On the third day after meeting Asimiro, he really arranged for himself, Xiao Chen, to be among the sages who would meet the Saint.
Generally, each sage can only bring one follower. Although Asimiro insists on bringing two, it is not impossible. However, the Saint's palace is under the control of the judicial authority after all, and one more person will definitely attract extra attention from Luo Ling and Xiao Chen.
So he took Xiao Chen alone with him and rode in a carriage across the Holy Maiden Bridge early in the morning and came to the Holy Maiden's palace.
The palace of the saint was not luxurious in Xiao Chen's opinion, at least it was much inferior to the royal palace of the Kingdom of Iberia. The main building of the palace was a four-story house, which surrounded a small front garden with other auxiliary buildings. Amisiro's carriage stopped at this location, and two executors in black came to open the door for them.
Xiao Chen followed Asimiro and jumped off the carriage. He was searched by the executors and guards around him and then passed the inspection.
The palace was guarded by many executioners from the entrance, but unlike the executioners who went out to capture wizards, these people did not wear masks. They held spears in their hands and pistols on their waists, looking very elite.
With Asimiro's guarantee, Xiao Chen's identity was naturally not a problem. He followed Asimiro, who was familiar with the place, into the main building. The facade of this white building was decorated with many paintings, sculptures, and furnishings of various ages and styles.
With his keen perception, Xiao Chen felt that many of the ornaments were lingering with a special aura, which belonged to the owners who had used and played with these objects. Before he became a saint, he might not have been able to feel this residual aura, but now he could feel them. Xiao Chen quietly cast a detection magic with almost no magic fluctuations, and sensed that many of these objects were used by people with similar mental powers, but with some differences.
Glade in his pocket said to him through the bridge of souls: "My guess is correct. The souls of the saints of all generations may have a part that is the same, passed down through reincarnation, but the other part is different and belongs to their bodies in this life."
Xiao Chen said: "In this case, and since the Saint Girl has not awakened, the communication strategy we adopt should focus on this life."
Asimiro walked into a waiting room on the first floor. There was a coffee table and six chairs around it. The other five sages had already arrived, and each of them had an attendant standing behind them. When they saw Asimiro coming in, they all greeted him in a friendly manner, but no one asked about Xiao Chen. It seemed that Asimiro had already communicated with them.
The Saint's meeting days only receive four to eight sages at a time, with six being the most common number.
Xiao Chen stood quietly behind Asimiro, listening to the sages talking about various factories and trading companies. He felt more and more that his guess was correct. The group of people in front of him actually controlled the economic lifeline of the Republic of the Western Continent. These people were not loyal to the Saint. As long as the Saint's philosophy was to develop the industries they controlled, they would definitely stand by the Saint. But they were obviously dissatisfied with the Saint's current situation. Xiao Chen heard several people say that the Saint was ignorant, awakened too late, had a bad temper, etc.
They chatted for less than half an hour when a burst of laughter came from outside the door. A girl who looked about thirteen or fourteen years old, surrounded by four or five handsome men and women of the same age, ran from the back garden to the door and into the hall of the main building of the palace.
The leading girl had short curly red hair. Apart from some freckles on her face, she was very beautiful. Even among a group of handsome men and beautiful women, she was the most outstanding. The boys and girls were all wearing white dresses, but only the first girl had a unique temperament. Under the similar young appearance, only she seemed to hide something solemn.
These young people seemed to have just played some games outside, and were still talking and laughing. But when they saw the sages in the waiting room, their voices softened.
Only the red-haired girl still looked lazy, as if she didn't take these people seriously at all. She muttered softly: "Why are the old guys here again? This month has passed too quickly."
Her voice was not too soft, and any sage who was not hard of hearing could hear it clearly.
Several sages showed unhappy expressions on their faces. One of them, named Balgos, said solemnly, "Lady Saint, today is the monthly meeting day. It should be an important day for both you and us. We have many serious issues to discuss. Didn't you prepare at all?"
The red-haired girl stretched and said indifferently, "Anyway, every meeting day you guys are there talking, I just need to listen attentively. If I have any different opinions, you will also come up with a hundred reasons to refute it, so what's the point. So now I am just going to listen with my ears, whatever you say is what it is, isn't that good enough?"
Balgos stood up, threw off his robe and said, "Lady Saint, please be careful about how you speak. Such indecent words should not come out of your mouth. You have not awakened yet, and we all have the obligation to guide and regulate you! Please don't bring shame to the Saint's reputation!"
The Saint said, "How could that be? I can't even step out of this palace, and there are not many people who know me. How can I bring shame to the Saint? All I can do every day is to play around with my friends here. They have seen me in all kinds of ways, so what is there to be ashamed of?"
Balgos glanced sharply at the young men and women in white clothes around the saint. These were the people arranged by the judicial authority to take care of her, and the way Balgos looked at them was as if he was looking at dead people.
Then a young man in white, perhaps thinking that what the saint said was funny, chuckled softly.
At this time, Balgos made a move. He just moved his hand slightly, and a sharp fighting spirit flew out and hit the boy's chest, instantly creating a big hole in his chest. Balgos pressed his hand forward again, and the flying flesh and blood were actually blocked back, and all hit the boy himself.
The boy's body flew out like a torn bag full of holes and fell in the middle of the hall on the first floor.
The young boys and girls screamed shrilly, terrified by the scene. Several of them fell to the ground, tumbling. Some girls even started crying out of fear.
The saint standing in the middle of the group of people was calm, but the anger in her heart seemed to be bursting out of her eyes.
"Why did you kill my people!" the saint shouted angrily.
"Your people? Are they human? These flattering bastards are nothing more than your toys."
"Even if it's a useless toy, it's still my toy! You have no right to do this!"