Chapter 1055: Chapter 252: The First Seat’s Secret

Ethan used real-life cases to prove that the unemotional syndrome spreading in the Holy City can be cured.

Mr. Flynn Seine returned to his home, perhaps for the first time in his life savoring a love that truly belongs to him and a private world with another person. Meanwhile, as he created an "anomalous individual," the conversation between Lindong and Monk Vedis was coming to an end.

"Did you have fun?"

Lindong found a bar near the Sanctuary of Logic and spotted Ethan amidst the bustling crowd, patting her shoulder from behind.

She had naturally heard about the anomaly that occurred at the Sanctuary of Logic not long ago—a Priest talked about a lost seeker who came asking for guidance from the Holy Master suddenly going mad, alarming even a gray-robed Priest.

When the news spread within the Sanctuary, some Priests lamented not being able to open the head of this anomalous individual to examine exactly which part went wrong inside.

"Want something to drink?"

Ethan asked, as the ice element had already made room for Lindong before she entered.

"Same as you."

Obviously, Lindong wasn’t familiar with the type of drinks; she had no interest in drinking.

"How’s your conversation going?"

"Monk Vedis plans to seize this opportunity."

Lindong took a sip of the clear liquid in her flute glass, a blush quickly blooming on her cheeks. "Even though the High-tier Council plans to pin the blame on the pirates, any discerning person can see that those pirates couldn’t possibly have caused such a big mess."

It’s true that foolish monkeys might violate the navigation coordinate ban out of ignorance, but they would only doom their own fleet. To place creatures from Node Space into reality requires a sufficient understanding of the navigation coordinate ban.

The main reason Lindong visited the Sanctuary of Logic today was to ensure Monk Vedis became that discerning person.

"I thought the relationship between the bishop and the High-tier Council must be solid."

This surprised Ethan somewhat, as after orders from the High-tier Council, the Priests in the Sanctuary were diligently executing their preaching, airships hovering over the city, declaring this as a test from the Holy Master to residents in various districts.

This somewhat conflicted with his thoughts because, in his opinion, with the extent of brainwashing from the Lord of the Holy City over the ordinary citizens, this panic triggered by grotesque demons and the disappearance of the second seat wouldn’t impact their daily lives at all.

"This is the First Special District," Lindong reminded him. "Aside from the ’robots’ deployed here for work, people with ties to the family are everywhere. They’re the true destabilizing factor."

The large-scale preaching held by the Sanctuary of Logic ostensibly aims to strengthen ordinary citizens’ faith in the Lord of the Holy City, but in reality, it is to ease the minds of those family members who are feeling anxious and restless.

As long as there is no large-scale civil war erupting within the ten special districts and the Core World, their rule will remain unbroken, allowing them to continue their comfortable lives, host banquets, and indulge in their political games.

"To the High-tier Council, the Sanctuary of Logic’s role is akin to a placebo," Lindong paused briefly, "But on the other hand, Monk Vedis has always harbored resentment towards the High-tier Council for continuously rejecting the Sanctuary’s proposed ’Implant Treaty.’

"Implants? They plan to transform others into their likeness?"

The image of Priests from the Sanctuary of Logic can only be described as bizarre.

Regarding this, he felt the High-tier Council did a good thing because if it were him, he wouldn’t want to be transformed into a figure over two meters tall, with half his face covered in cold metal and hands capable of transforming into a bundle of sophisticated tools at any time.

This was just what Ethan saw in the Sanctuary; who knows what secrets are hidden beneath the Priests’ long robes?

"Every sect has their teachings. The monks at the Sanctuary believe that large-scale implant modifications will make them better receive the Holy Master’s guidance, and they also advocate the removal of every resident’s prefrontal cortex." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

At this point, Lindong deliberately feigned a fierce expression, "The radical monks believe that emotions breed desecration and evil, and what you did for Flynn Seine is undoubtedly heretical behavior!"

"Will they tie me to the stake?"

Ethan suddenly grew curious about this civilization’s method of executing heretics.

The monks at the Sanctuary of Logic exude fanaticism, yet they are far from the religious zealots he’s familiar with, often employing the most rational means to achieve their fervent beliefs.

"No, they won’t take your life."

Lindong shook her head, "But frontal lobectomy surgery is inevitable, after which they’ll extensively modify your body and then enroll you in the ’Blessed Order,’ where it’s the place they house heretics."

The Sanctuary is always willing to fully uphold the most merciful side of the Holy Master, even towards desecrators.

Once all necessary surgeries are completed, even the most determined heretic will convert to the Holy Master’s beliefs.

"The Blessed Order mainly operates in the Edge Worlds, occasionally seeing small-scale rebellions erupting in some remote Star Zones, with their primary duty being the transformation of heretics."

"Rebellion?"

Ethan seemed puzzled, "A society where everyone is happy still experiences rebellions?"

"Because every few decades, someone like you appears."