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The bard honestly said, "Moreover, it can transmit the image of the image transmission crystal to various places and transfer it to the matching equipment. The Rote Merchant Guild just happened to ask me to test this crystal."
"By the way, the footage from just now until now has been broadcast live on the big screen in the main square of the working-class area..."
"Huh?" Duke Moss was stunned.
Suddenly, the surrounding light seemed to dim considerably. Turning around, he found himself surrounded by a massive crowd, with countless angry gazes fixed on Duke Moss.
"Haha." Duke Moss chuckled dryly, beads of sweat constantly dripping from his forehead: "Well..."
"Would you believe me if I said I really just wanted to do a good deed?"
next moment.
Countless rotten eggs and vegetable leaves rained down on them.
"Duke Moss!!! You deserve to die!!!"
"Liar! Liar! You absolutely used some unfair means to secure the nomination for the Greatest Noble of the Year!!!"
"I knew it! How could such a despicable scumbag become the Greatest Noble of the Year! There's a conspiracy! There's a conspiracy!!!"
"Duke Moss must die!!!"
A barrage of insults, filled with anger and disgust, swept across the land.
In a short period of time, Duke Moss's evil deeds of destroying the orphanage and the scene of stealing the offerings recorded by the recording crystal spread throughout the commoners' district and even the entire capital city through word of mouth and playback by the recording crystal!
The emotions of the people were more intense than ever before, and large groups of commoners even marched to the palace gates, demanding the abolition of the Duke of Moss's nomination of the Great Noble of the Year.
Half an hour later, the knights, who had been alerted by the news, rushed to the scene and suppressed the crowd, finally managing to rescue Duke Moss, who had been beaten half to death and was barely recognizable as a human, from the crowd.
Sensing the indignant atmosphere throughout the capital, the Knights Commander Erwin felt a chill run down his spine:
"—Duke Moss, are you really here to do good deeds?"
Inside the carriage, Duke Moss dropped the small pearls and burst into tears: "I won't do it again! I'll never do it again!!!"
……
Civilian area.
A noble's podium.
"My husband, Deng, actually made it into the nomination list for the nobility?!"
Looking up from the newly published Royal Capital Daily, Tang Ke's face lit up with surprise, as if he were dreaming: "Jenny, we did it!!!"
"The royal family actually recognized our votes." Jenny's eyes widened in disbelief.
"The tolerance of the noble royal family is beyond our imagination!" Tang Ke clenched his fist excitedly. "The wisdom of the Mino Warriors is indeed very enlightening. This is a great opportunity, Jenny. I really see hope..."
"If we continue using those marketing tactics, we're sure we can get Duke Moss elected as the greatest nobleman!"
"Let's get started on the next phase of the publicity!" On the stage, Tom and Jenny were excitedly discussing the second round of competition among the nominated nobles.
The dense footsteps gradually approached.
"Oh? It's you guys." Tang Ke's eyes lit up when he saw some familiar faces. "You've come to vote for Duke Moss so quickly? That's so enthusiastic!"
The leading civilian glanced at the crowd behind him, then, with a cold face and a slightly angry tone, shouted, "Smash it!"
"Smash!" A group of civilians brandished their hoes and hammers!
"Wait, wait... what are you doing?!" Stunned, Tom and Jenny were thrown off the podium and watched as the wooden board engraved with Duke Moss's name was smashed to pieces by a group of people!
"Pah! What kind of trash dares to run for the greatest nobleman!"
Before leaving, these people spat on the ruins of the podium.
"What... is going on..." Tang Ke stood there blankly, watching the departing figures of these people, and what he could vaguely confirm was that... Duke Moss's chances of being elected the greatest nobleman of the year were close to zero.
"Mino Warrior didn't teach me about this situation?" Tang Ke looked bewildered.
If Mino were here, he would definitely tell him that the most crucial point in effective marketing is: be wary of the incompetent teammate themselves—
……
royal palace.
As the newspaper buzz surrounding the Duke of Moss's nomination for the Great Noble of the Year gradually died down.
Minister Tus emerged from Prince Ota's study, having confirmed every detail of the action plan to "make Duke Moss be scolded again." He braced himself and prepared to begin orchestrating this preliminary action to activate the God of All Weapons.
"Minister Tuss! We may... no longer need this operation!"
A minister involved in the operation suddenly strode over, his face somewhat strange.
"Oh? Why?" Tus was stunned, only to feel a faint, boisterous shouting and cursing coming from the direction of the palace gate.
The minister quickly leaned close to Tus's ear, and as Tus listened, his expression gradually became more and more interesting.
Looking at the blue sky outside the window, he suddenly felt that today would be a sunny and beautiful day, and sighed:
"It has to be Duke Moss..."
In any case, all the conditions for activating the God of All Weapons have been met.
Chapter 216 Bloodlust, Decaying Weapons
Early in the morning, a thin newspaper was placed on the low, round pine dining table.
The Grand Duke's Residence.
In the dimly lit room, glaring words rose gently along with the aroma of black tea.
A pair of greyish-red eyes opened with a hint of confusion: "That guy Moss... he actually made it into the nobility nominations... What is he planning to do? How did he do it?"
Dane stood to the side, watching the slight unease and wariness on Thanaus's face, like a sensitive and easily angered lion.
Having been lurking in the capital for so many years and having a thorough understanding of the situation there, the Grand Duke encountered a situation beyond his control for the first time, and coincidentally... it happened at the most crucial moment in his plans.
"Duke Moss, this won't really affect your position as the greatest nobleman of the year, will it?"
Dane was somewhat uneasy. The Knights' investigation a while ago had already made him tremble with fear, and now this had happened again in the noble election that seemed so close at hand.
“Impossible, the people aren’t blind.” Thanaus’s pale knuckles tapped the chair handle as he softly denied it, but Dane’s words struck a nerve.
He was just one step away. He would win the election again this year, and his ten consecutive terms, along with his accumulated merits, would be enough to convince the royal family to agree without any doubt that he would promote the Blood Cross Society throughout the country and lead the establishment of numerous orphanages to accumulate blood, instead of just being subject to the monitoring of the paladins in the capital as they were now.
The idea of Duke Moss becoming the greatest nobleman of the year sounds like a pipe dream, but... he must have made some kind of deal with the royal family or even that Pope Brad, and he actually made it into the nominations. So what else could be impossible?
“After the nominations are announced, the votes will not be so scattered. In the past, only the top three or even the top two nobles with the most votes have been able to win the election for that position.”
Sitting in his chair, Thanaus closed his eyes and said, as if to reassure himself, "Mess will never have another chance."
The communication token in his pocket flickered with a red light that only flashes in emergencies, reflecting on Thanaus's face, which was filled with doubt once again. He remained silent for a moment, then picked up the communication magic token and looked at the emergency message.
"This is impossible!!!"
Thanaus's body trembled violently, and his suddenly contracted pupils flashed with a scarlet light!
"What happened?" Dane sensed an extremely terrifying aura emanating from Thanaus, and in his moment of mental instability, he could no longer conceal his presence.
For the first time, a look of shock and disbelief crossed Thanaus's face as he murmured to himself:
"Morning Dew Orphanage... Moss... What is he planning? Could it be... that he has already discovered my plan?!"
"No, we can't wait any longer!" Thanaus made a decision in an instant; being cautious and suspicious, he wouldn't ignore even the slightest risk.
Looking at Dane, he said in a deep voice, "I need to make some preparations. No matter what happens during this time, don't contact me. Better safe than sorry!"
"What are you going to do? What about the second phase of the election?" Dane asked hurriedly.
"This is no longer the time to worry about that. You can make your own decision!" Thanaus even considered cutting off his own tail to save himself, but then felt it wasn't necessary to go that far and could only let Dane decide based on the situation.
Seeing Thanaus's gloomy face, Dane knew that even if he pressed for an answer, the other man would not respond. His eyes flickered slightly, and he could only leave in response.
Thanaus was left alone in the dimly lit room.
After a long period of contemplation, his scarlet eyes no longer concealed their gleam: "I originally planned to wait until things were done before reaping all at once, but it seems that Moss has already come into contact with something..."
He sat up from the chair, walked slowly to the window, and pulled back the thick curtains, letting the harsh sunlight shine on his face.
Thanaus's gaze flickered like the deep sea.
Over the past decade, under the guise of the Blood Cross's charity, he secretly funded the establishment of numerous orphanages in the capital and adopted a large number of displaced orphans from the outskirts of the capital. While winning the love and respect of the ignorant masses, he also led to an increase in the number of orphanages in the capital and a growing number of children coming to or being sent to these orphanages...
There are so many now... even if there were fewer, no one would notice...
The crimson light in the room blazed like a beast baring its fangs, while icy voices raged through the air, carrying with them a chilling, blood-red atmosphere.
"In that case, let's begin the harvest tonight—"
……
It is late at night.
The holy white cross hovered at the top of the sky, yet was shrouded in a layer of grayish darkness.
The magnificent, colorful transparent glass casts a dazzling light on the gold-edged red carpet, the statue of the goddess glows with an ancient luster, and the tranquil hymns echo in the air.
In the solemn and majestic center of the church, an elderly man in a wide papal robe bowed his head devoutly, his ruby scepter gleaming faintly.
Pure white light emanated from him, surging towards the top of the cathedral. The resounding voices of countless believers echoed within the cathedral, only to vanish in an instant… A sacred aura materialized from the void, and the cathedral bells rang softly.
Boom, boom, boom——
The three chimes, neither too loud nor too soft, carried a unique rhythm, their sound gradually descending from high to low, striking the deep, dark church floor, as if awakening something.
"The power of emotions has reached its threshold."
Brad opened one of his somewhat frozen prosthetic eyes and slowly pronounced his verdict.
"Pope Brad, the initiation ceremony of the God of All Weapons is ready—" Archbishop Hope walked over with a bowl of medicinal soup, his shoulders trembling slightly as he looked at Brad's back. He felt that the Pope's aura was particularly terrifying today.
“Yes, I know,” Brad said softly, lightly gripping the scepter.
At this moment, the entire magic array of the Holy Church was under his control. If he wished, he could activate its power at any time, awaken the Holy Church's foundation, and unleash the power he had long coveted.
"Hope, this day has finally come. Ten years, or a full hundred years including the awakening of my Sacred Body."
"And today, I am finally able to realize my long-cherished wish, so that all the sweat, effort, and everything I have put in over the past century can be rewarded."
A hint of desolation appeared on his aged face, and Brad sighed softly, "It hasn't been easy."
“Yes, it wasn’t easy.” Hope didn’t quite grasp the true meaning behind Brad’s words and replied somewhat cautiously, “Today, your long-cherished wish to defeat the demons and save humanity can finally be fulfilled.”