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Chapter 1345 - Chapter 1345 Chapter 906 Even the Best Plan Cant Beat Luck

Chapter 1345: Chapter 906: Even the Best Plan Can’t Beat Luck Chapter 1345: Chapter 906: Even the Best Plan Can’t Beat Luck Tyrone and Brooks were undoubtedly powerful enough to stand on their own, and Anthony felt very comfortable delegating tasks to them, and they quickly started pulling together their own teams.

Lisa was in charge of logistics and internal affairs, while Feilin managed external affairs and operations, and Anthony was responsible for deceiving.

The mere fact that Lisa and Feilin had regained their youth caused a sensation within the Goddess of Beauty Association, and everyone privy to this miracle was shocked. When Anthony gathered those Lisa trusted and had her perform the miracle again, they immediately gained a host of fervent followers.

Err, followers of the Goddess of Beauty.

But it didn’t matter anyway, since the Goddess of Beauty was also one of Ange’s incarnations.

Following this line of thought, Anthony had Lisa select some aged women whose beauty had faded. The customer list accumulated by the Goddess of Beauty Association over the years was very valuable, containing beauticians from all the major forces, lovers of kings, lovers of prime ministers, lovers of nobles…

“Why are they all lovers?” Lisa couldn’t help but complain as she looked over the list.

“Wives are of no value, err, I should say the wives of prominent families already have valuable status, it’s better to win them over directly. You’re not skilled at this, it’s a pity Patricia isn’t around, it would be more convenient with her,” Anthony regretfully said.

Lisa argued, feeling indignant: “Why am I not skilled? I’ve seen many women in the Goddess of Beauty City, what secrets haven’t I heard? What’s so inconvenient?”

Anthony smiled slightly: “Finding them male consorts, painting nude portraits for them, giving them… and then blackmailing them with that leverage, are you convenient with that?” As he spoke the words after the ellipses, Anthony’s voice grew softer, barely audible to Lisa.

Lisa’s face flushed red with embarrassment: “Inconvenient, inconvenient, go find Patricia for that, that’s just too despicable.”

Anthony spread his hands: “The struggle between ecclesiastical and royal power, or rather, the struggle for power itself, is inherently despicable. Sometimes it even costs lives. How can you ensure that others will pledge their allegiance to you without absolute control?”

“But… but…” Lisa’s principles were greatly shaken. She thought hearing those embarrassingly intimate secrets in the Goddess of Beauty City was already pushing the bounds of decency, but a few casual remarks from Anthony made her feel too naive.

“Thank the Lord, because the Lord is omnipotent, those despicable methods aren’t even necessary anymore. I miss Patricia because she was easier to command,” Anthony said with a smile.

Lisa was still troubled: “You are the Pope, such things should be avoided in the future. If exposed, it could ruin these people’s lives.”

Anthony shook his head with a smile: “It’s precisely because I am the Pope that some things must be done. If my plans fail, tens of thousands might die. How could I possibly risk so many lives for the sake of a few people’s honour?”

At this point, Anthony changed the subject: “Of course, we don’t need to engage in such things now, but I still need some people to do the dirty work. We can’t have you all be the ones to carry out assassinations, can we?”

Lisa was taken aback. Right, each of Anthony’s past endeavors was fraught with danger. Just the Schism Church alone was enough to land many on the Fire Execution Frame. If he didn’t have absolute control, how could the nobility possibly obey?

If Anthony were to fail, the entire Eastern Diocese might endure a massive purge. Tens of thousands was a conservative estimate; if order collapsed, the death toll could skyrocket to hundreds of thousands, even millions. How could they risk something far greater for the reputation of a few noblewomen?

The only reason Anthony didn’t resort to such tactics was that he had better methods, such as Ange’s support.

Before, she had been shielded from these dark and despicable matters, thanks to Anthony’s protection.

With this in mind, Lisa let go of her hesitations and quickly changed the subject: “Right, Tyrone and Brooks sent a message back. They’ve arrived at the specified location but couldn’t find anyone fitting the description. It seems that they left a few days ago.”

“That’s a coincidence? Then forget it, move on to the next one. We can take our time to search when we have more time,” Anthony said.

Just then, a maid hurried in and handed Lisa some notes.

Lisa glanced at them and frowned, “What’s going on? No one found again? And the ones that left a few days ago?”

Anthony took the notes and frowned as well, “The ones that left a few days ago? It can’t be such a coincidence. Someone is targeting the same people as us, how is that possible?”

“How is that possible? We’re looking for rebirth companions, who could be targeting them? They don’t have a list, how would anyone know who has been reborn?” Lisa asked perplexedly.

Anthony’s expression became grave, “The only possibility is that there is a traitor among us, but how could that be? The Lord is watching, who would dare to betray us?”

If there really was a traitor, then the range of suspects was small. The only ones who knew the list were Lisa, Feilin, Tyrone, and Brooks. How could any of them betray the Lord?

Could it be that someone carelessly let the list be seen by others?

But the so-called list wasn’t a specific list of names, but a psychological profile created by Anthony based on everyone’s behavior, suggesting their possible occupations, likely locations they resided in, and then searching for corresponding individuals. If they were reborn, their memories would be restored.

Who could be so capable to find people from a list based on some psychological profiles?

At a loss, Anthony couldn’t sit still anymore and quickly said, “Speed up the search, we need to find everyone before these people do.”

Right at that moment, a wave of spatial fluctuation rippled through the room.

“Teleportation? An assassin, Lord, help me!” Anthony immediately shielded Lisa, calling out without a second thought.

Ange arrived upon him, and as he prepared to strike down the intruder, a huge ball of fur suddenly appeared in the room.

Anthony and Lisa both frowned at the sight, why did this furball seem so familiar?

A head peeked out from the furball, staring at Anthony in surprise and then brightening upon seeing Lisa behind him, “Lady Lisa!?”

Then immediately retreated, “Found her, found her, it really is Lady Lisa.”

Anthony asked with a frown, “Hiludi?”

As Hiludi emerged from the tangled mess, she examined Anthony several times, “Lord Anthony? You’re Lord Anthony? You’ve gotten so much younger, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Is the Death God’s Staff here? Then did he find Lisa first?” Negris, Little Bone, Emil stepped out one after another.

Following them, Shamara walked out, and seeing her, Anthony suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Then Patricia, Auburnli, Purple Corpse, Xi, Diyali, Gonia, Lucidia… one by one, people familiar to Anthony emerged from the furball, quickly filling up the room.

Anthony asked with a dry throat, “How many people have you found?”

Negris proudly said, “A few hundred, I guess. It was too easy, ran into acquaintances everywhere.” However, his proudly raised tail revealed his smug mood.

“…It seems no matter how good the plan, it can’t beat good luck. I should have been the first to find Shamara.”