My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1126 - 532: Perfect Value_2

Chapter 1126: Chapter 532: Perfect Value_2

With just one glance, you can’t help but be drawn in, beyond the scope of rational explanation.

Ms. King knelt down devoutly, forcefully kowtowed three times, with pious words murmuring from her mouth. Then, as if she had fulfilled some wish or unburdened a heavy load, she paid her respect to the Priestess again, before exiting on her knees.

Upon leaving the pointed wooden tower, she returned to her tiny log cabin. The cabin housed only a wooden bed and a chair, narrow and simple, yet Ms. King was utterly contented. Among thousands of Believers in the Ancient Destroyer Origin, only a few hundred people were privileged enough to have a residence here. Ms. King was one of them, meaning that she was one of the few hundred people closest to the Divine Lord in the Ancient Destroyer Origin!

After resting for a while, she heard gong sounds outside. It was time for dinner. Ms. King took a cracked bowl to line up. Dinner was simple, a mush made of wild vegetables, barley flour and some kind of cornmeal. The taste was far from good, yet Ms. King gobbled it down and laid on the bed with satisfaction.

The day ended. She needed to rest well so that she could continue her work tomorrow. The more tributes she could present to the Divine Lord, the closer she was to achieving her heart’s wish.

Ms. King felt neither guilt nor remorse whatsoever. As long as I act in the name of the Divine Lord, I commit no sins. This was despite the fact she had deceived the owners out of three sheep today, which might lead the poor family to starve to death in the upcoming harsh winter. Or it might be that she had swindled thirty taels of silver from the herb merchant using fake Blood Condensation, which might cause him financial ruin, or even worse, he’d be killed by Cultivators when he sold them the fake Blood Condensation.

At an old age with diminishing vitality, she was entitled to stay here, solely because she was a veteran trickster who reaped something every day, which was then dedicated to the Divine Lord.

Among the hundreds of people in the stronghold, nearly all were Believers like Ms. King.

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The Prefecture City of Rex County is Moon City, so naturally, the local Horizon Courthouse is also located within it. These days, in and out of the Horizon Courthouse, numerous Military Officers were seen, each wearing serious expressions. Upon exiting the Courthouse, they immediately leapt onto their horses and sped off. Everyone in the city knew that something significant must be happening.

Commandery Commander Dean Rivercutter Zhan had been unsettled these past few days. At ninety-seven years old, his age was considered "in his prime" for a fifth Great Realm cultivator. His tenure at Horizon was long. He had been stationed in Rex County before Abner Lane was appointed as the commanding officer.

When Abner Lane took office, he cleared out many officials who were not doing their jobs. Dean escaped luck. He knew that was because Rex County was not an important place, and as long as he didn’t do too poorly, Abner Lane wouldn’t touch him for the time being.

Director Zhan also knew that he didn’t actually do a good job. He took every penny that he should have taken in those years, and even if he took what he should not have, he would make sure to handle the aftermath and ensure that no loopholes were left.

Everyone from top to bottom in Rex County made money. Even though they couldn’t compete with the wealthy southeastern regions, they couldn’t let the officials go home empty-handed after a few years in office.

Therefore, when something happened down under, Director Zhan would usually turn a blind eye. His subordinates knew that his mantra was "don’t let things go too far."

Dean Rivercutter Zhan had always believed that his subordinates were sensible people. As they made their own profits, they could not deplete the resources nor could they break everyone’s rice bowls.

However, five days ago, a sudden incident made him suddenly realize that there was a big problem with his Rex District Horizon Bureau Manor under his command.

Five days ago, his trusted subordinate, Revered Lord Alexander, was killed!

Alexander had reported the Nightmare Sect case to him just the day before, and the next day he was found dead outside the city. His death was peculiar. He had a peaceful expression; there were no wounds on his body. It looked like he had died peacefully in his sleep. His Magical Instruments, official seal, and wealth went missing.

In Dean’s eyes, the issue of the Nightmare Sect was a matter that had gone too far. It had to be reported to the General government immediately and promptly investigated. Otherwise, it would smash his and his subordinates’ rice bowls.

Alexander was his confidant, who understood very well that this was Director Zhan’s bottom line. Therefore, he reported the matter as soon as it was discovered. However, much to his dismay, he died.

Dean Rivercutter Zhan was outraged and sternly ordered his subordinates to catch the murderer while continuing to investigate the Nightmare Sect case. His subordinates remained silent. However, three days passed, and no new leads were found in both cases!

Director Zhan punished his subordinate severely and, replaced him with someone else to take over the case. But still, there was no progress. Zhan didn’t dare to show his anger anymore, as he had an uncanny feeling that the entire courthouse was being monitored.

However, despite being a Fifth Great Realm cultivator, he couldn’t find who was keeping a watch over him!

In the entire Rex County Horizon Bureau, not a single lead about the case was reported by any of the thousands of soldiers! What did this mean? It meant he’d been rendered powerless!

If things didn’t improve, he could well meet the same fate as Alexander.

So when the news came that Commander Lord Owen Bertram was being sent by the Director General to investigate the Nightmare Sect case, Director Zhan did not tell anyone.

He sat in the Main Hall of the courthouse, appearing nonchalant but his mind was in utter chaos. Looking at those subordinates outside, he was no longer able to figure out who could be trusted and who was suspicious. Or, was it that they were all working together, conspiring to make his death seem justified, to avoid arousing suspicion from the General government.

"If only Owen Bertram is as extraordinary as it is said, he might be able to save me..."