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Chapter 1256 - 933, Until I Kill You_2

Chapter 1256: Chapter 933, Until I Kill You_2

Wu Heng wasn’t surprised after listening, as modern society also has similar rumors, just under different names.

Ring ring ring~!

After chatting for a while, the sound of a phone ringing interrupted their conversation.

Everyone fell silent in unison, curiously glancing at the peculiar item in his hand that was producing the noise.

Wu Heng smiled and said, "You all continue chatting, I’ll head upstairs to take care of something."

With that said, he left his seat under everyone’s gaze and walked upstairs.

On the way up, he caught sight of the three ghosts he controlled, standing at the edge of the second floor, looking down below. They even waved at him.

Wu Heng nodded slightly and continued walking toward the study on the second floor.

...

He closed the door behind him, shutting out the noise from outside.

Connecting the video call, the image of Wen Mansha appeared—a woman with striking red hair and mature, fair features.

"Master!" Wen Mansha called out in a playful tone.

"Hmm, have you had dinner yet?" Wu Heng asked, his face softening into a smile.

Wen Mansha replied, "Just finished. I fed the baby too, then thought of calling you for a chat."

"I miss you all too."

Wen Mansha’s smile grew even brighter as she said, "Master, the church locations have been finalized. Two in the Outer City Area, one in the Inner City District. The building specifications should be adequate."

Lundham City’s structure was quite complex, divided into three areas—the inner city, the outer city, and the outskirts.

The Outer City Area itself was split into east, west, south, and north, segregating beastmen from humans based on distinct community groups.

Wen Mansha had selected two locations for the Outer City, which could have shared one site but were workable as they stood.

Given the reduced size of the Inner City District, one church would suffice there.

Wu Heng thought for a moment before saying, "Beastmen are of towering physical build. The decor plans I gave you may not be suitable for them; you’ll need to arrange for local designers to make adjustments."

Female beastmen typically reached over two meters in height, while males exceeded three meters.

The design plans for Gold and Silver Island were suitable for Netalee City but were entirely unsuitable for Lundham City, home to beastmen residents.

Fortunately, making revisions wouldn’t pose much difficulty.

"Understood, I’ll arrange for designers to make the changes," Wen Mansha continued. "But Lundham City is currently in the midst of winter, with snow falling outside. We’ll have to wait for warmer weather to begin church renovations."

"No problem, there’s no rush. Use this time to prepare well, and finalize church locations for the other cities as well," Wu Heng said.

"Got it. I’ll take care of everything," Wen Mansha replied earnestly.

Wu Heng had previously told her that after becoming a hero, the next stage of advancement would require the churches.

Therefore, church construction had to be meticulously executed to avoid hindering Wu Heng’s plans.

Both Wen Mansha and her newborn daughter relied heavily on Wu Heng.

"Alright, take your time; there’s no need to rush," Wu Heng said with a smile.

There was commotion outside on Wu Heng’s end as well. After exchanging a few more words, he ended the video call.

Leaning back in his chair, he began to ponder over this matter.

The church locations for Lundham City had been decided. Establishing and disseminating the teachings should prove simpler than on the Fifth Princess’s side.

That area was far more chaotic, with beastmen worshiping their ancestral spirits and lacking The Holy Court’s churches.

Additionally, since Wu Heng had some foundation in that area, spreading the teachings shouldn’t be too challenging.

Thinking along these lines, Wu Heng even considered that priests and nuns could be cultivated from among the beastmen, at least without the concern that they were spies planted by The Holy Court.

No, that wouldn’t work!

Traditional beastmen, with their massive jaws and tusks, wouldn’t align with the development direction Shanaela had drafted for him. For the current church’s priests and nuns, their appearance needed to be more approachable.

Beastmen and other races had different aesthetic standards. Locally, beastmen clergy could be utilized.

However, other populations, such as the fox people clan or the rabbit people clan—these kinds of half-beastman races—might be better suited.

Andre Willow, as the Junior Clan Leader of the fox people clan, already had a foundation of trust, a soft personality, and seemed well-suited for roles such as priest and nun.

Those of higher levels, with more advanced education, could serve as priests, while those at lower levels could start as nuns.

This point hadn’t occurred to Wu Heng earlier.

It now seemed that selecting clergy candidates wouldn’t be much of a challenge after all.

He took a sip of tea.

Wu Heng’s gaze shifted toward the door. After a couple of seconds, a knock sounded, followed by a woman’s voice: "Leader, are you in the room?"

Wu Heng furrowed his brows, trying to recall who the voice belonged to. "Come in."

The door swung open, revealing a female priest wearing a priest’s hat and robes, a faint smile on her lips as she walked in. "Leader... "

She was the same female priest who had spoken to him at the banquet.

"Do you need something?" Wu Heng gestured for her to sit.

He was curious about why an ordinary priest from the association would come to see him alone.

Bold enough to seek him out personally.

"Thank you, Leader." The priest stepped forward and sat down opposite him.

As she approached, Wu Heng caught a whiff of her fragrance—the kind one would associate with a wealthy lady.

Once she was seated, she forced a smile and said, "Leader, you mentioned recruiting new priests earlier. I deeply admire you and feel strongly that Spiritual Awakening suits me."

As she spoke, her bright eyes seemed to be observing his reaction.

Hearing this, Wu Heng felt a bit surprised.

At the banquet, he’d invited Priest ’Nasir’ in jest, knowing the priest wouldn’t actually join him.

A priest’s power stemmed from faith. Betraying that faith would result in a loss of power.

Moreover, Wu Heng’s relationship with The Holy Court was currently strained.

The association was working hard to ease tensions between the two sides, while Wu Heng was busy planning church construction. He certainly wouldn’t foolishly try to poach people from The Holy Court.

The priest before him was quite young and held a respectable position within The Holy Court. Could it be that a casual remark at the banquet was enough to make her want to join his newly-founded religion?

Perhaps she was truly an admirer?

But something felt off.

Could a priest really change beliefs?

Countless thoughts flashed through Wu Heng’s mind, yet he couldn’t quite figure out her motive. He shook his head and politely declined, "Priests should remain steadfast in their faith."

Rejecting her directly, Wu Heng watched as the priest suddenly removed her hat, letting her waterfall-like hair cascade down.

She continued, "I worship you, Leader. You can do anything to me—here or tonight, I’ll come to you—so long as I can stay by your side, I’m willing to change the definition of my faith for you."

As she spoke, her body exuded a faint, alluring fragrance that made Wu Heng’s heart skip a beat.

A solemn and dignified priest suddenly uttering such words.

Wu Heng’s mind unavoidably flashed to certain films he’d seen—the serious priests, bold and uninhibited behind closed doors, tilting their heads back, mouths open, yearning for Holy Dew.

Also, the nuns in the outdoor churches near Lundham City, draped in thin veils.

Brief scenes flickered in his thoughts, but Wu Heng maintained his gaze on her and said with a smile, "I am a hero. Such seduction tactics don’t work on me. Tell me your true intentions; your level isn’t low—you should be aware you can’t kill me."

"Oh? Leader, you’re not as lustful as the rumors suggest!" The priest’s lips curled slightly, forming an expression utterly unbefitting of someone in her position.

Under the bright lights, she seemed like a completely different person from the priest at the banquet.

And her gaze carried neither the reverence a hero deserved nor admiration—it was filled with hatred and the promise of vengeance.

"You’re not a priest?" Wu Heng asked, eyeing her.

The priest stepped back two paces, her face neutral as she said, "Wu Heng, I will keep watching you until the day I can kill you."

With those words, she violently tore her clothing, breaking the pendant symbolizing The Holy Court, and screamed toward the door, "Nasir, save me~!"

Crunch~!

The sound of bones dislocating exploded sharply.

The priest’s neck and limbs instantly twisted into unnatural shapes.

Her body collapsed stiffly to the ground.

At that moment, hurried footsteps sounded from downstairs.

Staring at the corpse on the floor, Wu Heng’s pupils contracted.

A priest from The Holy Court had died in such a way—in his study.