Chapter 218: Mechanical Angel

"Since we know this method works, why not start preparing?" Lynn, successfully shifting the topic, had completely suppressed the embarrassment from the social mishap and said with a smile, "By the way, give me a copy of the information on various organizations and high-ranking members within the Solomon Empire. Although I've also investigated this area, you, as the insiders, are bound to know more."

Establishing a church not only involves negotiating with the Black Emperor of the Solomon Empire but also interacting with various secret organizations and demigods within the Empire. Lynn needed to plan this aspect thoroughly, deciding who to ally with, who to absorb, and who to suppress.

"You'd probably have to ask Ouroboros for that. I'm not particularly knowledgeable about the current situation within the Solomon Empire either," Medici admitted with an unabashed smile, acknowledging his own limited knowledge on the matter.

Lynn: ...

Oh, right. He forgot that Little Red had just resurrected and likely spent the past few days adjusting to his state.

As for Ouroboros... Lynn's gaze fell on the still juvenile Ouroboros. Meeting the confused and bewildered eyes, he silently averted his gaze.

Sorry, he shouldn't have had such high expectations of Ouroboros.

Lynn was too lazy to consult the True Creator since he knew that controlling his madness already took a lot of effort, and the True Creator, who allowed his followers to be scattered, wouldn't be knowledgeable about this either.

'Damn, is this what it feels like to lead a bunch of dead weights?' Lynn couldn't help but hold his forehead, finally looking at Medici and saying, "So I'll leave this investigation to you, Little Red. As a Conspirer, this should be your area of expertise, right?"

Doing the investigation himself was impossible. Despite the harsh reality, Lynn chose to assign the task to the appropriate person.

"What do you think?" Medici countered.

"Then it's settled," Lynn understood that Medici's words meant he agreed to take on the task, thus making a decisive conclusion.

Next, Lynn looked at the juvenile Ouroboros, hesitated for a few seconds, and then, despite the non-existent but still slightly painful conscience, said, "Ouroboros, could you compile a background for the True Creator during this time? Make it exceptionally glorious and magnificent. Since our church will follow the path of a legitimate deity, we need to set the right tone. Replace all evil and corruption with similar but more pleasant concepts. You're more qualified for this than I am."

"Okay." Ouroboros, although still a bit slow, nodded solemnly and then curiously asked, "Lynn, are you finally deciding to return to the side of the Lord?"

"No, for now, I've decided to operate in the Tudor Empire, but I'll create a smurf account in the church system. You won't mind if I share some faith, right?" Lynn shook his head and said.

"What name do you plan to use for your new avatar, or will you still use Angel of Secrets?" Medici glanced at Lynn, obviously not concerned about Lynn sharing faith, or rather, Medici thought it was only natural.

Ouroboros and the True Creator shared similar attitudes.

"No, Angel of Secrets was my title in the Mystery Pryer Pathway. Now that I'm a Savant, I need a new title." Lynn shook his head, thought for a few seconds while stroking his chin, and then decided, "I'll call my new smurf account Mechanical Angel."

"Mechanical Angel? Your taste is getting worse," Medici raised an eyebrow, his tone as mocking as ever, "What should I call you in the future, Little Mech? Little An?"

"Even at its worst, it's better than you, Little Red. And remember to call me big brother, or I'll beat you!" Lynn glanced at Medici but wasn't angry. He smiled and said, "As for the deeper meaning of this title, you'll understand it sooner or later."

—Mechanical Angel naturally referred to the title God of Steam and Machinery.

"Hah!" Medici chuckled, making no further comment.

"Alright, I won't stay longer. I still need to deliver invitations to others! As for the church matters, we'll discuss them further at the tea party!" Having said all the important things, Lynn didn't plan to stay longer. He quickly said goodbye to the True Creator and others, then delivered invitations to several Sequence 0s, including the Evernight Goddess.

However, unlike inviting the True Creator and others in person, Lynn couldn't personally hand the invitation to the Evernight Goddess and others. Instead, he approached the high-ranking officials of various churches as the son of Mr. Door, asking them to deliver the invitations and letters.

Lynn believed that with Bethel, the foremost human under the true gods, backing him, the gods would likely choose to read the invitations and related letters from Mr. Door's son.

Lynn also personally wrote a letter to Death Consul Azik in the Balam Empire and finally visited the Blood Emperor Tudor to hand him the last invitation personally.

That night, in the Tudor Empire's palace, nearly everything in the supreme emperor's bedroom was replaced with new items.

According to palace servants, it seemed that everything in the bedroom had been smashed by the Tudor Emperor.

...

In the Fourth Epoch, after delivering all the invitations, Lynn began helping the three reclusive families establish an extra-dimensional space, significantly speeding up the process. Within a few days, it would be ready to host the tea party. Meanwhile, in the Fifth Epoch, Lynn received reliable news from Klein after coming out of a daze from multitasking.

"So, Sharron and the others plan to take action ahead of schedule and eliminate those pursuers tonight?" Lynn put aside the incomplete cat conference painting and looked at Klein to confirm.

"Yes, Miss Sharron and the others indeed plan to do so," Klein nodded, glancing at Lynn's cat conference painting and saying, "I have no issue with this, but are you ready?"

"Don't worry, I've been prepared for a long time. Tonight, I'll assist the whole team!" Lynn showed a confident and bright smile, then looked at Klein and suddenly said, "If you're so curious about the content of the painting, I can make a few more versions. This way, you can satisfy your curiosity in advance without affecting the final gift."

Klein froze for a moment, then quickly replied, "No need, I'm not curious at all."

Just one version was already mortifying enough. Several versions would be unbearable!

(End of Chapter)

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