............"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
............"Trash... tsk...!" A minute later, Eirik spat at their corpses before clicking his tongue in annoyance as his beast enjoyed the fresh quality food.He returned to the mansion and reported to his mother that he was done cleaning up the trash.Just before he could feel smug about destroying a small group of people, a hurried servant entered the hall with worry written on his face."High Druidess... High Druid... There are multiple attacks happening from the north and east of our territory. It's a mess out there. Please give me your orders!" The servant reported as he bowed, asking for permission to deploy the main troops of their family, who had yet to move against anyone."What... damn it... do we look like we're easy pickings?" Eirik Everglen angrily cursed upon hearing the news."Now who has grown balls to attack my territory? Do they think I won't retaliate in fear of organizations? Hahahaha... Eirik, go and make them pay for daring to make a ruckus in our territory."
............"Hmmn, I'm already on it, and can provide you with them anytime you need. My family is expert in Half-Divine Tools, so incorporating their concept into normal weapons isn't a problem. I'm sure that even if the power won't be the same as Half-Divine Tools, any normal warrior can wield them," Thaddeus Lumara nodded as he relayed the good news, which made Pope Aurelius and others happy to hear.Last time, Pope Aurelius asked him to prepare a few hundred sets of normal weapons with the might of half-divine tools. This got him thinking about developing weapons that incorporated the concept of half-divine tools to some extent.What's even better is that you don't need high affinity or talent to wield those weapons; instead, anyone can wield them as long as they have some degree of strength."I am impressed, Lord Lumara. You have come up with such a crazy idea. As you know, equipping these weapons to our men would let them display ten times the efficiency as before!" Rajendra C