Chapter 646: Chapter 534: Never Mess with Serenadil
Hearing Taylor’s words, the Primordial Elf Serandir put down the feather pen in his hand and gently raised his head.
“You’ve worked hard.”
His voice was rich and pleasing, his smile as radiant as spring.
The handsomeness of his features was almost unfair, and paired with such a sunny smile, even though Taylor was sure of his own direction, he couldn’t help but feel his heart skip a beat…
*The last time he felt was when he first saw the Goddess’s statue.*
*Damn, is this the terrifying allure of the Primordial Royal Family?*
Taylor couldn’t help but marvel inwardly.
“How is it now, how many believers in the Half-plane are able to participate?”
Serandir asked gently.
Taylor straightened his expression.
He cleared his throat, shifted his gaze, took out a small notebook from his pocket, and read,
“Lord Serandir, as of today, the Half-plane has summoned nearly 130,000 life believers to participate in the ritual. Among them, about 20,000 have reached a level of devout faith.”
“Among the 20,000 devout believers, 1,244 have passed the test under the Goddess’s crown, initially purifying their bloodlines to become Half-Elves; 106 have passed the second test, becoming true elves.”
“Nearly half of all believers are concentrated in Segis City, while the rest are scattered among surrounding cities and villages.”
“Currently, the number of believers is still rapidly increasing, with this growth rate accelerating. Although there has been a slight decline in recent days due to the departure of the Chosen Ones, it remains swift. There are over 500 new registrants each day…”
“The first batch of clansmen who passed the Goddess’s test have already begun in-depth guidance for believers with potential under the mentors’ supervision, making subsequent bloodline purification smoother.”
“Within a month, the number of believers passing the initial test is expected to exceed 3,000, while those passing the second test are expected to exceed 500…”
“However, the increase in new devout believers has hit a bottleneck and may require more time.”
The missionary work in the Half-plane was progressing smoothly, especially as the priesthood team continued to grow stronger.
Unfortunately, the millennium of isolation and the Creation Church’s fall had made the residents of the Oros Half-plane lacking the unusual fervor for faith seen in the Segis World.
The conversion of faith here was not as fast as in the main plane—despite millions of residents being non-believers, there were few instances of spontaneous acceptance of faith; most only became believers after certain evangelizations, and becoming devout believers was even harder.
Of course, the advantages were evident.
The faith of these millions of people would ultimately belong to Eve.
Hearing Taylor’s response, Serandir nodded in satisfaction,
“Very good, the progress is much faster than I expected.”
He paused, picked up a mug of honey tea crafted by a Chosen One from the desk, took a sip, and asked,
“How is the altar work going?”
Taylor answered respectfully,
“All the altars have been completed and checked twice, and they are now undergoing a third inspection. Additionally, the statue under the Goddess’s crown has been placed and given prayer blessings.”
“Excellent! As the first person to purify your bloodline among the Half-plane Clan, Taylor, you’ve done very well! This number has exceeded the church’s expectations.”
Taylor smiled shyly, then drew a symbol of the Life Scepter on his chest with a devout expression,
“Everything… is for the Goddess under the crown!”
“Lord Serandir, what should we do next?”
Serandir pondered for a moment and said,
“Wait for the oracle from the Goddess under the crown, and continue to promote the belief in the Goddess, encouraging more companions to join us.”
“Haha, don’t rush the evangelism, it’s like rolling a snowball. If we do well initially, the following work will become even more successful.”
“Next, report this situation to Lord Ling.”
“Inform Lord Ling? Do you need me to make a trip?”
Serandir shook his head,
He turned around, gently patted the little elf girl by his side, and said to her,
“Go and call the Chosen Ones outside in.”
The little elf nodded and quickly ran out of the side hall.
Soon, Taylor saw a group of Chosen Ones with eager, bright eyes rushing in…
“Lord Serandir, is there a task to do?”
“What’s needed? I’m efficient!”
“Lord Serandir, you’re so handsome! Please give me a task! I’ll do anything! I’m not picky!”
They chattered as they quickly surrounded Serandir’s desk.
Some even began to make moves…
That female Chosen One, you’re almost leaning on Lord Serandir!
And that female warrior, what are your hands doing?!
He twitched at the corners of his mouth, finding it unbearable to watch.
The Chosen Ones were fine in every other way.
But being with them for a long time, knowing their true nature, their image collapsed rather impressively.
These guys were all serious and solemn when preaching, each seemingly shrouded in a saintly aura.
Of course, it wasn’t until later that Taylor realized that the Chosen Ones were adding light effects…
*And whenever tasks were mentioned, their demeanor instantly transformed, each turning into fervent followers…*
Moreover, every single Chosen One was a true appearance enthusiast.
Yes… appearance enthusiast.
*This term was something Taylor heard them use themselves.*
*To this, he strongly agreed.*
*Able to make female Chosen Ones go crazy , perhaps only Serandir in the entire Elf Forest could…*