Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

Dyson, listening to the voice coming from the Teleportation Array, responded obsequiously, “Yes, yes, yes, Lord, I will follow all your commands.”

Guliani’s tone turned somewhat doubtful, “You’ve been acting strange these past few days, what happened?”

Dyson tried to imbue his tone with as much desolation as he could, “I failed…”

Guliani naturally associated this with the recent operation. Despite his irritation, he offered words of comfort, “It’s not your fault. Who could’ve known when Anthony had won over the Dwarf King? It’s the dwarves who betrayed their allies.”

While he provided words of comfort on the surface, deep down, he had already discounted Dyson. But since he had no one else to rely on for now, he decided to appease Dyson first and deal with him later.

Dyson was utterly useless. Ever since the retreat from the Land of Fallen, he hadn’t managed to succeed in a single endeavor, all the excuses couldn’t hide his incompetence.

Being an Archbishop was not a job with a fixed standard and pattern, it required constant adaptation to changing circumstances. To judge the qualification of an Archbishop, there were only two criteria, Faith Elemental Force and taxation.

Being ‘obedient’ wasn’t even the most crucial aspect. Making the Archbishop obey the commands of the curia was the Pope’s duty. Even if someone didn’t obey, as long as the Gods approved, no one would question it.

This was why Anthony leaving the Holy Church didn’t cause a holy war. The fact that Anthony could use Divine Power indicated he hadn’t betrayed the Gods, and the absence of divine punishment demonstrated he hadn’t lost their approval.

Setting aside this factor, when it came to Faith Elemental Force and taxation, Anthony undoubtedly excelled. Compared to him, Dyson was as worthless as poop, with his only merit being his obedience.

If it weren’t for the worry that the other party would take advantage of him, Guliani would almost want to hand over the Western District to Anthony.

Having to appease such an incompetent person against his desires, Guliani felt like he was swallowing a large toad.

In his usual practice, the incompetent ones were sent to mine coal. The Holy Light team that was previously formed by the curia had been sent to mine coal collectively after their consecutive losses against a small country like the Ganges. They hadn’t come out to this day.

Dyson responded in the same obsequious manner, “Yes, yes, yes, Lord, I will follow all your commands.”

After hanging up, Dyson breathed a sigh of relief. He had managed to bluff his way through for now. The numerous excuses he’d used to avoid going to the curia were already raising Guliani’s suspicions. If he didn’t act ‘despondent’, how could he explain his actions?

However, he couldn’t keep this up. He couldn’t avoid seeing Guliani forever. The next time they met, if the other party checked his Divine Fire, his secret would be exposed.

What should he do? Run away?

As soon as the thought surfaced, Dyson shook his head fervently. He hadn’t yet enjoyed all the resources left by his predecessor. It wouldn’t be fair to leave now.

If he didn’t want to run away or be exposed, there was only one way left. However, he would need to consult with Lord Anthony first.

He couldn’t do this on his own. Even the covert spies planted by Guliani around him could tie him up and bring him in for a reward.

…

After breaking off the connection, Guliani angrily dialed another number. After a round of questioning, he hung up, puzzled.

No matter how smart Guliani was, he would never guess that Dyson’s substitute would be more real than Dyson himself. Since most of the time, the one appearing in front of people was the substitute.

Guliani had even met the substitute and hadn’t noticed any difference. It seemed unlikely that he could spot it without checking the Divine Fire.

…

Anthony disconnected the call with Dyson and revealed a wry smile, “This is going to be interesting. If the curia loses all its dioceses and is left only with a city, what should it be called?”

Just as he finished mumbling, another communication request came through the Teleportation Array.

“This is the first time I’ve ever had such a busy meeting,” Anthony smiled and accepted the call.

Previously, for interdimensional security meetings, everyone would receive a notification, fix a time, assemble online for discussion, and then vote.

Now, things were quite the opposite. Even before the official meeting, there was non-stop private lobbying. Anthony had already talked privately with the Elf Queen, Brooks, and the Dwarf King, just finished a call with Dyson, so who could this new call be from?

Only Guliani and Tyrone were left who hadn’t had private communication. If this call was from Guliani, it would be quite amusing.

Luckily, no such entertaining thing happened. Once connected, Tyrone’s voice came from the Teleportation Array, “Uh, Lord Anthony, can I know what news you plan to share in this meeting? Is there anything you need me to do?”

“Oh, it’s Lord Blue Star, hello, hello, you’re too kind. I’m deeply grateful for Miss Auburnli’s care. We’re basically family now…”

After a round of private lobbying, the interdimensional security meeting finally began.

Behind Anthony, Ange, Negris, Durken, Feiti were all lined up, joining the meeting in this way.

First, Anthony discussed the ‘New Storm’ situation, which, unsurprisingly, led to a commotion, including from Guliani.

“How did he find out about the New Storm? Light and Darkness Lord, did you inform him?” Guliani turned and asked.

Behind Guliani, an ordinary middle-aged man stood. If Ange were present, he would recognize him, wasn’t it the same body that the mysterious figure had sought him to resurrect?

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