Watching the Dwarf Clan representative pushing the cart and leaving cheerfully, Taylor was speechless.
"Agreed just like that?"
"How hard could it be?"
"Boss, the plan you mentioned hasn’t even started yet."
Taylor couldn’t help but swallow: "When you talked to the Holy Country representative, you acted like everything was settled, just waiting for their nod.
How come just now with the dwarf representative, you had the same ’just waiting for you’ look?"
"To be honest, this morning with the representative of the Elf Clan, I had the same attitude."
"Got it, you’re using an unplanned matter to get something for nothing!"
Taylor admired him from head to toe: "Brother, you’re really daring. If anything goes wrong, all promises would turn into lies.
You really dare to take risks."
"Fortune comes from danger; when resources are well integrated, making money becomes easy. Besides, how can one earn money without taking some risks?"
Lette watched the dwarf’s back disappear around the corner with a satisfied smile.
In any case, the armor issue proceeded smoothly.
When interests align, discussing such matters makes it feel like one big happy family.
Lette shifted all the blame onto the First Empire, and upon hearing this, the dwarf representative immediately claimed that everything resulted from the First Empire’s despicable actions.
The Dwarf Clan will never forget this tremendous insult!
Both parties promised that after the Holy Presence Ceremony, once the Church Court declares a divine punishment war against the First Empire, the dwarves will declare war together at the first opportunity.
The dwarf representative also stated that he would use a magic scroll to warn his kin to forbid all transactions with any merchants from the First Empire!
As for Lette’s proposed Magician Foundation project, the dwarves expressed strong support.
All future mage equipment can be custom-made or purchased in bulk from them.
The meeting ended quietly amidst wine tasting and curses at the First Empire.
The host and guests enjoyed themselves.
Up to this point, Lette’s plan, which seemed as distant as a castle in the air, finally had a chance of being realized.
"Once the entire plan starts operating, the surviving members of the Tower of Truth will find their living space in the human world greatly compressed.
At that time, they might gather together for a desperate resistance.
Taylor, make sure to visit the barracks more often these days and get everyone to practice.
I believe it won’t be long before you all have a place to showcase your skills!"
"Alright! I’ll follow your lead, brother!"
"I should go rest as well, this day is just..."
Lette stretched, bade goodbye to Taylor, and turned to walk home.
Although he had a black carriage from the disciplinary knight, he had to graciously give it up for the convenience of the three young ladies.
Walking along, stopping frequently, he often met clergy members greeting him.
With about five days left until the Holy Presence Ceremony, the entire Holy City visibly tensed up.
Especially the clergy, swift on their feet and extremely busy.
Seeing this, Lette was filled with emotion.
From the time he returned to the Holy City until now, so many days had passed.
Although with his efforts, the Holy City appeared peaceful with no signs of impending disaster,
only he knew what turbulent undercurrents lay beneath the calm surface of the lake.
The Tower of Truth was severely weakened, but its residual poison remained.
The Dark Race was stirring, their motives unclear.
Though the New Church had been absorbed, vigilance couldn’t be lowered.
On the contrary, the heresy sects, due to the recent crackdown, had almost been eradicated.
Before he knew it, Lette had reached his doorway.
Lilith spotted him immediately and waved to stop him. Otherwise, in his preoccupied state, he might have walked right by.
"What are you thinking about, so distracted?"
"I’m wondering what those guys will do now that they’re driven to this point."
"You, your mind is too burdened. Isn’t this kind of thing for the enemy to worry about?"
"Haha, you’re right. You’re back early today."
Lilith shook her head: "Yes, we recruited many new converts, and everyone scrambled to do the work! So today, we finished early.
Guess what we’ve been up to?"
"We cleaned the kitchen for you, oh!"
Lette’s heart was tugged suddenly: "No! There’s no need!"
Lette rushed in through the gates, sprinting to his kitchen, startling Flander and Emily, who were tidying up the sundries nearby.
However, to Lette’s surprise, the kitchen was cleaned thoroughly, even newly renovated!
A newly built stove, brand new cutlery, specially crafted knives! Most importantly, his various bottles and jars were well arranged.
"You’ve been working so hard lately, so we decided to surprise you."
Lilith leaned on the kitchen window, grinning at him: "No need to look at me so gratefully; these things aren’t from us.
We are too clumsy to do these things.
I found your guild’s president a couple of days ago and asked him to prepare it.
Since you weren’t home today, I had them come over to do it.