The wrong transmigrator assigned by the system

"Hello, Priestess Verra, I am Lu Ming." "Hello, Priestess Verra, I am Lothric."

Because Vera was standing outside the door to greet them, out of basic courtesy, Lu Ming and Lothric both gave her a slight bow, as did their knights.

Seeing this, Priestess Verra seemed somewhat flustered and hurriedly said, "Please don't be like that, everyone. Also, the two counts can just call me Vigana; there's no need to add the word 'priestess,' it's too formal."

"Then we won't stand on ceremony." Hearing this, Lu Ming smiled. This priest was indeed different from the others...

Following the priestess Vegana, Lu Ming and his companion, along with Chimera and Cecilia, entered Vegana's room and took their seats.

At this moment, Vijana picked up several books from her table and handed them to Lu Ming and Lothric, saying, "These are magic books collected in our temple. To avoid suspicion, please have the two counts make the handwritten copies themselves. As for the nobles in the city, I will try my best to persuade them to give you their handwritten copies."

After taking the spellbooks, Lu Ming and Lothric glanced through them briefly, then sighed, "We're already copying spellbooks before the matter of the wandering spirits has even been resolved; it's really a bit embarrassing..."

“No! Please rest assured, it is only right that you two copy these spellbooks. After all, you have already helped resolve the wandering spirits in the capital and then came to our Gulveig to help us. This is already a great favor, and it would be unreasonable for us Darkaefa not to give you some kind of reward that we had already agreed upon. So please feel free to copy them; there will be absolutely no one to gossip!” Vegana said earnestly to Lu Ming and Lothric.

“Since you’ve said so, Vigana, then we’ll accept it without hesitation.” Seeing that Vigana had said so, Lu Ming and the other person stopped refusing. One of them immediately began copying the magic book, while the other began to explain how to deal with wandering spirits and undead, and to have the chimera write it down in Darkrai French, and then hand it to Vigana, the beautiful and kind priestess.

Because of Vega's humility, Lu Ming and the others enjoyed working with her. After copying all the spellbooks, Lu Ming and Lothric immediately went with her to give Gulveig's soldiers a little training so that they could deal with the wandering spirits in the vicinity with the highest efficiency.

Meanwhile, things were not so good for Jamila.

Putting aside the fact that the two Dark elves, Jamila and Chimzia, don't get along, even their business discussions are full of tension.

If it weren't for the third priest in the temple, Kazna Mu Gorgon, rushing over to mediate after learning about Chimzia and Jamilaa's situation, Chimzia, that unruly and arrogant priest, would probably have been blasted into dust by Jamilaa long ago!

After a big argument about Lu Ming, Jamila slumped onto the sofa, looking annoyed. With a stern face, she asked Chimzia and Kazna, "Speak! What do you two want from me?"

Because their beliefs clashed with those of Jamiraya, Chimzia remained silent. The Dark Elf who answered Jamiraya was Kazna, a priestess of the god Kaya.

She smiled somewhat awkwardly and said to Jamila, "Well, because there are too many refugees in the city, and they caused trouble before, we chose to ignore them. Now it seems they want to rebel and overthrow our Shadow Church's rule over Gulveig. Therefore, Chimzia and I would like to ask for your opinion."

"Shouldn't you be asking the nobles, who are more skilled at this kind of thing? They're experts in intrigue and scheming! Why are you turning to me, a Dark Elf who knows absolutely nothing about these things, instead of using readily available labor?"

"Uh..." Upon hearing this, Kazna was so embarrassed she wanted to die, but she still took a deep breath and told the truth: "The reason those refugees wanted to rebel was because of those nobles..."

"What?! You wouldn't be suppressing those nobles so desperately for power, would you?"

"almost......"

"You idiots!" Hearing Kazna's words, Jamila retorted angrily, "Everything has its limits! Before we've established sufficient control over this city, we shouldn't have provoked those nobles and allowed them to cause trouble at this crucial juncture. You must understand that the only reason they haven't attacked our old rival is because the Aifa Empire and the Miracasa Kingdom are so weakened by their war! If you idiots cause the empire's nobles to unite against us, the matter of the Wandering Souls might drag on indefinitely, giving the Aifa Empire a chance to recover from its civil war and begin attacking us! At that point, are you planning to humiliatingly beg for help from the surrounding small countries?!"

Kazna and Chimzia were stunned by the scolding, and in the end Kazna even cried because she felt wronged.

While crying, Kazna pointed at Chimchia and said, "I...I...I initially wanted to ask those two human counts for help. With our Shadow Church being one of the three giants within the (Hunters) organization, we...we definitely could get them to help us. But...but Chimchia, who was in charge of receiving them, did something like this, which...it makes me feel so wronged!"

Upon hearing this, Chimzia was startled, looking at Kazna with an expression that said, 'You didn't say that before!', completely shocked.

Although her expression was suspicious, suggesting Kazna might be shirking responsibility, Jamilaya didn't care about any of that, so she ended up in trouble...

Chapter Fourteen - The Hidden Depths

While the Dark Elf nobles, including two counts from the Kingdom of Miracaiser, began to purge the wandering spirits around Gulveig with the Church's army, some of the refugees in the city had already begun to receive relief from the Church.

This relief was kept secret; no one knew except the refugees receiving it. The other refugees, though curious as to why these refugees didn't go hungry and why they had blankets to keep warm at night, became somewhat jealous and began to steal their food and blankets.

But none of the refugees knew where these things came from.

The refugees who had not received aid began to plunder those who had received aid from the Shadow Church, inevitably splitting the refugees into two factions.

One faction consists of rebels controlled by the nobles. They disobey the priests and priests of the Shadow Dragon King and the Goddess of Sin, and are still obsessed with the priests and priests of the Poison God and the Spider Queen who were executed. They are ignorant because they believe that the Dark Elves are the ones who spread the curse of wandering souls in Gulveig.

The other faction, however, was completely different from the followers of the Poison God and the Spider Queen. They were innocent, implicated only by those foolish individuals, and therefore harbored no goodwill towards the Poison God's followers. Furthermore, the food and blankets secretly provided to them by the Shadow Church were stolen by these Poison God's followers, so they naturally and instinctively sided with the Shadow Church, and began targeting the Poison God's followers.

This situation gradually made the nobles of Gulweg realize that their control over the refugees was getting worse and worse, and after a few days, they had completely lost control of the refugees.

The rebellion against the Church of Shadows failed before it even began, due to the refugees' own internal problems. The refugees themselves engaged in fierce infighting because of their differing positions and perspectives. This shattered the nobles' hopes of reclaiming Gulveig from the Church of Shadows.

Once the ghosts of Gulveig were mostly dealt with, the Shadow Church stepped in again, sternly stopping the infighting among the refugees. They relocated the two factions of refugees to the east and west sides of the city walls of Gulveig, and built some simple dwellings for them.

Such measures, while seemingly preventing infighting among refugees, are in fact further dividing them.

Separated by living on the east and west sides of the city, the two groups of refugees had less and less interaction, but their hostility towards each other increased.

Especially because the innocent faction was often able to secretly obtain supplies from the Shadow Church, the rebels, who could only fend for themselves, became envious and repeatedly robbed the innocent faction's refugees of their supplies.

As the wandering spirits outside and hidden within Gulweg were gradually eradicated, the nobles grew increasingly uneasy. Their hopes, like those wandering spirits, were being severed one by one by the Shadow Church's soldiers and priests, their heads pinned to the ground and burned to ashes in flames.

Perhaps feeling that things had progressed sufficiently, the three priests in the city's temple—Chimzia, Vega, and Kazna—summoned all the nobles of Gulvig to the magic tower that had been converted into a lord's mansion to discuss some matters.

The nobles had no idea what the three women were planning, but in order to get through this period and have a chance to retaliate again, rather than be executed by the three priests of the Shadow Church on some unknown crime, the nobles chose to accept the invitation.

The interior of the magic tower was extremely luxurious, with snow-white tiles on the floor filled with gold in the gaps, a chandelier carved from a large piece of crystal hanging overhead, and various famous paintings adorning the walls, making many nobles with shallow wealth extremely envious.

However, some noble families with long histories and abundant wealth scoffed at this practice, which was almost a display of ostentation.

After all the Dark Elf nobles in the city had arrived, Kazna and the other two priests slowly appeared in their sight.

The cold and aloof Chimzia, the affable Vega, and the treacherous Kazna—each one seemed ominous to the nobles, who instinctively felt this meeting was a trap. Otherwise, why were the three priests from the temple present? And why were there so many priests in the hall?

Chimzia, with a stern face, gestured with her finger, counting the number of nobles on the battlefield. After she finished counting, Kazna, who was standing next to her, smiled and said to the nobles, "Now that everyone is here, let's go into the meeting room and begin our meeting today!"

Upon hearing this, many timid nobles subconsciously swallowed, while the bolder ones gritted their teeth and followed the three priests into the conference room.

"Please sit!" Standing in her seat, Priestess Vigana extended a hand, gesturing for the nobles to take their places.

As they sat down, the nobleman glanced at the thirty-odd priests with arm guards and holy staffs standing against the wall in the conference room, and his unease intensified.

As the nobles sat down one by one, the three priests also took their seats. After gesturing for the two priests standing at the entrance to close the meeting room door, Priest Kazna smiled and said, "The three of us invited you here to discuss the matter of the wandering spirits and the refugees in the city."

Upon hearing this, the nobles were immediately alarmed, thinking to themselves, "Could it be that those three know something?"

"As you all know, the problem of the wandering spirits is almost resolved. In about two or three days, the wandering spirits in Gulveig will be completely eradicated. Then, our army in Gulveig will begin to clear out the wandering spirits in other parts of Hel Territory. To reassure the soldiers who are away, we hope to resolve the refugee issue as soon as possible." Seeing the tense expressions on the nobles' faces, Priest Chimzia suppressed the urge to laugh and said expressionlessly to the nobles, "Because there are simply too many refugees, the number of priests in our Shadow Church in the city is far from sufficient to properly address this issue. Therefore, the three of us have unanimously decided to entrust the group of refugees in the east of the city to you!"

Upon hearing this, several nobles immediately stood up in fright, looking at the three priests with expressions of panic.

The group of refugees in the east of the city were the rebels previously controlled by these nobles. The fact that these three sent them to deal with those refugees was likely a warning, and also a test to see how they would react—whether they would genuinely resolve the problem or use this opportunity to do something else.

Regardless of the three priests' motives, they already knew that these nobles were the root cause of the refugee crisis. How could this not terrify the nobles who had long been oppressed by the Shadow Church!

At this moment, if they weren't afraid of getting themselves into trouble, these nobles would all want to sell out one or two high-ranking nobles to divert the attention of these three priests from themselves.

Seeing some of the nobles stand up in alarm, Priestess Kazna smiled and asked, "What's wrong, everyone? Are you trying to scramble for the mission and claim the credit for yourselves?"

Hearing Kazna's smiling tiger-like, mocking words, the nobles couldn't help but exchange glances, then returned to their seats, took out handkerchiefs, and wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads.

But at that moment, Kazna suddenly said, "Oh, right, there's one more thing we need to discuss! It concerns the payment to the two counts of the Miracaissa Kingdom. Her Majesty's envoy, who is one of your nobles, offered to give them a handwritten copy of all the spellbooks in our empire in order to invite them to our Darkeafa! Of course, there's some exaggeration involved, as you and we all know. But as a large nation, since we've already promised to pay them, we should give them something, more or less, to help them return to Miracaissa sooner. Therefore, the three of us hope that anyone with a collection of spellbooks will have one or two copied for them, as a sign of our sincerity!"

Upon hearing this, a hothead among the nobles suddenly stood up, pointing at Priest Kazna, Priest Chimzia, and Priest Vigana, and angrily said, "What do you Shadow Church guys mean?! You made us deal with those refugees, and now you want us to hand over our family collections for those Miracaesar people?! Why?! We nobles haven't received a single benefit, while you Shadow Church guys have gained a lot of benefits because of your relationship and alliance with that guy Lu Ming! These spellbooks should be provided by you!"

Seeing Priest Chimzia's face grow increasingly dark and Priest Kazna's smile increasingly dangerous, the more intelligent members of the nobles hurriedly stood up, trying to persuade them not to be angry and to make that hothead apologize to them.

But before they could speak, Priestess Vigana, who was the most kind-hearted, suddenly said, "The problem is, our temple only has a few magic books in its collection, which is not enough to fully pay for those rewards!"

Priestess Kazna continued, "Moreover, as the only Dark Elf in this country who still cherishes the nation, our Shadow Church has already given the two counts the spellbooks we could provide to copy themselves. But unfortunately, whether it's our Gulvig or the Imperial Capital, the Church can only offer a total of twelve or thirteen spellbooks."

Upon hearing this, all the nobles fell silent. The Shadow Church indeed possessed few spellbooks; even in the Shadow Church's temple in Gulvig, the magical homeland of Dark Elf, there were no more than seven spellbooks. After all, the Shadow Church was a religious force and didn't need to cultivate magic; divine spells and newly acquired miracles were sufficient for their needs.

Therefore, magic books are mostly collected by nobles.

There was nothing the nobles could do. After learning that their Dark Elf envoy, also a noble, needed to provide handwritten copies of magic books to resolve the trouble caused by the envoy, they had no choice but to agree to the three priests' request. However, no one knew how many copies they could provide, or how many contained errors or omissions.

After the nobles agreed to provide a copy of the magic book, Priestess Kazna smiled and said to them, "In that case, let's begin dealing with the refugees starting tomorrow!"

"Yes, Your Excellency!" The nobles rose, bowed slightly to the three priests, and then prepared to leave.

Seeing that they did not continue to cause trouble, the three priests ordered the priest to open the gate and let the nobles go.

However, after the nobles left, Lu Ming and Lothric, who were in the next room, came to the conference room.

"Many of those nobles have something to hide. They'll probably do something in the city tonight. We must quickly arrange our troops, keeping them on standby, and give them a fatal surprise the moment those nobles make their move!" Liu Ming said to the three priests as he casually sat down in a high-ranking noble's chair.

Thus, Chimchi made a quick decision and immediately ordered the priests present to go to the military camp in the north of the city to gather a thousand soldiers to prepare for the counterattack from those dim-witted nobles.

Liu Ming and Lothric exchanged a glance and then indicated that one of them would go to the east of the city and the other to the west, to prevent the Dark Elf nobles from playing any tricks.

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A few hours later, in the temporary slums in the east of the city, several Dark Elf nobles were lobbying the refugees, who were originally priests and officials against the three gods—the Shadow Dragon King, the Goddess of Sin, and the God of Kaya—to protest against the Shadow Church, which was now led by the priests of these three gods.

Because these Dark Elf refugees were followers of the Poison God and the Spider Queen, and were very dissatisfied with the current Shadow Church, they naturally agreed to rise up and resist the 'tyranny' of the current Shadow Church under the persuasion of these nobles with ulterior motives.

However, before they left, the leader of the refugees suddenly seemed to have a sudden burst of intelligence and asked the nobles with considerable concern, "Miss, we are just refugees. How can we possibly defeat those priests of the Shadow Church? You know, even the priests of the Poison God and the Spider Queen couldn't defeat them!"

Upon hearing this, the nobleman who had been asked the question immediately snapped, "What nonsense are you spouting?! Are you doubting our preparations are thorough enough?!"

"We dare not! But we are unarmed now, and to fight those priests who possess divine magic would be tantamount to suicide."

Seeing that he was still somewhat worried, another Dark Elf nobleman came over and said to him and the other refugees, "Did you think we wouldn't prepare weapons for you? Look! This is the treasure we've prepared for you. With it, you'll be able to defeat those priests!"

As he spoke, the nobleman took out several strange gems and handed them to some of the strong Dark elves among the refugees.

Looking at these purplish-black gems that exuded an ominous aura, the refugee leader gritted his teeth, suddenly raised them high, and roared, "Fight for the Poison God and the Spider Queen!!"

"Fight for the Poison God and the Spider Queen!!" "Fight for the Poison God and the Spider Queen!!" "Fight for the Poison God and the Spider Queen!!"

Amidst shouts and screams, the refugees used the gems, and before the horrified eyes of the nobles, they transformed into monstrous, mushy creatures...8

Chapter Fifteen - A Pre-Prepared Trap

The screams of the Dark Elf suddenly reached Lu Ming's ears, and a smile immediately appeared on his lips.

The unique, nauseating aura of the Dark Elf wafted from afar along with the Dark Elf's screams, letting him know that the Dark Elf had also begun to make its move.

His fated entanglement with the Deep had instilled in him a deep-seated hatred for it, and now he was about to face the monsters of the Deep once more—how could he not be excited? This time, he possessed new magic, giving him a much greater chance of victory.

So while the priests of the Shadow Church and some ordinary Dark Elf soldiers were terrified by the monster slowly crawling towards them, he was completely unafraid.

Holding the Aries Staff, Lu Ming walked step by step toward the wailing black mud monsters, and asked them with a smile, "How does it feel? The feeling of devouring your companions one by one in this dark and mysterious place!"

"Eat...eat...eat!!" The black mud monster howled as it formed the faces of Dark Elf on its body and lunged at Lu Ming.

"Because he lost his mind? How pathetic! Ha!" With a slight dodge, Lu Ming easily dodged the black mud monster's attack, then smiled and used the magic sword that sprang from the Aries Staff to slice through the black mud monster's body, cutting it in half.

Immediately, the black mud monster screamed in agony.

In their terror, the priests of the Church of Shadows watched as the monster, sliced ​​open by the magic sword, was quickly covered by tiny crystals, which transformed into a large, purplish-black crystal, and it died completely.

During the battle with several smaller black mud monsters, several ordinary soldiers were easily devoured by the monsters due to their carelessness, becoming part of them. Therefore, they found it hard to imagine just how strong Lu Ming was. At least, the monsters that seemed difficult to deal with to them were very weak in his hands—extremely weak!

Perhaps sensing Lu Ming's power, the black mud monsters immediately abandoned their opponents and pounced on Lu Ming.

Seeing this, Lu Ming couldn't help but sneer and said, "You're courting death!"

He inverted the holy staff, increasing the output of magic power, turning the magic sword into a crystal sword exuding a terrifying aura and crimson power. Just as the black mud monsters were about to pounce on him, Lu Ming plunged the magic sword into the ground beneath his feet!

Instantly, a burst of scarlet magical energy exploded, blasting all the black mud monsters away. Some of them even developed crimson crystals on their bodies, which devoured the monsters' power and life force.

"You're really weak. What? Not full yet? Want more? Too bad! I won't give you that chance! You monstrous creatures!" After plunging his magic sword into the body of the last black mud monster struggling to crawl toward a few ordinary Dark Elf soldiers, Lu Ming turned to the priests of the Shadow Church.