Work Prophet
Chapter 342 - 100 The Will of the Goddess

Chapter 342: Chapter 100 The Will of the Goddess

"Pisya has already heard your prayers and has sent down an oracle," the little maid said in as solemn a voice as possible.

She had been doing this kind of work recently and was now quite adept at it.

But Hirodod wasn’t buying it this time. Furrowing his brow, he said, "How come it’s always signs? I could hear Pisya’s voice before even without training, and now after doing as you’ve suggested for so long, I can still only see these signs."

A hint of suspicion flashed across Hirodod’s eyes, and his gaze toward Clara cooled, "Are you deceiving me?"

The little maid felt a chill in her heart, but her expression remained calm, "This is not a sign."

"Then what is it?"

"A kind of writing."

"Writing?"

"Precisely, it is the language of the gods. You said you hoped Pisya could communicate with you, so now she is communicating with you in this way."

"Is that so, then what is she saying?" Hirodod’s eyes still harbored suspicion.

"I am a disciple of Saturday and cannot understand Pisya’s writing, but you are different. You are the High Priest of the Silver Moon Church and you control all the church’s scriptures. If there is one person in this world who could understand these divine writings, it must be you."

Clara used the trick Ruby had taught her.

—When a lie is about to break down, throw the question back to the other person and let them help you sustain it.

The key to this trick was to appear completely confident and dominant; one must not show any sign of weakness, and it was also advisable to flatter the other party appropriately.

As anticipated, after hearing her words, much of the suspicion on Hirodod’s face dissipated, and he then stared at the ink in the water, falling into deep thought.

After a long while, he spoke again, "Hmm, the writing in the water indeed bears some similarity to that in the ’Book of Salvation’... It is the church’s oldest existing scripture, written in a very ancient language. To this day, less than a third of that book’s content has been understood."

Clara breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; Hirodod was indeed still predictable, as he could even find significance in the messy ink in the water.

Taking advantage of the moment, the little maid timely added, "This is a test from Pisya for you. If you understand the divine writing in the water, you might receive divine power from your goddess, just like Prophet Merlin."

Hirodod neither agreed nor disagreed, but a warm look appeared in his eyes.

During the conversation, the lights in the city had also increased from one to seven or eight spots, spreading across the entire city.

Even from such a distance, Clara could still see the leaping flames, and even the evening breeze that faced her carried a hint of scorching heat, while the sounds of crying and wailing in the wind grew louder.

The little maid finally couldn’t hold back and reminded Hirodod, "Um... there seems to be something wrong in the city."

"Is that so." Hirodod was distracted, continuing to stare at the ink in the water. He even pulled out a piece of parchment and imitated the chaotic and strange patterns on the water.

"Aren’t you going to do something about it?"

"That’s not my business," Hirodod said indifferently.

Clara was stunned. Although she had been staying in that courtyard all the time and hadn’t left the mansion, Hirodod would come to find her every now and then to ask for her help in contacting Pisya.

Thus, the little maid also knew about the rough situation in Duolin City.

The army recruited by Hirodod had nearly reached thirty thousand people.

Sir Ed, the original City Lord of Duolin City, had been hiding in his mansion since last month, not showing his face, so Hirodod’s words were indeed the most effective in Duolin City now.

But Hirodod really was as indifferent to power and wealth as he claimed, carelessly picking a few people and tossing the responsibilities of assembling the new army and managing the city to them, afterwards he no longer even inquired about it.

He really did choose carelessly, and Clara could attest to that.

The little maid had witnessed and even participated in the process, where the new army’s two Deputy Commanders, the current acting City Lords, were directly selected from the believers, based on what was claimed to be divine decrees.

Then, Hirodod entrusted High Priest Kerkwon to inform these lucky individuals.

When they first received the news, many didn’t believe such good fortune had fallen into their laps, and it took them several days before they assumed their positions with doubt.

And when they discovered everything was indeed true, their behaviors varied: some dedicated themselves to their duties, striving to adapt to their new roles.

Others seized the opportunity to make a fortune, such as a Deputy Commander who simply went himself, leading people to raid four merchants’ guilds in the city, hauling away boxes of gold and silver to his residence until there was no room left to walk before he stopped.

Because his actions were too outrageous, the next day someone reported him to Hirodod, yet Hirodod’s punishment was light, merely requiring the Deputy Commander to compensate each of the four guilds with a Gold Coin.

After that, the new army grew even more arrogant.

Many among them believed they had seen the true nature of things.

Hirodod was relying on them to control Duolin City and would certainly depend heavily on them, which is also why Hirodod did not severely punish those commanders who erred.

Both parties were now tied together on the same string.

After finishing the transcription of the ink stains in the water, Hirodod carefully compared it several times before setting down the Parchment, and he looked down towards the city at the base of the hill.

"Let’s go, it’s time we made a move."

"A move? To my residence?"

"No, it’s time for us to leave, Matina’s army will arrive at Duolin City by tomorrow morning."

"And you’re planning to leave tonight?" Clara was stunned again.

Although Hirodod had already done many crazy things recently, none had shocked her like the sentence before.

"Why not leave? Stay here to serve as a funeral accompaniment for those scum?" Hirodod carefully packed away the parchment.

"But... but aren’t you the commander of this army?"

"A nominal commander, and besides, how could these rabble possibly defeat the armies of the great families of the western region?"

"Then why did you gather these people in the first place?" Clara was even more puzzled.

"To lose to Matina."

Perhaps because there were no other outsiders here, Hirodod no longer hid his motives, earnestly saying, "I need certain things to happen to truly take control of the Church Court, to build an army of my own, an army with conviction."

After a pause, he added, "Moreover, this is also the goddess’ will."