CHAPTER 655: CHAPTER 570: IF YOU BLOSSOM, THE BUTTERFLIES WILL COME BY THEMSELVES

In the dead of night, Lette opened his eyes and slowly sat up from the bed.

Everything had been arranged in the realm of dreams, and all that was left was to let time play its part.

However, in this Holy City, one must remain vigilant.

Although his consciousness had been immersed in the Gap of Dreams, he had still set up arrays around the embassy, hoping to detect any abnormalities.

Unfortunately, after checking, Lette found no signs of the arrays being triggered.

There were only two possibilities: either the opponent’s skill far surpassed his, allowing them to infiltrate and probe without alerting him.

This possibility was almost nil. Lette was confident that even if the True Form of the Gate of Truth came personally, it would be impossible to leave no trace with the arrays he set.

The second possibility was more likely: no one in the Holy City had made a move on the envoy that night, nor even attempted a simple probe.

This completely passive approach left Lette quite perplexed.

Logically, he, a man of dubious origin claiming to be a Divine Envoy and seeking to carve a slice from the existing structure of the Light God Sect,

even if the Church Court hierarchy were inept, they should have acted!

To put it crudely, even a dog knows to guard its food, let alone them.

How could they possibly remain inactive?

Were they really prepared to watch him brazenly take away their power?

For a moment, Lette felt a bit out of place.

But he quickly adjusted his mindset.

Actually, it wasn’t impossible.

After all, humans innately possess something called servility, and some have it in abundance.

When faced with external threats and oppression, their first thought isn’t resistance, but surrender.

They naively believe that by sharing their interests with the opponent, they can get them to join their side.

In fact, if the opponent were of the same ilk, they might indeed join forces.

Unfortunately, history has repeatedly proven that surrendering is ineffective.

But Lette didn’t plan to awaken their resistance consciousness; after all, he was the genuine beneficiary at the moment.

If he could achieve his aims without bloodshed, he wouldn’t want to pursue it.

After all, Lette had always considered himself a kind-hearted Holy Light Knight passing through casually.

There’s no one more compassionate than him, no one!

In a daze, dawn had already broken. The first night of the envoy’s arrival in the Holy City had passed in such an ordinary and simple manner.

Lette turned over, sat up, and went to the balcony, gazing at the surrounding buildings as he calmly welcomed the dawn of a new day.

He turned to look in the direction of the Red Robed Archbishop Mansion; for now, at least, nothing unusual seemed to have happened with Jenny and Aloe.

"Divine Envoy, it’s time for breakfast."

"Mm, okay."

The visit of the Holy City’s envoy team began amid this peculiar calmness.

Lette, along with the members of the envoy team, enjoyed the delicious breakfast meticulously prepared by the Light God Sect, and under the arrangement of the Church Court, visited many places, engaging in numerous exchanges and meeting with some people and believers.

The entire process was remarkably smooth, with no assassinations, no difficulties, no resistance or animosity.

The Light Divine Court as the host did an impeccable job, and their manners were beyond reproach.

Even Lette, notoriously difficult to please, had to admit that the Light Divine Court didn’t have any particularly outlandish actions.

Was this a show of weakness, or a strategic retreat for a greater advance?

Lette was quite troubled, because his current identity was that of a Divine Envoy, a thoroughly reputable person, and a leader among believers.

Even if he wanted to seize an opportunity to exploit a situation, he hadn’t found the right point to leverage.

It had to be said, this Pope had some tricks up his sleeve, quite different from Lette’s teacher in the Holy Light Great World.

This person was extremely smooth, mastering human relationships to an artful extent.

Lette realized that under his management, the entire Light Divine Court was like a glass ball slathered in lubricant, impossible to grip.

Although this approach diminished the Light Divine Court’s aggressiveness, it was remarkably commendable in defense.

If things continued this way, the ultimate probability was that the Holy City would recognize the legality of the Holy Mountain, which would then merge with the Holy City to become a grand faction.

Once incorporated into the Church Court system, the Pope and his high-ranking officials had the confidence to overcome this sudden Divine Envoy and his external teachings.

This tactic of retreating to advance was indeed flawless.

It was the best method high-ranking officials could use to stabilize their power base.

For them, power was eternal.

But unfortunately, Lette didn’t come for the power they held; he simply wanted to become one of the high-ranking officials of the Light God Sect, then use his privileges to communicate with the Holy Spirit.

Or to put it another way, legitimate harassment.

It was like someone entering a company; if they use the company’s internal car, it wouldn’t stir waves.

If they drove in with a thunderous vehicle, everyone would know.

Lette always desired that company internal car.