Chapter 245
Chapter 245
Chapter 245
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 245: Lan Qi Wants to Make a Career in the Northern Continent
Lan Qi sat by the bedside, his fingertips naturally tapping lightly in the air, his gaze clear and sharp, his voice cordial yet steady, revealing nothing but a deep love and sense of responsibility toward his undertaking.
The silver-armored cleric listened with extraordinary focus, his eyes tightly following the leader, as if afraid to miss even a single word. From time to time, he nodded lightly.
Even though his head felt like it was about to burn from the overload.
What they were to do now seemed quite similar to what the Church of the Goddess of Fate used to do—if not more advanced.
At first, it sounded strange, but the more he listened, the more he felt that Lan Qi truly had vision and foresight. Perhaps, done this way, they could indeed efficiently win prestige for the Ba'tian Church, helping their branch develop rapidly and healthily within Protos. Most importantly, there was no legal risk or side effect—only long-term benefits obtained through steady upfront investment.
“You must remember, our essence now must transform into that of a charity organization with public welfare attributes. Adjust your working attitude first—everything is for seizing the market.”
After Lan Qi finished, his gaze locked into the silver-armored cleric’s pupils:
“How much of what I just said have you remembered?”
In teaching, interaction and feedback from students were extremely important.
Especially in one-on-one tutoring, it was not enough to just pour knowledge in—it was necessary to constantly consider whether the student could keep up.
“…Eighty to ninety percent!”
The silver-armored cleric snapped out of his trance, hurriedly bowed, and answered. He dared not say more nor less.
Although he had listened, he was afraid that when he went back to carry out the plan, he might slip somewhere, causing this lord to lose confidence in him.
Lan Qi studied him for a moment. By the looks of it, the cleric hadn’t fully retained what Lan Qi had just said.
Still, he seemed to be moldable material—remembering even half would have been commendable.
So, Lan Qi picked up a notepad, wrote down the key points, and handed it to him.
“Start implementing this tomorrow morning.”
Lan Qi put down the pen.
“I’ll be staying in Lilorom City for a while. If you need to find me, leave a pot of amber-colored flowers at the temple entrance. Once I see it, I’ll proactively contact you through a voice-transmission spell. I hope to see results from you soon.”
“Tomorrow, we’ll follow your instructions. If we make any mistakes, please point them out.”
The silver-armored cleric swore with conviction.
With their previous approach, had this lord not guided them, disaster would surely have been sown—hindering rather than helping the Ba'tian Church.
Only this lord could see so thoroughly, laying out a clear and orderly plan to help them fulfill the goals of the Ba'tian Church.
Since the Protos Empire officially began cooperating with the Resurrection Church, three cardinals in the Northern Continent had all vied to be the one in charge of representing the Resurrection Church within the Empire.
But the doctrines and philosophies of the three were completely different, and their followers could not work together. Meanwhile, the pope—the only one with the authority to make direct arrangements—had entered the Ninth-Tier Shadow World last year and had not reappeared since.
At such a delicate moment, when the Resurrection Church had only just partnered with the Protos Empire, it was not suitable to break into infighting or determine control by sheer force. After all, what the Protos Empire valued was their power to aid in external conflict and serve as deterrence.
Thus, after an internal negotiation meeting among the cardinals, and with the Empire’s lower house mediating fairly, it was decided that three months later, a popular vote would be held to elect one cardinal as the official representative of the Resurrection Church to the Protos Empire.
All three candidates agreed to abide by the rules—losers would accept the result.
Anyone who defied the arrangement would be killed by the combined force of the other cardinals. On this matter, the cardinals could at least be trusted to keep their word.
“Go now. If there’s anything you don’t understand, come ask me. Don’t be afraid of troubling me—my task is precisely related to your work.”
Lan Qi waved his hand.
He felt that once he got to Lilorom City, he would not only be busy tutoring by day, but also carrying out his grand career blueprint for the Protos Empire by night.
When he saw Huperion, he would definitely be able to give her a surprise.
She always seemed so worried about him—this time, Lan Qi decided not to let her have any further concerns or unease.
“Yes.”
The silver-armored cleric did not say more. Knowing this lord had important work that required discretion, he bowed deeply and quickly withdrew.
So magnanimous, so thoughtful—such bearing of both a strong man and a wise man, all worth learning from.
If they succeeded, they must also let High Cleric Kane of the Southwestern Province hear this gentleman’s guidance.
…
After the silver-armored cleric left, Boss Cat once again nimbly slipped out from Lan Qi’s shadow. It padded to the door, sensed the surroundings, then hopped back onto the bed beside Lan Qi.
“Lan Qi… what exactly are you trying to make them do?”
Boss Cat was baffled. Why was it that though he himself was a Seventh-Tier, he never had any aura, yet Lan Qi, borrowing his rank for a bluff, could scare others witless, then even bewitch them into near-madness? Clearly Lan Qi was weak!
“To get them to work earnestly. This town has far too much potential for development—facing the sea, backed by forests—what it lacks is young laborers. These Ba'tian Church believers have too much excess energy. Let them throw themselves into building projects, and the town will soon become prosperous. As for the Southwestern Province, the stage is even larger, with greater room for growth.”
Lan Qi stroked Boss Cat’s back as he explained.
“?”
Boss Cat tilted its head, pondering.
At first, it thought Lan Qi’s guidance to the silver-armored cleric had been just an act.
But now… why did it feel a bit like he was actually serious?
“But once they’ve fixed up their public image, I still hope they’ll mainly focus on media. My one semester at Ikerite Academy taught me—the alchemy institute’s newspaper club was the most powerful. They could even send the dean straight into prison.”
Lan Qi sighed.
If only he could find, here in the Northern Continent, a journalist—or better yet, an editor-in-chief—on par with Senior Ludwig.
But unlike Senior Ludwig, who preferred reporting politics, this one would need to be better at operations, planning, and packaging.
“Meow…”
Boss Cat listened to Lan Qi’s self-talk, and finally began to understand.
This kid had gotten way too into the act.
He was seriously planning the Resurrection Church’s work strategy!
The silver-armored cleric was already gone, and yet he really thought he was going to build a grand career in this distorted version of the Empire? Hurry up, finish that “Search for the Stone Tablet Holders” project with Huperion, take a good trip, and then go home!
“…”
But as Boss Cat thought this, a sudden realization hit him—
Wait, who was it Lan Qi was supposed to be searching for again?
(End of Chapter)