation had subsided.

The healing speed is astonishing; even a mixed-race person shouldn't be able to heal this quickly.

It seems that the nourishing effect of the moonlight is even better than he imagined.

After changing the bandages, Otto secured her back to the wooden frame, making sure the tightness was just right so it wouldn't constrict her or cause her to fall off.

At this moment, Tessa had also finished packing her tent and was standing aside waiting for them. Her hair was neatly combed, and she looked to be in good spirits.

"Let's go."

Otto hoisted one end of the wooden frame onto his shoulder, his steps steady.

"At this rate, we should be able to reach Lot Village before dark tonight."

When we get to the village, I'll treat you to Grandma Roxanne's stewed meat, made with wild mushrooms and potatoes. It's even more delicious than the stew at the restaurant in town.

As he walked forward, he described to Tessa what the village of Lotte looked like:

The old oak tree at the village entrance is so large that it takes three people to encircle it.

In summer, you can catch fish in the stream behind the village.

In everyone's vegetable garden, various kinds of vegetables are grown.

And then there's Zan's blacksmith shop, which makes a constant clanging sound that the whole village can hear.

Tessa listened with great interest, her eyes full of curiosity.

She grew up in the capital, accustomed to bustling streets and magnificent churches, and had never been to a real border village before, so she was filled with a sense of novelty about that simple and unpretentious life.

The two talked as they walked, their figures gradually disappearing at the end of the forest path.

The morning mist slowly dissipated, and sunlight bathed the entire forest.

Meanwhile, in the distant capital...

The first rays of dawn pierced through the thin morning mist and fell upon the majestic, massive building.

The building is constructed entirely of milky-white stone, with a golden emblem of lanterns intertwined with clouds hanging from the top, gleaming softly in the morning light, solemn and sacred.

This is the headquarters church of the Order of Light, the holy site where the goddess Felicity preached the gospel to mankind, and the spiritual center for all the followers of the Order of Light in the kingdom.

Deep within the sanctuary, in a simply furnished bedroom, the man suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat up in bed, raised his hand to rub his throbbing temples, and complained to the air with a sullen expression:

"My goddess, can't you convey your divine message in a different way?"

It haunts my dreams every day; who could stand it?

"If this keeps up, I'm going to lose all my hair."

He turned his head to look at the full-length mirror beside the bed.

A tired, aged face was reflected in the mirror.

Her once-proud thick blonde hair has thinned considerably, her hairline is receding, and her scalp is now visible on the top of her head, showing signs of balding.

Her once bright, emerald-green eyes were now bloodshot, and her lower eyelids were dark and swollen, as if she had been up for several sleepless nights.

His face was covered with wrinkles, especially on his forehead and around his eyes, making him look like a man nearing 100 years old.

"Damn it, I just turned sixty."

Looking at himself in the mirror, Otek felt like crying but couldn't.

He was clearly the youngest leader of the six major orthodox religious orders, having only been in office for ten years, yet now he appears to be the oldest.

Who would believe it if I told them?

It's all because of those damned divine messengers who always choose to deliver divine pronouncements at night!

There are also a ton of unfinished business within the cult!

These troubles have transformed him from a dashing middle-aged bishop into his current aged appearance.

"No, we have to think of a way."

He took a deep breath, forced himself to stay awake, and got out of bed.

Last night's oracle was a rare and clear guidance, pointing towards the pioneering areas of the North.

This is an opportunity; perhaps we can use it to ease the current situation and also find out the reasons for the recent unrest on the border.

He didn't want to miss it.

Thinking of this, Otekla reached over the bell rope by the bed and gently shook it.

The copper bell rang out with a clear, crisp sound, especially distinct in the quiet morning.

Not long after, a uniformed waiter tiptoed in, bowing and waiting for instructions, his head bowed low, not daring to casually look at the leader of the religious order.

But Ortek directly issued his first decree of the day to the waiters.

"Go and summon all parish administrators to the central meeting room."

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As Audeke allowed the waiters to help him dress and wash, he gave orders in a deep voice, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Activate Level 1 alarm and use emergency communication spells to instruct the administrators of religious orders in various principalities and regions to activate projection as soon as possible."

The waiter looked up abruptly, his face filled with shock, almost thinking he had misheard.

Level 1 Alert?

The Order of the Lamp has not activated the Level 1 alarm for over a century.

That is the highest summons that can only be used in the event of a catastrophe or when a supreme divine decree is received. Once activated, all parish administrators who are away must immediately attend the meeting via projection, and must put down whatever they are doing.

The waiter dared not ask any more questions, suppressing his shock, bowed and agreed, and quickly retreated to relay the order down the chain of command.

In an instant, the entire headquarters of the Order of the Light was mobilized.

The communication spells lit up one after another, and pale golden light streaked across the sky, sending the leader's orders to dioceses throughout the kingdom.

Everyone who received the message felt a pang of anxiety and immediately put aside their work to prepare to attend the meeting via projection magic.

Even though large-scale projection consumes a lot of King Thorn, the Master's orders are absolute!

Everyone is speculating what major event has occurred.

Is it the resurrection of a legendary monster?

Or is it the arrival of a high-ranking demon?

Or perhaps it was the incarnation of the Holy Son and Holy Daughter?

Various speculations circulated within the church, causing unrest among the members.

Otek had no interest in the speculations of his subordinates.

He changed into the white robe of the leader of the cult, embroidered with golden lantern patterns, which made him look solemn and dignified.

After straightening his robes, Ortek went to his office, where he dealt with a mountain of documents while waiting for the appointed time.

The documents on the desk were piled up like a small mountain, including reports from various dioceses, royal documents, and various requests for the allocation of supplies, which was enough to give anyone a headache.

Otek rubbed his temples, picked up his quill pen, and began to review the papers one by one.

The pen tip scratched across the paper, making a soft, rustling sound.

It wasn't until dusk that the managers from various locations gradually gathered in the meeting room using projection magic.

The meeting room was spacious, with a long ebony table in the center that could seat twenty people. Portraits of past leaders of the Order were hung on the walls, and at the very front was a statue of the goddess Felicity. The candlelight flickered, creating a solemn atmosphere.

The last to arrive was Kyle, the leader of the Mist Children Knights stationed in the capital.

This veteran had a fiery temper; his loud voice rang out even before he arrived.

Immediately afterwards, the door to the conference room was kicked open with a bang, and an elderly man with gray hair strode in.

He was still wearing heavy black armor, the plates of which were engraved with purification runes. The greatsword on his back, swirling with black energy, looked menacing, and the wear marks on its scabbard told of its illustrious battle exploits.

Kyle has a scar on his face that runs from his forehead to his jaw, a result of fighting demons in his early years, which adds to his fierce appearance.

"Ottek!"

What happened?

Kyle's loud voice made the conference room buzz.

"Is there news of another barbarian god descending?"

Or is there some movement from the Abyss?

Sitting in the main seat, Otek rubbed his temples helplessly, then raised his hand to press his hairline, afraid that he might lose a few more strands of hair from being frightened.

"Lord Kyle, during working hours, please address me as the Head of the Order."

Also, please knock before entering!

Kyle paused, his face flushing slightly. He scratched his head a little embarrassedly, then casually found a seat, his armor clattering against the chair.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, leader of the order."

"This is urgent! It's a level one alert! How can I not panic?"

Seeing his predecessor's clumsy behavior, Autoc felt even more helpless.

He was originally just a bishop in charge of defense in remote areas, with mediocre qualifications and a mild personality. However, when the previous head of the church suddenly passed away, this group of old guys voted to put him in the position of head of the church.

He now understands that this group of people deliberately pushed him out to be a laborer because they thought that staying up all night to deliver divine pronouncements would damage their hair and handling affairs would harm their health!

Thinking of this, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched the top of his head, his fingertips pulling down a few strands of golden hair.

Otek's sigh grew heavier.

The managers sitting below looked at each other, suppressing their laughter, afraid of upsetting the petty leader of the cult.

After all, this younger generation is good in every other way, but he is particularly sensitive about hair matters, and he will get angry if anyone mentions it.

But Otek had already seen through their thoughts, and he slammed his fist on the table in frustration:

"Laugh if you want to, who's responsible if you burst from holding it in?"

"Laugh again, and your entire salary for this month will be deducted!"

Upon hearing this, everyone began to praise the leader of the teaching corps, saying he was wise and capable, young and promising, extremely busy, and had made great contributions. The scene was incredibly harmonious for a moment, with flattery rising and falling.

It took a full half hour to appease the petty leader of the religious group.

Only then did Kyle clear his throat and get straight to the point, his expression turning serious:

"Commander, what is it that you summoned us in such a hurry?"

A Level 1 alarm was also activated.

He could tell that, apart from himself and Otek from the capital, everyone else present today was a projection.

They are the heads of various parishes, including the head of the Harbour Parish, which is currently the busiest.

Such a large-scale operation could not possibly be a trivial matter.

Otek's joking expression vanished, and his face slowly darkened.

He paused for a few seconds, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table, before slowly speaking, his voice carrying a hint of seriousness: