After traveling through time, I want to become a magical omnipotent saint

Chapter 155 Isabella's Anxiety

Isabella went to the Saint's House and looked up at the Guild Building. At this moment, the sun had not yet set in the Snow Elf Kingdom, and the afterglow of the sun was particularly dazzling.

The suspended white walls of the building shone brighter and brighter. There were no guild members inside or outside the building, and the huge venue seemed very empty.

Once we entered the main hall of the guild building, we saw only a handful of members walking around.

Isabella seldom hangs around in the guild, mainly because she doesn't have much time, and secondly, every time she comes she only talks to Ling Yi, Shui Xi and the Thirteen Envoys to make arrangements.

Erwin flew in quickly from outside the hall in his magic cloak and bowed hastily to Isabella.

"Lady Saint... the guild has already sent out its idle members to recruit new members. Ling Yi and Shui Xi are currently in the Snow Fairy Court."

Isabella was patient enough. She came here just to take a look out of boredom, so she followed Erwin and wandered around other places in the guild.

Behind the main building of the guild are two round towers for accommodation, and twenty-four suspended buildings located near the round towers surround the three tall buildings of the guild.

Stroll along the twenty-four roads of different sizes connected by suspended bridges. The bridges are the gates connecting the twenty-four buildings, and look like a string of pearls from a distance.

The building is used as an office and smelting manufacturing place, with scrolls, magic tools, and potions.

The busy guild members did not neglect their work when they saw the Saint. After all, they were making magical instruments, which was different from ordinary work. If they stopped, the instruments would become waste. But no matter how busy they were, all the members would wait for Isabella to approach and greet her warmly as "Saint".

Half an hour later, Isabella went to the training ground at the back of the guild and couldn't help but sigh that the guild planned by Ling Yi had become a production site for a complete set of magical instruments.

"...Our guild is not famous enough, and I have never been reassured that we can't find the Magic Group."

Isabella said as she accompanied Erwin in a casual conversation.

"Lady Saint..." Erwin asked, "The black cloud of magic fog that appeared in the Oberic Empire not long ago has been wiped out, but there is no trace of the Magic Guest Group. I wonder if they are afraid of us?"

"The Magic Group is willing to take any risks. June has just begun, and we can't find any trace of them. This makes me feel suspicious. They don't seem like an organization that would back down after losing a king-level monster."

Erwin nodded, thinking meaningfully.

Lingyi and Shuixi flew to the guild quickly, and they sensed Isabella from a distance.

"How come you have time to come here today without telling me in advance?" Shui Xi asked. In Isabella's eyes, Shui Xi was still so tall.

"...I feel very uncomfortable with the inexplicably peaceful life. After the trial is over, I always feel a little uneasy."

Isabella said to the two.

"While recruiting, are there any members of the Magicians who want to join our guild?"

Shui Xi thought about it carefully, touched the tip of her nose with her index finger and said thoughtfully: "There are still some, and they are all girls, but in the end they were eaten by Tliqinana! It seems... I haven't encountered them for more than a month. Did they change their strategy?"

Ling Yi looked at Isabella and said, "Today, some ministers and nobles of the Snow Fairy Kingdom are discussing whether to establish a church dedicated to the Saint. They even thought of a name, which is... the Saint Church. I have shelved their proposal, and I want to seek your advice."

Isabella felt that her title of saint was just a gimmick, and she was so evil-minded that how could she dare to be a respected person.

Isabella said angrily, "If it is formed spontaneously by the people, it does not represent our guild. Let them do what they want. We just need to sever ties with them. Their church is not allowed to have additional troops."

Ling Yi's eyes suddenly lit up: Those who proposed the church were mostly old nobles who had been deprived of their armies. Once they established a church, they would have many excuses to win over the army, and they might even become powerful subordinates of our guild. If they did something out of line, it would also damage the reputation of our guild.

"That makes sense..." Ling Yi clapped her hands as she suddenly understood something. "I will explain everything to them tomorrow and sever the relationship between our guild and the church they formed."

Shui Xi suddenly thought of it, nodded and sighed: "Yes, but they will use various excuses to morally bind our Saint Lady, what should we do?"

Isabella responded, "You told others that the Saint exorcises monsters in the guild and is never worshipped in the church..."

Three days later, in the third underground floor lobby at the Magic Group headquarters.

"The demonization experiment has encountered a new bottleneck. The newest demonized people can only maintain their demonized bodies for one year. After one year, they need to be re-injected with the original medicine, otherwise their bodies will age rapidly..."

A young researcher from the Magic Group introduced the notes in the manuscript to Tolivia.

"...Many members of our Magic Group have begun to waver. They have begun to doubt that the Saint has the ability to prevent the end of the world, especially those who have been injected with demonization. They said it was a premonition."

Tolivia Bondo said calmly: "The Saint does not exist. The prophecy book of the Coriloman Empire accurately fulfilled the events that happened in history. Moreover, the real Saint will not appear for another hundred years. The countdown to the end of the world will only be before the Saint appears."

"Those who raise questions are disloyal," Tolivia ordered, "Pass on my order. Anyone whose consciousness is not firm will no longer enjoy the magic potion and will be sent to the Island of the Dead."

After the institute left, Shimaika knelt on one knee in front of Tolivia and said flatteringly: "Master Chief, our members have figured out the activities and distribution of the high-level magicians in the Gweibining Empire! There will be a cocktail party in mid-June, and they will gather on Sanjiao Island. At that time, I want to bring White Nightmare to catch them all in one fell swoop."

Tolivia was unwilling to rest assured. Last time, he asked others to attack the elven warriors on Crescent Island, including holding back the elven god, which resulted in heavy losses.

But on second thought, every action of Schmika is satisfactory.

"How many people were there at their party?"

Tolivia said as she took a sip of her coffee, looking at Schmica's confident expression.

"There are about 35 high-level magicians, equivalent to 70% of the high-level combat strength of the Gwebinin Empire," Shimaika replied. "The weather was very good on that day, so they might have to stay for a while. If they fight quickly, the White Nightmare will slaughter their mansion in five minutes without leaving a single one alive!"