“Did you hear what he just said?” Herman Grove whispered in disbelief, “Five thousand words! Not strict!”
His classmate beside him had already knocked his head on the desk, saying blankly like a wandering ghost: “Five thousand words… with formatting requirements, writing a review, and references…”
Herman looked angrily at the handsome man on the podium—no matter how handsome he was, in his eyes, he looked like a devil!—assigning a five-thousand-word paper for a public elective course!
Herman Grove, and his pale-faced classmate beside him, were both second-year archaeology students in the School of Literature and History.
They specifically chose this course because they heard a young new professor was teaching it—they also knew the nickname of that crazy old man, Professor Cabel!
Therefore, after Professor Cabel left, they came enthusiastically to experience the new professor’s course.
They originally thought the new professor would be more lenient!
The result… five thousand words…
Herman felt dizzy and had already begun to calculate his future schedule on his fingers.
“…Herman Grove?”
A strange yet familiar voice suddenly came from afar.
Strange because it was the first time he heard that voice today. Although pleasant, it was emotionless and cold. However, Herman guessed girls would definitely love this voice, after all, the owner of this voice had such a handsome appearance.
And familiar, because the words “five-thousand-word paper” had already been engraved into Herman’s soul.
He shivered all over, then stood up tremblingly, saying carefully: “Pro-Professor, I didn’t hear your question clearly…”
Herman’s voice was very weak, making him look like someone not very brave.
He found the professor seemed silent for a moment, then that voice sounded again: “You are an archaeology student. Do you know anything about literary materials related to the Era of God’s Birth?”
Mentioning his major, Herman finally had a little confidence.
He thought about Professor Noel’s question, then answered: “The Era of God’s Birth is the oldest era farthest from us. At that time, Gods had just been born, and humans only appeared sporadically in the middle and late stages of this era.
“Therefore, most of the materials preserved from this era are words and symbols carved on stone tablets, wooden boards, and mountain walls, still very far from literature in the modern sense.”
Professor Noel nodded in agreement: “Anything else?”
Herman thought for a moment and said, “If I remember correctly… um…” He said uncertainly, “In fact, many literary materials about the Era of God’s Birthday are recorded in related works of the Era of Faith and the Empire Era.”
Professor Noel seemed very satisfied with this answer. He asked Herman to sit down, then said: “From the Era of God’s Birthday to the Empire Era, we cannot completely classify the works of these three eras into three periods, but view them consistently.
“Because, when Gods still existed, They were inevitably elements that could not be avoided and must be mentioned in literary works…”
Professor Noel’s voice continued. That voice was cold and indifferent, with a slight cadence and intonation, as if reading a book rather than simply reading from a script and teaching.
This gave his course an extraordinary sense of enjoyment and experience.
When Herman sat down, he even felt a little dazed.
…He thought Professor Noel would be stricter. He knew very well that he only had a little understanding and mastery of literature from the Era of God’s Birthday.
Unexpectedly, Professor Noel was so tolerant.
…No! He wasn’t tolerant at all! Which public elective professor would assign students a five-thousand-word, formal paper format final assignment!!
Herman wailed frantically in his heart, jumping back and forth between hating Professor Noel’s strictness and enjoying Professor Noel’s teaching voice.
Until the class ended, he couldn’t break away from this mood.
He dejectedly packed up his things with his classmate—and roommate—and walked out of the school together.
Lafami University did not provide accommodation for students in the basic education stage. Even research scholars needed to apply to the school, and if lucky enough, could have the opportunity to stay on Hayward Street.
Herman came from a well-off family, so he rented a small apartment near Lafami University with another student of the same major. However, the vast majority of students would return home after a day’s classes ended.
His mind was still swirling with the five-thousand-word paper, but soon he was overwhelmed by countless assignments from his own major.
The next day was Wednesday. Herman finally perked up a bit on this day, because this afternoon, which was also the Wednesday afternoon of the first week of each semester, Lafami University would publish the list of professor clubs and student societies for this semester.
Students could freely choose which club to apply for and which society to join at this moment.
Herman pulled his classmate to the lobby on the first floor of the main castle, observing the posters posted on the wall.
In fact, most clubs and societies open to the public at this time were newly established, or recruited new members because original members had graduated.
Herman himself had already joined a club of a certain professor in the archaeology major, as well as some other novel student societies. But he always liked the new and loathed the old, being outgoing and lively, so he came here again at this time.
When they walked over, they found quite a few people gathered in the lobby on the first floor, many of whom were young girls. Herman was a little confused, and when he got closer to look, he discovered it was because Professor Noel’s club was open to the public!
…That devil who assigned a five-thousand-word paper…
Herman thought so.
But he also thought of Professor Noel’s cold, calm, and composed voice in class, telling literary stories starting from the distant Era of God’s Birthday… Herman zoned out unconsciously.
“Hey! What are you daydreaming about?” His classmate nudged him. “Decided what to apply for?”
Herman pondered for a moment, and finally said coyly: “I want to… apply for Professor Noel’s club.”
He was a little embarrassed when saying this because he complained to this roommate for a long time last night about Professor Noel actually assigning a five-thousand-word paper—you know, professors in their archaeology major would only assign a three-thousand-word paper!
Although that was a final assignment for a semester; while public elective courses spanned two semesters.
When Herman said this, he felt he might be mocked by his roommate, but the suddenly quiet atmosphere around him and the vigilant gazes cast by many people made Herman feel inexplicable.
His roommate chuckled beside him: “Herman, I think Professor Noel’s club seats will be very sought after. I don’t plan to apply, good luck to you.”
Herman scratched his hair and said seriously and confidently: “I think Professor Noel will definitely approve my application!”
—Siles Noel would indeed approve Herman Grove’s application because this young archaeology student was exactly one of the character cards in the TRPG game.
In class on Tuesday night, Siles noticed Herman Grove’s name and was extremely surprised for a moment.
Thinking carefully, this was already the fourth character card he encountered.
That doctor, merchant Lanmere, Knight Commander Bunyan, and now archaeology student Herman.
Siles couldn’t help recalling the plot story in the TRPG game.
After escaping prison, that apostate first found the doctor to treat his injuries, then threatened the doctor to find a way to escape Lafami City with him.
They had two choices: one was to choose to follow Lanmere’s caravan to the Ashless Lands, and the other was to choose to follow the Lafami University archaeology team that Herman would join soon after. After getting the opportunity to leave Lafami City, the apostate would choose to kill the doctor.
Of course, the story script they used for the TRPG at that time had many discrepancies with the real world Siles actually encountered now.
One problem was time.
Leaving merchant Lanmere aside for now, Herman was only a second-year student and hadn’t graduated at all. How could he join the archaeology team in a short time? Even for an internship, he would have to wait until the third semester, which would be next year.
Could the apostate hide in Lafami City until next year?
There were some discrepancies between the TRPG plot and what actually happened in reality; after all, it was just a story lacking rationality. Moreover, now that Siles revealed the apostate’s location in advance, it would probably cause greater changes.
…However, Siles didn’t regret it.
If he really relied solely on the rough plot and rigid character settings in the TRPG to perceive and judge everything that would happen in this real world, then Siles would hit a wall sooner or later and let others discover his anomalies.
Siles was very cautious. Since coming to this world, he had never really relied on the power of the TRPG. Except for risking going to the Church of the Past to expose the apostate’s location before.
And this encounter with Herman made Siles discover another special place.
Back then, in the Central Cathedral of the Church of the Past, he rolled a psychology check for Knight Commander Bunyan, resulting in an unexpected critical failure, making Bunyan completely trust what Siles said.
At that time, Siles thought the reason for this mandatory check was that his conversation with Bunyan involved the apostate.
In other words, they were to some extent carrying out the original script of the TRPG, so Siles, as the Keeper, and Knight Commander Bunyan, as a character card, needed such a check to decide the future story direction.
However, in Siles’s public elective class, when he chose Herman to answer a question, and Herman stood up to ask what question he asked, the second mandatory check appeared.
This time it was checking Herman’s knowledge.
[Keeper, Herman Grove (archaeology student) needs to make a Knowledge check.]
[Knowledge: 22/15, Success.]
[Herman Grove believes he can answer this question because he is a good student in archaeology, of course understanding knowledge related to the Era of God’s Birthday… er, maybe not so understanding about literature-related.]
Just as the check result said, after Herman stood up, he very calmly stated historical knowledge related to the Era of God’s Birthday but failed to explain in detail the literature of the Era of God’s Birthday, especially the part related to Gods.
This result seemed understated and didn’t arouse anyone’s suspicion in class. But it raised stormy waves in Siles’s heart.
…In other words, in matters other than the apostate, did he still need to perform mandatory checks with these TRPG characters?
Siles’s instinctive first reaction was that he wanted to stay away from these TRPG characters.
He didn’t think he could interfere with others’ lives, although he couldn’t control the dice points at all—and he knew very well that TRPG checks were essentially an opportunity for change, not an attempt destined to fail.
In other words, when you face an enemy impossible to defeat, you can try checking, try any possibly relevant attributes and skills, and maybe, with a roll of the dice, this enemy is defeated by some incredible power.
This is an opportunity to change destiny and escape predicaments.
In TRPG games, perhaps due to the mischievous host, perhaps due to the player’s extremely bad luck, various accidents often occur during the dice check process, leading to the player’s instant collapse.
But the randomness of dice is originally part of destiny. You might succeed, might fail, might critically succeed, might critically fail—these are all paths leading to different destinies.
As long as this randomness remains, everyone’s destiny is fair.
But now Siles wasn’t considering the issue of fairness, but himself—even though he was the Keeper in the TRPG game, how could he become the Keeper of the world?
This is a real world! He didn’t think he had enough courage and boldness to become the controller of human destiny.
Anyway, if answering a question in class required checking… for ordinary humans, such a life was a bit too terrifying.
Although probably only Siles in this world possessed the identity of a Keeper.
Moreover, to save the doctor’s life, he had already been involved very closely and deeply in the apostate’s matter. He couldn’t regret it now and take back his words about seeing the apostate.
Siles sighed in his heart. He thought of what Grenfield had said to him before.
…He said, only a God can achieve full compatibility when performing a ritual for the first time.
Only a God.
Siles had always avoided thinking about the possibilities brought by this statement, but he couldn’t help thinking about it now. He thought, could he do it because he—in a sense—became the Keeper of this world?
Became a God?
But why? Just because of his transmigration, could his status be elevated to this level?
He didn’t even know what the Gods of this world were!
Siles took a deep breath, then forced himself to retract all thoughts. On this Tuesday night, Siles tossed and turned until late at night before falling asleep.
This made him get up a bit late the next day.
He had planned to go out early in the morning, first to the Church of the Past to give the manuscript belonging to Professor Cabel to Dominic Milner, and then to Room 177 of the Historical Society to meet Grenfield.
However, he got up late.
So he had to pack up hurriedly, eat some breakfast in the cafeteria, then take a rental carriage, arriving at the Historical Society at nine-thirty in the morning.
In Room 177, the bearded, middle-aged man wearing glasses was already waiting for him with a novel in hand.
“Sorry, Glen. I got up late.”
Grenfield looked up at him and couldn’t help saying, “Someone like you also gets up late?”
Siles: “…”
Clarify, what do you mean by someone like him?
Grenfield laughed, as if finding Siles’s expression amusing. He sat up comfortably and said, “I think you are just like those lunatics in the Research Department, living very rigidly, like the hands on a clock, precise and boring.”
Siles couldn’t help shaking his head, saying, “I am not such a person.”
Of course, he was a meticulous, cautious, and calm person, but asking him to be so precise and rigid… He Jiayin, the novelist who enjoyed hot pot, milk tea, barbecue, cola, and solitary life on Earth, was not such a person.
They didn’t discuss this issue much.
When Siles entered, he subconsciously sized up this room, finding the layout basically consistent with Room 666 where his study group was located, only appearing deeper and older overall, without that bright, warm atmosphere.
Grenfield probably noticed his gaze, so he explained casually: “This is where I came when I first started, and later it was my office for a period.”
Siles nodded, not letting his curiosity wander.
However, Grenfield still seemed very curious: “I still find it incredible. How could you get up late?”
Siles couldn’t blurt out the problem really troubling him to Grenfield. Although their relationship now was both teacher and friend, matters related to TRPG and Keepers were too incredible.
So finally, after a brief thought, Siles sat opposite Grenfield, opened the messenger bag he carried, and took out an opaque paper folder.
He asked cautiously: “Are you in ritual time now?”
Grenfield looked at his action somewhat inexplicably, hesitated, then answered lazily: “Of course.” He casually put the novel in his hand on the coffee table aside.
Siles guessed it was another detective novel.
Siles pushed the folder in front of Grenfield, then closed his eyes himself: “You’ll know once you open it.”
Grenfield looked at Siles oddly, wondering what thing required Siles to close his eyes? He didn’t think a beginner Revelator like Siles would obtain anything overly terrifying, so with a bit of casual thought, he opened the folder.
The next second, he let out a low cry of surprise.
Siles realized this manuscript was indeed unique. For a moment, he didn’t know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief or be more nervous—even Grenfield was shocked by this manuscript!
“You guy…!” Grenfield’s tone still retained a trace of shock and surprise, “Where did you get this kind of thing!”
Siles asked cautiously: “Did you close the folder?”
Grenfield: “…”
He rolled his eyes, snapped the folder shut, and said, “Done!”
Only then did Siles open his eyes with relief.
He subconsciously looked at the folder, remained silent for a moment, and then explained everything. He originally just wanted to see the lesson plans left by Professor Cabel as a reference for his own lesson preparation.
Who knew such an important thing was sandwiched in that stack of documents?
Siles himself felt it was incredible.
After listening to Siles, Grenfield frowned and asked, “You plan to send this paper to the Church of the Past?”
Siles didn’t understand the disapproval in Grenfield’s tone, so he asked, “What’s wrong?”
Grenfield’s finger drew a circle on the bottom right corner of the folder: “This thing. This is blasphemous.”
Siles was stunned, then opened his mouth, speechless.
As an Earthling living in an atheistic environment, he really didn’t have Grenfield’s sensitivity. He did think that the eye symbol plus a thick cross might be related to Antinam, but he really didn’t expect it could be directly called blasphemy.
Grenfield’s gaze remained on that folder, carrying a seriousness and gravity Siles had never seen before.
A moment later, he said, “I’ll go to the Church of the Past with you later. Handing over this paper or not will both bring problems.” He said to Siles again, “You just said the Church of the Past is already investigating Cabel’s disappearance?”
Siles nodded.
Grenfield shook his head: “Trouble, real trouble. Those people are actually still active—really.”
“…Those people?”
Grenfield said: “Future courses of the Historical Society will also cover this, but I’ll educate you in advance today, saving you from being stupid enough to keep such things around for so long if you encounter such problems in the future.”
Siles thanked him with slight shame.
Grenfield was silent for a moment, seeming to be thinking about something.
Then, he said: “Do you know what dangers Revelator face?”
“Out-of-control Time Traces?” Siles thought for a moment and gave this answer. He only knew this danger.
Grenfield nodded and said, “Indeed. But—do you know why out-of-control Time Traces appear?”
Siles was slightly stunned, not quite understanding Grenfield’s meaning.
“Forget it, I’ll change the angle.” Grenfield probably realized he wasn’t suitable to be a guiding teacher, so he impatiently changed the question, “Under what circumstances might a Revelator come into contact with an out-of-control Time Trace?”
Siles thought for a moment and understood what Grenfield was implying: “You mean, someone deliberately sends out-of-control Time Traces to Revelator? Why… would they do that?”
Grenfield snapped his fingers and said, “Indeed. But their purpose might be different from what you imagine.”
Siles listened attentively.
“They are followers of the Old Gods.”
Siles’s expression went blank for a moment, almost subconsciously saying, “Aren’t the Old Gods already…”
Fallen?
Everyone knew that during the Silence Era, all Gods in the world had fallen. And after that, a new God was born, Antinam.
And Antinam was also the only known God now.
Siles instinctively looked at the folder hiding a manuscript.
Then, he realized: “I understand. Followers of the Old Gods don’t believe their faith has fallen.”
“Yes. They are trying to resurrect the Old Gods.” Grenfield said.
Siles asked: “How? Using… Time Traces?”
“There are many possibilities, many methods. Sacrifices, rituals, power, souls… anything is possible.” Grenfield said, “It’s better in the city. In the Ashless Lands, such behaviors are more rampant.”
Siles pondered carefully, then said, “If so… that is, collecting Time Traces related to Gods, then attempting to reproduce what Gods once did? Thereby awakening the power of Gods?”
Based on his experience writing novels on Earth, he proposed an idea.
After he finished, Grenfield involuntarily revealed a subtle expression.
Siles was slightly stunned: “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, you are very right. I just think you should join the Research Department as soon as possible, lest you cause any trouble.” Grenfield said jokingly, “You indeed guessed part of it. But most of the time they do things relatively… grandly.
“Not like the wind or shields or things like that when you just started. The rituals they use are often very complex and precise.”
Siles thought and thought, always feeling something was wrong.
Resurrecting Old Gods—this wasn’t something rare. At least for Siles, who once lived on Earth, he could easily imagine what these crazy believers would do.
But there was still something wrong.
His gaze unintentionally fell on the folder. Then he suddenly understood why he felt strange.
“But,” Siles asked, “isn’t this the power of Revelator? And Revelator… isn’t it the power of Antinam?”
Using the power of one God to reproduce the power of another God, is this really feasible?
Grenfield muttered something vaguely, then said, “You are very sharp. However, those crazy believers have no reason left anyway. Besides…”
He showed a hesitant expression.
Siles waited patiently.
Finally, Grenfield said: “In the Historical Society, some people believe that the power of Revelator does not belong to Antinam… at least not completely.
“Even some more radical people believe that Antinam is just a powerful Revelator, not a God in the true sense.”
Siles looked at him in surprise.
Grenfield said: “Look, Revelator reproduces corresponding power from past times. And Antinam’s godhood is Past and History… sounds very fitting, doesn’t it?
“But, since it is the power of time, then… what about ‘present’ and ‘future’?”
Siles looked at Grenfield silently, his gaze even describable as blank.
Grenfield smiled resentfully: “You probably can’t understand. You haven’t even completed the introductory course for Revelator.” He sighed heavily, “Sometimes I think the power of Revelator is indeed like a God, and sometimes I feel, how could the power of a God be so…”
He pondered what wording to use.
Finally, he said: “Trivial.”
Every Revelator needs to explore what happened in the past, find the hidden truth behind every historical event, and understand the manipulator behind every corner of destiny.
If this is the power of God, why is it so humble? If this is not the power of God, then what else can draw power from past times?
Grenfield was one of those who couldn’t understand.
They were both silent for a moment.
Finally, Siles slowly broke the silence: “Gren, we are off topic.”
“Oh… oh.” Grenfield came back to his senses and thought carefully, “Where were we… followers of Old Gods attempt to resurrect Old Gods. Yes, that’s it. This is a group of lunatics waiting for opportunities in the shadows.”
Siles said: “They are related to that symbol?”
Grenfield replied: “More or less. But not completely. They will use this symbol, but not just followers of Old Gods. This is… a symbol used by anyone resisting Antinam.”
“Why would anyone be hostile to Antinam?”
In Siles’s view, Antinam was a tolerant God. Of course, as an Earthling, he actually wasn’t very accustomed to a world with a God. But this world was just like this.
And they should rejoice that Antinam didn’t seem to be an Evil God.
Grenfield said: “Aren’t you researching Silence Era literature? Since you know history…”
Siles thought for a moment, finally reaching a conclusion: “Is it because… now only Antinam exists as a God… this fact itself?”
“Yes.” Grenfield said in a relatively serious and earnest tone, “Quite a few people… privately believe that Antinam caused the fall of so many Gods in the Silence Era.
“I just said, some people also believe that Antinam is just a more powerful Revelator. So some even believe that Antinam stole the power of the Old Gods, believing He is a…”
Grenfield paused for a moment.
Finally, he said in a very cautious tone that did not agree with this statement and view: “Blasphemer.”
Siles listened to this idea with slight surprise, but inexplicably felt a trace of logical necessity.
So many Gods, yet only one remained in the end. Then, naturally, the remaining one would be questioned and interrogated.
Just precisely because Siles researched Silence Era literature, he understood how much humans once revered and awed Gods, so he instinctively thought that in this era, people would treat Antinam with the same attitude.
Perhaps some indeed did… even most did. But there were still some people who hated, detested, and doubted Antinam.
“And Revelator are usually considered power brought by Antinam.” Grenfield said, “Therefore, Revelator naturally have many enemies. Could be followers of Old Gods with ulterior motives, could be ill-intentioned hostiles of Antinam.”
Siles nodded, signaling he understood. Then he pointed to the folder: “So, where did that come from?”
Grenfield’s finger traced on the surface of the folder.
“This manuscript… is likely something like reading notes.” Grenfield gave this explanation, “So, the key lies in the book Cabel read, not this manuscript itself.”
Siles nodded in agreement.
Grenfield then drew a line from top to bottom in the middle of the folder with his finger: “Left half and right half. The left half is Cabel’s thoughts after reading, and the right half is content directly related to that book.”
Siles recalled the content on the manuscript.
Top left was Cabel, terrified by some content revealed in this book; bottom left were several words, “Shadow,” “Madness,” “Silence,” “Slaughter”; top right was a passage Cabel excerpted; bottom right was the symbol of Antinam’s eye and a bold cross.
Siles thought for a moment, then said, “So, the most important is that passage on the top right?”
“Gods should always sit high above… something; while believers should always prostrate before Him.” Grenfield murmured these sentences, “Hard to say, really hard to say. The information is too sketchy.”
Siles knew even less about these things than Grenfield. It should be said that his thinking was still that of an ordinary literary history scholar.
But speaking of literature… if this expression belonged to a specific Old God and His believers, were there relevant descriptions in past literary works?
Gods sitting high above, while believers prostrate before Him… didn’t sound like a very rare description.
Siles fell into contemplation.
“Alright, it’s meaningless to fantasize here. Let’s go to the Church of the Past now; they are the professionals.”
Siles followed Grenfield out.
Passing through the lobby in the space behind the door, many Revelators staying there noticed Grenfield’s appearance. And their faces changed almost instantly, stepping back two steps, staring at Grenfield.
Grenfield walked out as if nothing happened.
Siles remained silent, not asking about Grenfield’s identity in the Historical Society.
However, after leaving the Historical Society, Grenfield brought up some related matters himself.
They planned to walk to the Central Cathedral.
Grenfield said: “Church of the Past and Historical Society… you are probably very curious about the relationship between the two?”
Siles followed readily: “Yes.”
“Historical Society—I mean the Historical Society in the Duchy of Constance, was first born from an idea of the second Duke of Constance. He believed that although the Church of the Past believed in a recognized, relatively tolerant God, it was ultimately a church, a gathering place for believers.
“While the Duchy is more secular, more practical. So, the Duchy needs an institution closer to residents’ daily lives to handle matters related to Revelator.”
Siles asked: “Historical Society was born like this?”
“Actually, quite a few societies were produced at that time.” Grenfield said, “Historical Society, Folklore Society, Literature Society, Natural History Society… Anyway, these societies might all have materials related to Revelator.
“However, to this day, the Revelator of the Historical Society are the most orthodox and powerful.”
Siles realized. He was only logically recommended to the Historical Society because he met Grenfield. If he met Revelator from other societies, maybe he wouldn’t be in the Historical Society now.
Thinking of this, he subconsciously thought of the folklorist at 13 Milford Street, Alfonso Carte.
This mysterious, somewhat chatty man might also hide such a power.
“At the Duchy level, there is some competitive relationship between the Church of the Past and the Historical Society; but at the Revelator level, we are the closest collaborators, as are other Revelator organizations,” Grenfield explained.
Siles asked again: “Historical Society and Antinam…?”
“There is some relationship.” Grenfield said, “However, as I said, many people in the society believe that Antinam is just a powerful Revelator. For them, faith is complete nonsense.”
“…Won’t this concept conflict with the Church of the Past?”
“Not really.” Grenfield shook his head. “You have also contacted quite a few believers of Antinam; what do you think of them?”
Siles thought for a moment and used a relatively peaceful description: “They seem very easy to deal with.”
Even the most indifferent Catherine Kinsey was a kind person who specifically reminded Siles before leaving to watch out for those Time Traces of unknown origin.
They walked on the avenue from the Historical Society to the Central Cathedral. On Wednesday morning, the vast majority of people were rushing to and fro, with a busy working look on their faces.
But when the bright sunshine penetrated the shadows between the trees, Siles still felt that this era—at least, the background of the Duchy of Constance was orderly and peaceful. This was not a chaotic era full of Evil Gods.
Grenfield also laughed: “Yes. This is the Church of the Past. They seem more peaceful and tolerant than the last. If you ask me, having such a church is also a good thing.”
Siles nodded, but still couldn’t help thinking, perhaps, this was only because nothing could challenge Antinam’s authority?
Those people who said Antinam was just a more powerful Revelator, did they really dare to confront, even fight Antinam?
The power of Revelator, after all, was the confidence of the Church of the Past.
They soon arrived at the Central Cathedral.
On Wednesday morning, the nave of the church still appeared empty. Grosvenor was not wiping the base of the statue this time, but kneeling directly in front of the statue, seeming to pray for something.
Siles held his breath almost instinctively, respecting Grosvenor’s prayer.
However, Grenfield said carelessly: “Good morning, Archbishop.”
“Good morning, Grenfield.” Grosvenor opened his eyes calmly, stood up, and said gently, then he saw Siles and smiled again, “And Professor Noel.”
“Why do I feel your attitude towards him is much better than towards me?” Grenfield said casually, his tone not very serious.
Siles also smiled slightly and said, “Good morning, Archbishop.”
No one paid attention to Grenfield’s teasing, so Grenfield resentfully handed the folder in his hand to Grosvenor: “Here, something your investigators ignored. I brought this young professor to deliver it personally.”
Grosvenor seemed a bit confused; he took the thin folder and opened it for a look. The next second, the furious Grosvenor made Siles feel as if some huge power was uncontrollably erupting from him.
Siles dazed for a moment, even feeling he was facing a huge star.
The next moment, everything returned to normal. Grosvenor thanked Grenfield and Siles peacefully.
Siles explained the ins and outs of this manuscript to him at the appropriate time.
Grosvenor nodded thoughtfully, then said: “The Church of the Past will thoroughly investigate this matter.” He revealed a slightly serious and grave expression, “A group of Old God followers are stirring in Lafami City.”
Siles noticed Grosvenor was tightly gripping the edge of the folder, his fingers even turning pale because of it.
However, he also secretly breathed a sigh of relief because of Grosvenor’s words.
Being able to dump this matter to the Church of the Past without getting burned was naturally the best solution.
They said goodbye to Grosvenor, then left the Central Cathedral and returned to the Historical Society.
