Dong... dong!
After six consecutive muffled, clear magic chimes ended.
Tang Zheng stood by the window, raised his head to look at the white doves flying densely in the air, and said with a dumbfounded expression, "Even this symbol has been brought over?"
"Undead King... that is, Suzuki Satoru's world before he transmigrated, was already 2138, and some traditional things have been preserved."
As the magic chimes ended, a large number of people began to emerge on the empty streets. On both sides of the streets, if you looked closely, you could see that these people were all ordinary civilians.
Among them, there were many thin figures wearing coarse linen clothes with severely worn clothes.
Soon, dozens of figures in white robes, looking sacred, began to appear from the distant streets.
Such attire was obviously that of priests or other Faith-Based Magic Casters.
Wherever this group of people passed, they waved their hands to release white light to envelop the crowd, performing a ritual called "Blessing."
"First tier 'Lesser Healing'."
Tang Zheng said softly, already understanding what the so-called blessing ritual was: "The Church, no, it should be the Slane Theocracy pushing it from behind. No wonder the Slane Theocracy has such a good reputation among the people."
"Divine right and royal power do not have the kind of confrontation seen in normal medieval times, because individuals possess extraordinary power... or it is the strategy promoted by the Slane Theocracy."
A glimpse of the whole picture.
Both the Kingdom and the Empire mainly believe in the Six Great Gods, but under normal circumstances, it is rare to see churches or temples.
Under normal circumstances, the only time most people can remember the temple is when they are injured and need treatment. The church or temple provides treatment services, of course, treatment requires a fee.
"This low-key ideology really won't conflict with royal power."
"The Slane Theocracy has smart people."
Tang Zheng pondered, of course, he also knew that the emergence of this situation was related to the situation humans were in.
"Awoo." The Evil Spirit Dog lay on the floor of the room, lazily kicking its front legs, and the Bone Chains on its body swayed slightly.
Tang Zheng turned around and looked at Anri, who was rarely dressed up carefully in the room. The little action of peeking out the window with anticipation made the Emerald Witch on the side a little impatient.
"Since you want to go, then go." Tang Zheng said to Anri with a light smile.
He could actually perform "Blessing" using "Lesser Healing," and the effect would be even better, but in the eyes of ordinary people like Anri, the priests' "Blessing" in the church was different from ordinary "Lesser Healing" magic.
"Really?" Anri quickly moved her gaze away from the window, the three braids in front of her chest swayed, and she said excitedly and expectantly.
"If you go any later, those priests will pass by here." Tang Zheng waved his hand.
Anri stood up, her light pink dress falling down, and looked a little cautiously at the Emerald Witch on the side.
"Let's go."
The Emerald Witch said expressionlessly.
This was the reason for her impatience, because according to the master's orders, the issue of Anri's safety had been handed over to her.
"Thank you, Miss Emerald." Anri said in a low voice, with an undisguised look of happiness on her face.
As the two left.
The room became quiet again.
Tang Zheng reached out and rubbed the Evil Spirit Dog's black and shiny fur: "Looks like you've gained some weight again, Xiao Hei."
"Owoo." The Evil Spirit Dog rubbed Tang Zheng's trouser legs with its big head, showing a bit of cuteness in a flattering manner.
However, as a Magical Beast, its ferocious face was really not suitable for being cute, but instead made its expression a little strange.
"Haha."
Tang Zheng laughed, then whispered silently: "Such easy days will be less and less in the future."
He transmigrated to this world in mid-May, and now it is already the end of December. It has been a little over seven months since he came to this world.
It only took half a year to go from a level one minion to his current level 42. It seems extremely fast, but Tang Zheng knows very well that the higher the level, the more difficult it is to improve.
If "level" is a major predicament in the future.
So, the plan for advance preparation is the second major predicament.
To begin preparation, one must inevitably come into contact with various forces in this world, and even the hidden secrets lurking beneath the surface.
This process will inevitably involve "bloodshed," and it must be done without drawing attention to oneself, which is inherently difficult.
Since transmigrating, he has focused on raising his level because he clearly understands that without strength, excessive thoughts and ideas will only harm him.
Until this moment.
Tang Zheng is truly qualified to begin making certain arrangements according to his own ideas, and as he increasingly understands this world.
He is also more aware of how naive some of his thoughts and plans were when he first transmigrated to this world.
"There are still three years."
Tang Zheng refocused on the cheerful atmosphere outside the window, thinking silently to himself.
This clear sense of opposition is not just Tang Zheng's wishful thinking, but he is also aware that the Undead King would not accept powerful members of the same level who are not from the Great Tomb of Nazarick.
The Undead King's first thought upon confirming his transmigration to another world was to check the various items in his Item Box, ensuring that even if all the Floor Guardians betrayed him, he could still escape with ease.
This alone reveals the Undead King's character.
And in the plot of the light novel and anime, after the Platinum Dragon Lord sent the Platinum Armor and Pandora, disguised as the Undead King, to conduct an intelligence war.
'During the Great Tomb of Nazarick's analysis meeting, Shalltear mentioned whether they could win over this Platinum Armor named "Riku."
The Undead King's answer was direct: if the other party joined, he would ask about all their secrets before killing them.
Albedo felt it was a pity.
The Undead King replied again that he was not confident he could suppress such a strong person.'
This is also why Tang Zheng has rejected this idea from the beginning, placing himself in a dangerous situation, entrusting his life to someone else's single thought determining his life or death.
It is truly an extremely foolish act.
"The preparation plan cannot be rushed, nor can it be hurried." Tang Zheng's gaze was profound.
There are too many hidden secrets in this world, so from the beginning, Tang Zheng had no confidence that he could mobilize the power of the entire other world before the plot began.
This also destined that the battle with the Nazarick Underground Great Tomb would likely become a protracted war.
"It's still a manpower problem..." Tang Zheng sighed.
The "Artificial Demon Creature" technology he has been researching, as well as the special Magic Ritual of Wild Transformation he is preparing to study.
In fact, they are all exploring the possibility of increasing manpower.
...
Evening.
With the end of the "Blessing," the truly joyous celebration activities that engulfed the entire Royal Capital began, and this event would continue until the next day.
Therefore, Prayer Day is also called Celebration Day by many people.
Compared to the daytime, which was basically a scene of ordinary people receiving "Blessings," as the Priests and Faith-Based Magic Casters retreated, Adventurers and even nobles gradually began to appear.
Obviously, neither Adventurers nor nobles particularly liked the Blessing activities organized by the Churches and Temples.
Ro Lente Royal City.
The corridor of Francia Palace.
Renners was rarely seen wearing armor, perhaps because she didn't like overly bright colors, and the dresses she wore were mostly light-colored.
Especially the corset, which was black and adorned with golden ribbons.
Her golden hair, reaching her waist, was tied up and swayed slightly as Renners walked, attracting the attention of many maids and guards along the way.
Renners walked calmly and coldly along the corridor, her high heels making soft sounds on the nearly reflective corridor floor.
Facing the guards' subtle glances.
Renners didn't care. She was always very confident in her appearance, but whenever she stood with that Princess.
She always felt a sense of inferiority.
The more beautiful a woman is, the less elevated her emotions will be when facing a woman who is even more beautiful than herself.
Fortunately, her experiences in the Empire had taught Renners that mere beauty was far less reassuring than the spear in her hand.
Was this self-consolation?
The thought arose in Renners' mind, and she chuckled self-deprecatingly. Speaking of that princess, what did she want her for at this time?
She pondered briefly.
Then Renners gave up trying to fathom Princess Renner's thoughts; the other party was indeed very clever.
More than this matter.
What Renners was actually more concerned about was that the master had been in the Royal Capital for several days, yet the two had not met. She had a lot of information she wanted to report.
Before.
She had also secretly used Imina's hand to pass on the message that she wanted to meet the master, but she was rejected.
This made Renners full of puzzlement, she speculated that the master should have other ideas.
"Hoo."
Renners took a light breath.
Heh, that Half-Elf Imina must have taken advantage of her more convenient access to the master to actively approach him a lot during this time.
Half-Elf? It is said that the master used to have a Magic Caster of Demi-human race by his side, does the master like this type.
It's hard to say.
After all, the master likes to use the blood of Demi-humans to make Alchemy Potions, it's normal to have this strange hobby.
Renners' golden hair fluttered across her forehead, her cold and exquisite face causing the guards she passed to look sideways, but no one knew what she was thinking at the moment.
As she gradually approached the palace where Princess Renner was located.
Renners finally came back to her senses, because she found that on the palace corridor where the princess was, there was not even a single palace maid who should have been numerous to serve.
This situation.
Made Renners' heart solemn, this is obviously not in line with court rules.
Could something have happened?
As soon as this thought arose, Renners denied it, because all the guards she had seen along the way were familiar faces, and there were no signs of any unrest.
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