The Most Arbitrary Wizard

Killing Pulente alone would be pointless.

If he was going to kill someone, it had to be Pulente’s backer.

Initially, Sean hadn’t thought Pulente’s backing was so strong. He could even bring out a Grand Mage. It sounded like he was connected to the Church Court in the "New World," so his background was definitely not simple.

But an organization as massive as the Church Court was also divided into different levels and hierarchies.

He knew the Witch Hunt Operation was run by the Bright King’s Court, which was likely the most powerful "department" in the Church Court, reporting directly to the Pope. Not even the Saintess had the authority to command them. However, Pulente had told them he had no interest in the feuds between Wizards and the various Witch Hunter Families and only wanted to be a good Governor. This meant Pulente wasn’t part of the Bright King’s Court; otherwise, he wouldn’t have such a "lenient" attitude toward them.

And as long as it wasn’t the Bright King’s Court, Olivia could solve any problem for him.

This was also a perfect opportunity to see who exactly was backing Pulente.

He would follow the vine to find the melon, then chop the melon. This way, he could not only completely control the hard-headed Governor in the Farm World but also eliminate some enemies in the "New World"—killing two birds with one stone.

Elvire pursed her lips. "You’re always doing things using Blake’s name. Aren’t you afraid he’ll get angry?"

Sean looked up at the church’s steeple with a sincere expression, his gaze seeming to pierce through the roof to see Mr. Blake in the heavens. "He won’t be," he said. "Lord Blake knows I am his most loyal believer. Everything I do, I do for the Holy Sanctuary!"

Elvire was speechless.

’Is he really just a believer?’

The four of them found an empty room inside the church.

The Eleanor Sisters took off their shoes, climbed onto the bed, and sat knee-to-knee. They activated the Fallen Nether Technique and went to the "New World."

「Meanwhile.」

The private jet flying toward New Elderidge through the night sky quickly vanished over the horizon.

By the time Pulente landed at West Port Airport, the sky had already brightened.

This metropolis, located in the very heart of the continent, was as bustling and noisy as ever.

’Thank goodness there aren’t so many rules here,’ Pulente thought.

If this were Old Elderidge in the "New World," planes couldn’t even fly there directly, and there were no cars in the city. The trip would have taken him at least half a day longer. If he was delayed, the blame would fall on him.

"Wait a minute."

Pulente suddenly realized that after returning to the "New World," he would still have to go to Old Elderidge to report to his superior, wouldn’t he?

There was no escaping those deathly slow, old-fashioned horse carriages.

Pulente was speechless.

’I need to hurry.’

Leaving the airport, he didn’t even stop for breakfast, getting directly into a pre-arranged sedan and heading for Elderidge Cathedral.

"Drive faster."

"Yes, sir."

Fortunately, it was still early, before the morning commuters were on their way to work, so traffic wasn’t bad. It only took them half an hour to get from the airport to the city center.

Elderidge Cathedral was a plaza-style complex, U-shaped in its overall layout, resembling a magnificent palace.

The main church building formed the front, while official institutions like the police department and government administration center flanked the sides.

This layout also showed that the Cathedral’s status was far above that of the so-called political departments.

The sedan pulled over to the side of the road.

As Pulente got out of the car, he ran into an "old friend."

"Mr. Pulente?"

The man paused in surprise before speaking. "Isn’t Siracle State in the middle of an election right now? What brings you to New Elderidge?"

"Here on business?" he asked.

"Not just business, but big business," Pulente replied.

"Oh? Care to elaborate?"

Sean was no stranger to this man either, as he had seen him during the last bank robbery.

Higgins, the police chief of New Elderidge.

However, Pulente’s attitude toward Higgins was not as cautious as Zajik’s had been. He even snorted, saying with the air of a superior, "Don’t ask what doesn’t concern you."

Higgins’s attitude toward him was also completely different from his attitude toward Zajik. He wasn’t condescending; instead, he smiled amiably. "So, Mr. Pulente, does this mean you’re planning a trip home?"

"Yes."

Pulente said, "It’s a matter of great importance and cannot be delayed."

"Since you’re in such a hurry, let me see you off," Higgins said.

As the police chief, the most powerful figure beneath the Cathedral and arguably the second-in-command of the city, he naturally had certain privileges. And this "privilege" was located within his own police station.

This was also the reason why Sopea and the others had staked out the police station for half a day, hoping to team up and challenge this mysterious police chief, but never managed to find him.

At that time, Higgins was no longer in New Aldrich.

Higgins led Pulente to his office.

"Seeing how rushed you are, I won’t offer you tea. We can talk when you get back."

He smiled and pushed open a bookcase, revealing a secret door behind it.

Behind the door was a small, dark room containing a large Teleportation Array that pulsed with a faint golden light. It led directly to a military base thirty kilometers outside the city.

Going this way, he wouldn’t need to get an approval slip from the old Priest at the Cathedral.

"Thanks."

"Don’t mention it. I wish you a safe journey, Mr. Pulente."

BUZZ.

Pulente didn’t chat any further with Higgins. He stepped into the Magic Array and vanished from the small, dark room.

Watching him leave, the smile on Higgins’s face gradually faded, and his eyes narrowed.

’In this Farm World, what kind of business is there that even I shouldn’t know about?’

’Or rather, is it something I’m not allowed to know?’

...

Military Base No. 3.

As soon as Pulente arrived, a soldier came forward and asked, "Are you heading home?"

Pulente nodded. "Yes."

The soldier said, "Please follow me."

The procedure for traveling to the New World was tedious, almost like visiting a prison. It required identity verification and paperwork, and sometimes even waiting in line. Pulente was in a hurry, but these were rigid rules set down by the Pope himself. No one could change them. No matter how anxious he was, he had no choice but to wait patiently.

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