............"Alright, see you tomorrow!" Aarav locked the door carefully before walking away, bidding them goodbye."Hey, Mr. Veridian, please don't leave us hanging like that!" Flora and Blossom called out in frustration, but Aarav only waved at them before hailing a cab and leaving them standing there."Seriously, why didn't he explain clearly? He just left us here. Can you believe him, sister?" Flora muttered in frustration, turning to her sister Blossom, who shared the same expression."Did we lose our charm, sister? Or does our new boss swing that way?" Blossom's question earned her a stink eye from Flora."Arghh...let's just go. We need to prepare for tomorrow," Flora groaned, poking her heels into the pavement before the sisters decided to leave and return home to rest early.Meanwhile, Aarav arrived at the usual place near the church and saw that the bishops, along with others, were already present."Whoa...look at the crowd, this is insane. Let's hope what I planned will w
............As church transportation was only available to those believers who truly had faith in their Lord Heir and God Elandor.The church men really disliked those who made fun of them, as they always disregarded their faith and loyalty to their Lord Heir and God Elandor, so how could the church people tolerate them?"Alright...Alright, let's get back to work, everyone," Bishop Dominic clapped his hands and shouted at the gossiping priests and laypeople."Phew...we need to get back to our task at hand," Bishop Benedict returned after distributing the cards and sending the people back through the transportation."How much longer do you think we will take if we keep going so slowly? I think we need to summon area by area and start cleansing from there. That would be more efficient and fast," Bishop Benedict added, pointing out their subpar progress with their current task."Right, let's do that," Bishop Dominic nodded in agreement with Bishop Benedict's suggestion.Their current t
............"How much longer until we reach the gate?" Archbishop Deniel asked the cab driver, eyeing the long line of vehicles ahead."About half an hour, Sir," the young driver replied."Very well," Archbishop Deniel nodded, his gaze drifting to the towering 50-meter-long wall ahead.Even from a distance, the wall looked imposing, prompting people to wonder how it was constructed ages ago."Do you know, Sir, what's really famous in this city lately?" The young cab driver struck up a conversation, noticing they still had some time before reaching the city."Well, I haven't been to this city in a while, so I'm not up to date with the recent changes," replied the Archbishop, intrigued by the opportunity to learn from a local's perspective.In truth, his first agenda was to gather information directly from the locals about the city. He valued their firsthand experiences."Well, let me tell you, Sir. You might want to see it for yourself. It's the newly opened drama play hosted once a
............"Hmm, it's really old, about ten years, I think," the old man said, examining the address. He seemed to recognize the street name mentioned."Huh, did you recognize it then?" Archbishop asked, feeling hopeful at the old man's reaction."But that street seems to have had an accident ten years ago. After that, it was renovated and completely changed," the old man's reply made Archbishop's face fall."What... what exactly happened back then that whole street got ruined?" the Archbishop asked, sensing something didn't add up."Hmm, I don't remember all the details, it's been a decade, but I recall there was some kind of fire," the old man replied, his face deep in thought.The Archbishop furrowed his brow, pondering, 'How could a mere fire reduce the street to rubble? And there should have been a Bishop present; fire shouldn't have been any big deal for him. So, how exactly...?'Despite his inquiries, the old man didn't have any further information. Frustrated, the Archbisho
............"Buy one, get two free, everyone... we have special free offers today," echoed the vendors' voices.The atmosphere was lively, with vendors energetically calling out their prices and shoppers leisurely browsing through racks of clothing.Despite the hustle and bustle, there was a sense of warmth and familiarity in the air, as if everyone here was part of a close-knit community."I really like this atmosphere. There's no tension in the air," he muttered.Archbishop couldn't help but feel drawn to the authenticity of this street.Unlike the glitz and glamour of the city's other districts, this place felt real and genuine. It was a reminder that sometimes, simplicity was all one needed to find comfort and contentment.As he walked further down the street, Archbishop couldn't help but admire the resilience and humility of the people here. They may not have had much, but they made the most of what they had, and that was something truly admirable."What's the name of this stre
............"Listen carefully, I won't repeat this next time. Our order of the Knights has been growing day by day and has become formidable after a decade of sacrifice. But remember, we are only allowed to live in this city and not step foot outside," the top executive addressed everyone. He praised their worthy work but also reminded them of their position as the chained guard dogs of northern borders.A tough-looking guy, Brian, his face marked by countless battles, got all fired up at President Roland. "How much longer are we gonna follow these stupid orders? The big shots up in the capital don't even care about us anymore," he spat out angrily.President Roland, a tall, weathered man with piercing blue eyes, glanced at Brian, noticing his suppressed anger, and checked out the similar expressions of dissatisfaction on everyone's faces."Hey, Executive Brian," President Roland warned sternly, "you know talking like that could get you in big trouble, right?"Brian, his brown hair
............"I've been promoting battle competitions among our Order of Knights, and I've incorporated rules and games from popular sports developed by our city academies over the years. It's been quite a success!" Liam's scowling expression shifted to a serious one as he presented his report, accompanied by a comprehensive file for President Roland to review."Good... Good, very good. I'm quite impressed with your work this time, Executive Liam," President Roland smiled and praised Liam's efforts as he glanced through the details of his work. The room seemed to lighten up with a sense of accomplishment as the success of Liam's initiatives was acknowledged.Brian serves as the Champion of his Order of Knights, responsible for representing his city in tournaments and single combat duels. Liam also holds the title of Commander of the Battlesteel Squadron.Despite Liam's occasional hot-headedness, he remains fiercely loyal to his comrades and cares deeply about his city.After Preside
............"All right, now let's begin...!" The leader gestured to the others to be silent before he turned serious, speaking with a deep, hollow look in his eyes. The room fell silent as they prepared to discuss serious matters."I gathered you here today because I want to ensure there are no mistakes in our mission. I need to finalize if any of you have encountered any problems or if your tasks are going smoothly," the leader addressed everyone, giving an observant glance at each of the six others present in the room."I'm good. I don't think I'll have any problem pulling off my part of the plan," a man dressed in a street punk style said coolly, with a smug look on his face."Hmm... your task requires you to blend in with the locals and form a group of rebellious children to use their influence to cause commotion when the time comes, right?" the leader nodded as he spoke, looking at him."Correct... and for that, I've already created a group of 400 naive teenagers, and I keep i