Everyone's become an adventurer, so who's going to put in the effort themselves?

"Why can't he just approach you for cooperation directly?"

“The Phantom Face is an outsider,” Cohen replied expressionlessly. “To be precise, he’s someone sent by the higher-ups of the Evangelical Faction in Mona City.”

"An imperial envoy?" Lynn looked at Cohen in surprise.

"It seems you have indeed infiltrated the local evangelical community quite thoroughly."

They've pushed the Gospel Church to the point where they've sent an imperial envoy to investigate. It's like they're just short of replacing the head, isn't it?

"Can you please stop focusing on things that can't be discussed?"

Cohen then glared at Lynn with some annoyance:

"Shouldn't you be asking about the benefits?"

Lynn nodded upon hearing this, and then asked bluntly, "What are the benefits?"

"The authority to exchange resources within the garrison city, and also the resource exchange channels within the Gospel Church..."

Before Cohen could finish speaking, Lynn interrupted him, saying:

"Give me something specific."

Cohen opened his mouth upon hearing this, then gave Lynn one last, deep look:

"Within the Evangelical Fellowship, there are some well-established 'ancient' upgrade systems that allow people to become stronger by tapping into their bloodlines, without relying on the Stigmata system."

"Huh?" Lynn looked over in 'surprise': "There's a system that allows you to level up and become stronger without relying on Holy Marks?"

Although he was surprised, Lynn was mostly faking it.

Having transmigrated, he had long felt that since he had transmigrated, things like cultivation, martial arts, and magic probably existed, but he just hadn't discovered them yet.

So Lynn had suspected that there were ways to become stronger in this world that weren't part of the Stigmata System, but now Cohen had finally confirmed it.

"There is indeed such a way to become stronger."

Cohen nodded, then said with a somewhat heavy heart:

"Or rather, what the Gospel Society pursues is to break free from the influence of the gods, and through the training and practice of life itself, to obtain power that surpasses the power given by the stigmata, until one becomes a new god."

Do you understand what I'm saying?

Lynn paused for a moment after hearing this, then nodded:

"I can understand a little."

"But there must be something wrong with this, right?"

“Otherwise, given the ideas of the Evangelical Fellowship, I think they should become ascetics, not the dangerous organization that the church defines them as now.”

"There are indeed risks."

Cohen nodded slightly, then narrowed his eyes and said:

Let me put it this way.

"If the Knightworth family's bloodline cultivation method is to cultivate dragon blood until it transforms into a giant dragon..."

"The Gospel Church's training method is to let weak human bloodlines devour the bloodline power of various races such as dragons, elves, orcs, and dwarves, and evolve into the strongest and most flawless 'perfect person'."

As Lynn listened, his expression became extremely strange: "Why does this sound like a Frankenstein's monster to me?"

Cohen glanced at Lynn upon hearing this: "They call such beings 'perfect life,' 'omniscient beings,' and 'gospel answerers.'"

"If extreme evangelicals heard what you said, it would cause trouble."

Lynn scratched his cheek, but showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

The method of turning adventurers into dragons is reversed, allowing human blood to devour the bloodlines of all other races.

"That's a really crazy idea."

Lynn clicked his tongue: "With so many bloodlines mixed together, are you sure there won't be any genetic mutations?"

Seeing that Lynn seemed to understand the situation, and even used the novel term "genetic mutation," Cohen sighed.

“If you’re talking about those deformed children within the evangelical community, then that’s certainly a mutation.”

"Although I don't want to admit it, the Gospel Society has indeed produced a lot of results on bloodlines through a large amount of research, and also has the means to cultivate an ordinary person without a holy mark into an adventurer comparable to a hero."

"Therefore, in the last hundred years, some bloodline families, although they do not admit it on the surface, have secretly sent many people in to steal their research."

Lynn's expression became quite subtle upon hearing this.

This description and this situation reminded him of the winery in Detective Conan.

Could it be that the Gospel Church is just an empty shell, with its members being built up by local nobles and city-guarding talents?

Could it be that this is a Ke-style imitation?

"So, the benefit you're referring to is that I can receive the nurturing of my bloodline through the Gospel?"

Lynn looked at Cohen with a subtle expression.

"Isn't this enough for you?"

Cohen looked at Lynn in surprise, then said with certainty:

"For high-purity dragon blood, we don't lack directions to become stronger; what we lack is the efficiency of becoming stronger."

"And what you need most, that pure bloodline that can even integrate with the impurities stolen by Jeken, isn't it the most efficient bloodline extraction method researched by the Gospel Church?"

Lynn paused for a moment after hearing this.

His bloodline?

LOL, there's no such thing. He has a skill system as a cheat code.

He relied on the system to rapidly cultivate the dragon blood. Although he was curious about the Gospel Society's methods, he did not believe that the system's efficiency could be inferior to theirs.

Lynn had no intention of explaining this to Cohen.

"Okay, give me some time, I'll think about it."

Seemingly sensing Lynn's polite refusal, Cohen said nothing more, only sighed and said:

"Okay, think about it."

After saying that, Cohen seemed to remember something and turned to ask:

"Speaking of which, did you come to see me just now because of something?"

"I almost forgot." Lynn slapped his forehead and said with a sudden realization, "I need an internal recommendation letter from the guild. Hmm, a senior advisor is enough."

"A letter of recommendation? That's easy."

Cohen had no reason to refuse such a small request.

He put down his hot tea, pulled an envelope and pen and paper from his desk, quickly signed a letter of recommendation, and handed it to Lynn:

"Do you need me to contact some other people who have recommendation qualifications?"

"No need, we're just missing yours."

Lynn took the letter of recommendation and waved the envelope in front of Cohen:

"Then we'll meet again sometime, Director of Admissions~"

Cohen was taken aback by this, then said speechlessly:

"I've changed my mind. Just give the letter back to me."

"That won't do!"

Lynn darted to the door, pushed it open, and stopped, turning her head to glance at Cohen.

"Also, just a friendly reminder, don't get too deeply involved."

Cohen fell silent upon hearing this.

Just then, Lynn pushed open the door and saw Fiona and Seria standing guard at the door.

Upon seeing Lynn emerge, Fiona, who had been sitting by the window in the corridor, immediately jumped down, patted her pants, and said:

"No fight broke out?"

"Yes, luckily a fight didn't break out."

Lynn nodded and waved the letter of recommendation in his hand:

"Furthermore, the letter arrived, and I also learned a little secret that I can't tell anyone."

Fiona scratched her head upon hearing this: "A secret that can't be told? Isn't that tempting someone to commit a crime?"

Ignoring Fiona's complaints, Celia looked Lynn up and down, then calmly picked up her staff and said:

"I just used the wind to scout the law enforcement office and found Far and Millie unconscious in the changing room."

After she finished speaking, Seria added:

"Illusionary Face, indeed knows its limits."

Lynn gave Seria a strange look.

Did Celia eavesdrop on the whole thing, knowing that Illusionary Face was being discreet?

Lynn thought Cohen would take some soundproofing and privacy measures.

Or rather, he did try, but failed to stop Seria?

Thinking of this, Lynn shook his head, then said to Seria:

"Is the person really alright?"

“They’re fine.” Celia shook her head, then looked at Lynn. “But you might have a problem.”

"Me?" Lynn asked, puzzled.

Just then, a gust of wind blew, and a letter landed in Seria's hand:

"This is the letter we found on Millie. Take a look."

Upon hearing this, Lynn took the envelope, glanced at Seria before opening it, and then opened the envelope to take a look.

As a result, there were only two lines of text inside the huge envelope.

Hey bro, wanna hook up?

[—From your dearest Huanhuan~]

Looking at the envelope in his hand, Lynn seemed to have a big question mark on his head.

Chapter 67 Let me show you what a genius is!

"What did you see? Why do you look so strange?"

Fiona peeked over, and when she saw the contents of the envelope, her face immediately contorted with disgust:

"Oh my god, who is this person? Little Huanhuan? How can there be such a disgusting guy?"

"How can a grown man say such a thing? Isn't he ashamed?"

Fiona.

Seria gently tapped Fiona's head with her staff:

"I should have reminded you before that when you encounter a situation, you shouldn't make hasty judgments based on your own subjective opinions."

"How to say?"

Fiona paused for a moment, then turned to look at the envelope:

"Could it be that he's a woman?"

Hearing this, Lynn looked over as well. The image in his mind was still that of Sid, the middle-aged man.

But you're saying he's a woman?

Lynn had to stand and listen!

Seria nodded slightly: "According to the information we have, the Phantom Face should be a branch of the succubus, a special group of the Phantom Face race."

"You seem to have forgotten the common knowledge that succubi are all women."