What if you ascend to the wrong world?

"Your Highness."

The pastor who received Ye Tu and Ivy at noon stood behind the old man, his posture extremely humble.

"Should we inform Mr. Ye to come over?"

“No need,” the old man said in a deep voice. “Since he admires the glory of our Lord, having the sacred artifact by his side is enough.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in the mirror changed, and Ye Tu's figure suddenly appeared.

He had already walked past Qiming Square and was now strolling along the streets of Chenxing Lane, still holding the gold-embossed copy of "The Covenant of Dawn" in his hand.

He had initially thought that Ye Tu, who had been temporarily added to the team, was not simple, but now it seemed...

It seems like it's just so-so.

Constantly having a book in hand is already an initial sign of being influenced by sacred objects.

Judging from this, it won't be long before the Lord has another devout believer.

He paused, then lightly tapped his knuckles on the table.

"Send Yaen to retrieve the third derivative of [Tears of Dawn]. Make sure tonight's operation goes perfectly."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

A glint of fanaticism flashed in the middle-aged pastor's eyes as he turned and left.

His Holiness the current Pope is old and will soon return to the Kingdom of God.

His Highness Cyril is one of the three archbishops and the crown prince of the empire!

Until the pastor has completely left.

The golden light in Cyril's eyes dimmed, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair, but his turbulent thoughts couldn't be stopped.

As His Holiness the Pope grows older, various parties are stirring with ambition.

For example, those mages in the Mage Association...

Even after having already endured the wrath of the gods, they still dared to dream of touching that forbidden realm that belonged only to the gods.

Especially the president of the Dharma Masters Association!

"Ah~"

With a soft sigh, Cyril appeared somewhat tired.

In an era when the gods are silent, too many madmen want to seize the power of the gods.

As one of the very few deities capable of bestowing divine power and manifesting miracles, the Lord inevitably attracts covetousness.

Although he never believed that the rats could touch the Lord's glory, it was an unforgivable sin if the Lord's pasture were disturbed!

and so……

The Empire absolutely cannot afford to lose Frostfeather at this time!

Cyril opened his eyes, a deep and intense darkness flashing within them.

Irene Vitte can only be his!

……

……

Night was falling.

When Ye Tu returned to his residence, a crescent moon was already hanging high in the night sky.

Just as I was about to open the door and go in, I noticed a food box in front of the door with a note stuck to it.

I didn't know what you liked to eat, so I just brought you some random things.

He shook his head and chuckled softly, then picked up the food box, opened the door, and went inside.

After casually tossing aside the "Dawn Covenant" in his hand, he went straight to the table on the balcony, sat down, placed the food box on the table, and opened it.

Thanks to the magic array inscribed inside the food box, the food inside, despite having been sitting for a long time, still looked as fresh as if it had just come out of the pot, with perfect color and aroma.

Although Ye Tu had long been able to live on air and dew and consume qi for longevity, he had also long been accustomed to fasting.

But having been in this world for so long, I still haven't tried its food.

In addition, this was a token of Ivia's goodwill, so he decided to give it a try.

As a wisp of magic surged forth, the silver spoon began to extend and lengthen, splitting into two parts.

In the blink of an eye, the spoon transformed into a pair of chopsticks.

However, he had barely picked up his chopsticks and hadn't even taken two bites.

Call ~

A cold wind blew in from the doorway, and the chill filled the room, making the temperature drop considerably.

A tall, imposing figure entered at some unknown time and stood in the center of the living room. Vast magical power surged, causing a layer of white frost to form on the ground and the surrounding walls.

Countless tiny ice crystals drifted in the air, and the extreme cold seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow.

He was dressed in heavy silver-white armor, with inscriptions flowing on his shoulder armor, a white cloak fluttering in the wind, and a hideous mask covering his entire face.

It was incredibly oppressive.

"Shouldn't you knock before entering?" Ye Tu said with a smile.

This calm demeanor seemed to surprise the visitor, but he remained silent for a while.

“I am Irenevit Etherland.”

A cold voice came through the finger-width gap in the mask.

"We need the help of your Mage Association now."

She had previously agreed to assist the Mage Association in developing the [Heroic Mimicry Weapon], and the Mage Association had promised to provide assistance if necessary.

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

Ye Tu got up from the table and walked over to her.

"I'm not a member of the Mage Association."

"..."

Is this an attempt to renege on a debt?

"However, since you sent me some good material, I might as well lend you a hand."

I was originally planning to go see this 'artifact' and the hero again tomorrow, but I didn't expect her to come to me on her own.

As he spoke, Ye Tu raised his right hand and pointed at the mask that covered his entire face.

Irene Vitte instinctively wanted to dodge, but just as that thought crossed her mind, Ye Tu had already pointed his finger at her visor.

hum~

She could only feel her own surging, extremely cold magic power flowing back uncontrollably.

In an instant, everything seemed to be rewound. The indoor temperature began to rise, and the white frost that had formed on the floor and surrounding walls disappeared, as if nothing had ever happened.

Even the silver-white heavy armor on Irene Vitte's body melted away like ice and snow, turning into specks of blue light and dissipating.

Surprisingly, the figure beneath the silver-white heavy armor was not as muscular as expected.

Instead, she was a woman of unparalleled beauty.

Her plain-colored dress accentuated her shapely figure, and her snow-white hair cascaded down to her ankles.

Fair skin, pale lips, and a cool, sharp eyebrow shape.

It has a cool and detached beauty that can only be admired from afar.

However, at this moment, those icy blue eyes were fixed on Ye Tu.

Who is this person?!

They disarmed her divine weapon so easily!

"What exactly are you...?"

dong dong!

A sudden knock on the door interrupted what Irene Wett was about to say.

"Mr. Ye, are you resting?"

But it was the pastor from the daytime.

Chapter 4 Your ancestor was truly a scoundrel.

Outside the door, behind the priest stood a squad of Holy Radiance Warriors clad in heavy gold and white armor.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man dressed in a red robe with gold patterns, holding a teardrop-shaped crystal the size of a fist in his right hand.

Watching the priest's retreating figure, a Holy Light Warrior standing at the very front of the group looked somewhat puzzled.

"Uncle, we're here for..."

However, before he could finish speaking, the middle-aged man turned around and glanced at him.

One look was enough to make him change his mind.

"Lord Yern, why don't we just go in and search?"

They are the Lord's most devout believers, warriors blessed by the glorious Lord of the Great Dawn.

The other party was nothing more than an ignorant mage from the Mage Association.

Why not just kick the door open and rush in?

Just as outsiders believe that most people in the Dawn Empire are stupid.

The people of the Dawn Empire also believed that the outside world was ignorant and did not understand the greatness of the Lord.

Simply put, both sides think the other is an idiot.

"Shut up," Yann said coldly.

Tonight's operation was ordered personally by His Highness Cyril, and it must be carried out in secrecy. We absolutely cannot alert his subordinates at this critical juncture.

otherwise……

How could an ignorant and madman who doesn't know divine revelation or divine grace possibly stand outside the door waiting like this?

After being reprimanded, the Holy Radiance Warrior became obedient, lowering his head and daring not to speak again.

The remaining Holy Radiance Warriors finally realized what was going on.

No wonder!

No wonder this guy, who's like a third-rate villain, always looking down on people with his head held high, got promoted so quickly. It turns out Bishop Yann is his uncle!

Soon, the door opened, and Ye Tu stood behind it, holding the book "The Covenant of Dawn" in his hand.

"Good evening, Mr. Ye," the pastor said with a smile.

I'm sorry to bother you so late.

“We are searching for a…very important person. She just fled in this direction, so we came to check.”

Even at this point, the pastor dared not say that he and his companions were hunting down a 'fugitive'.

After all, no one can deny the contributions that he and his father made to the empire.

Just as the pastor was explaining to Ye Tu, Yann's gaze had already passed over Ye Tu and swept around the living room behind him.

however……

No?

The remaining magical energy clearly points here, so how could it not be there?

"I understand, everyone please feel free to do as you please." Ye Tu smiled.

Then he moved aside and went back to sit at the table on the balcony.

Yann glanced at the "Dawn Covenant" in his hand, and his expression softened a bit.