After work, start to speedrun the other world-Chapter 152 - 41 Well-designed Stage

The next day.

The news of Bishop Karen’s assassination spread throughout the Black Rose Kingdom like a whirlwind, unsettling the already unstable kingdom even further.

Heresy Tribunal.

"Lord Ahetar, these are the documents we have collected so far," Sharon placed a stack of documents in front of Xi Mu, and then naturally stood behind him.

Now that Bishop Karen had been killed, Xi Mu, as the administrator of the Heresy Tribunal, naturally held the highest authority.

And indeed, the Heresy Tribunal was in desperate need of Ahetar’s help.

Xi Mu flipped through the documents, could not help but frown, and then placed them back on the desk, saying, "These are all pieces of worthless information."

"The method of assassination is unclear," Sharon shook her head, clueless about what method the Church of Death used to assassinate Bishop Karen, protected by an enchantment strong enough to withstand attacks from a hundred dragons, theoretically impenetrable without any noise.

Even with her ability to teleport instantaneously, she would still trigger the enchantment’s sensors, allowing Bishop Karen to prepare in advance.

"It might have been the Witch of Death herself who took action," Xi Mu speculated, his fingers interlaced, his expression calmly analytical.

"Bishop Karen had a significant influence in the Black Rose Kingdom. Assassinating him directly is the easiest way to plunge the Black Rose Kingdom into chaos."

"Lord Ahetar, you underestimate the power of a witch," Sharon’s voice was extremely calm, "If the witch harbored malice towards the Black Rose Kingdom, our nation would fall in an instant, and there would be no chance to discuss who assassinated Bishop Karen."

From the texts she had read, the power of the Witch of Death was indistinguishable from that of a deity, perhaps even stronger than ordinary deities.

Such an entity harboring malice towards the Black Rose Kingdom wouldn’t need overly complicated means to destroy it completely.

And they would be powerless to resist.

"Perhaps the Witch of Death has other schemes," Xi Mu analyzed further, then made a decision, "Convey everything that’s happening to the Goddess of Death. We need guidance from the Goddess of Death."

His decision was unquestionable.

"A grand ceremony of the highest scale, getting every believer involved, and start praying to the Goddess of Death simultaneously, conveying everything that’s happening to the Goddess of Death."

"Is this really necessary?" Sharon was slightly stunned; a national ceremony involving all believers would surely convey the message to the Goddess of Death.

If one were to explain, it’s like an ant shouting at a human, who probably wouldn’t pay attention, but if thousands of ants gathered on the ground and formed the corresponding text, humans would never ignore it.

"It’s absolutely necessary. There must be a greater conspiracy behind this," Xi Mu said earnestly, "If even the teacher can’t divine the fate of the Black Rose Kingdom, it must mean that a higher power is intervening."

"Understood," Sharon nodded, lowering her head, "I will report the information to the King, and have them coordinate the holding of the grand ceremony."

As her words fell, her figure disappeared from the spot,

Since even Hecate could not clearly divine the fate of the Black Rose Kingdom, the situation was indeed severe. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Thus, it was necessary to seek divine guidance.

"Sharon, I hope you will not disappoint me." Xi Mu picked up a file from the desk and began to go through it.

He was verifying whether any hero had arrived in the Black Rose Kingdom, flipping through the pages until he saw Michael’s name.

His finger paused, then slid over Michael’s file.

If he did nothing, in two months, Michael would be captured by the God of Blood, turned into a pastry in the high heavens, and tortured day and night.

He thought for a moment.

"Someone," he suddenly said, and a man cloaked in black emerged from the shadows, after which he issued an order.

"Please have Michael come for a visit."

"Yes." The man in black disappeared into the shadows, loyally carrying out the order, since Ahetar was now the administrator of the Heresy Tribunal.

Thus, they would execute the order.

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...

Meanwhile.

Outside.

A puppet girl sat on the edge of a bell tower, her fingers pulling nearly invisible fine threads, manipulating several knights within the city to slaughter each other on the streets.

"It’s been this long and no one has noticed, how boring," she complained, her smile growing more and more malicious.

Until a scythe wrapped in black flames swept by, cutting the puppet girl’s neck directly, as her head also fell to the ground.

Sharon’s expression was cold, her foot on the puppet girl’s head, she asked, "What exactly is your... purpose?"

"Hee hee hee are you scared?" laughter came from the puppet girl’s head, completely unconcerned about being stepped on.

"Telling you doesn’t make a difference, this country has been under the eye of the Witch, the souls of all you people are offerings for the Witch’s ritual."

She laughed heartily.

"By the way, the ritual will start in three days."

"If the Witch of Death truly watches over this country, why wait three days?" Sharon’s voice grew colder.

To this, the puppet girl provided an answer.

"Interesting."

"Crunch." Sharon stepped down hard, directly crushing the puppet girl’s head, then vanished from the spot in an instant.

She arrived beside the victims controlled by the puppet girl to find they were all severely injured but had survived.

No... more accurately, they could not die.-------------