"At that time, not only will the power of the Church suffer a heavy blow, but even the prestige of the Lady of Joy will be affected."

Duncan cut to the chase, skipping over the Mother of Great Bliss and elevating the matter to a level concerning the reputation of the Lady of Joy.

The expressions of the others present suddenly became serious. Faith is no joking matter, especially when it concerns the future status in the Divine Country. The Jester, who possessed the Divine Grace of the Goddess of Love, had a flash of killing intent in his eyes.

Duncan gazed at everyone and slowly said, "I need you all in the upcoming actions."

"To unconditionally obey my orders."

"And I will lead you to victory and make the enemies who provoke the Lady pay the price."

His words were filled with strong confidence. He looked around coldly and said, "If you can’t do it, you can leave now."

"I will look for others."

Only then did his gaze fall on the beautiful woman, a lovely vase in his eyes; the Priest of the Goddess of Love was just a top-tier vase.

The others present were silent. The Stage Master was the first to speak, shrugging and saying, "I have no problem."

The words were spoken.

People still had the mark of Neutral Units; anyone could speak nice words.

At this moment, Celesta-White softly said, "I will follow your arrangements, as long as it does not contradict the will of the Goddess."

As her words fell.

She surprisingly transformed into a light green marked unit.

The entire Scarlet Performer Sect, except for the Jester who was marked green, the other three were still yellow Neutral Units, though they outwardly expressed no objection.

Interesting. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The outsider was the first to change stance; the other three were likely confidants of the Red Veil Archbishop.

But as long as they agree on the surface, they can still be used.

One can’t be choosy in such situations.

Duncan nodded slowly and signaled to the Jester, then said, "We depart tonight."

"Jester, come with me."

With that, he turned and left, already pondering the next step of action and how to subdue these people.

Neutral is just neutral.

The King of Kings conquers not only women but men too; they will submit.

The Jester glanced around at his companions, shrugged, and quickly followed. The others remained silent, just observing Duncan’s departing figure, their eyes showing a hint of distrust, or someone had fed them mistrustful messages; some channels provided information unfavorable to Duncan, ’accidentally’ leaked by the Church high-ups.

Duncan brought the Jester to a secluded inn outside the Temple District.

There were already people waiting inside.

Six of them, all mid-to-high tier professionals, with a bandit aura about them. The one-eyed man in the lead didn’t look like a good person, resembling a ruthless pirate leader.

Duncan slightly raised his head, scanning the group. His gaze passed over the Rogue, Assassin, and Ranger; with a signal from his eyes, a servant carried a particularly heavy box inside.

"Open it and have a look." Duncan gestured for them to open it themselves.

The box was locked.

At the back of the group, a petite rogue with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth stepped forward at his companion’s signal. His fingers danced, picking tools appeared, and with a click, the specially designed lock was pried open.

Excellent, he’s got some skill.

In an instant, the one-eyed man drew his sword, swift as the wind, prying open the box with the blade. In a flash, golden light shone, and the pile of gold inside made everyone’s breathing involuntarily heavy.

"This is the deposit."

Duncan surveyed these mercenaries, leaving the entire box, totaling fifteen thousand Golden Dellers here. Before leaving, he calmly said, "You should know who you are working for."

"I need you to absolutely follow orders."

Only with great rewards can one find bravery.

If you think you can hire someone with petty change, you’re undervaluing them. Duncan has always been generous, but if you take his money, you have to work, or risk losing your head.

Only after Duncan left.

These desperados stared at the box before them. One of the Rangers, arms folded over a curved blade, said gravely, "Boss."

"This guy seems different from our previous employers."

The one-eyed pirate-like man’s expression was grave, and he said solemnly, "Duncan-Starfall, I’ve heard of his deeds, a cold and ruthless person."

"But no matter what."

"This is our important chance to come clean and go legit."

"As long as we connect with the Wealth Church, everyone will be able to have a decent identity in the future."

Cleaning up, going legitimate, legal identity.

Don’t underestimate the churches of these goddesses; although their power isn’t impressive, being recognized as True Gods by the secular world means they have semi-official status, much better than these adventurers who skirt the rules.

Outside the inn.

The Jester’s voice suddenly sounded, "Why did you bring me here?"

This was almost a confession of identity.

Duncan did not look back, stating calmly, "Because you have the Divine Grace of the Lady of Joy on you."

"You’re different from them."

The Jester’s expression seemed to be in contemplation.

Duncan said lightly, "No matter how the Wealth Church and the Joyous Cult fight? It’s all among our own."

"As long as the Lady of Wealth hasn’t officially turned against the Lady of Joy."

"Then they are the closest allies." (Best girlfriends)

Duncan turned to gaze at the Jester, expressionless, "Do you know why the influence of the Wealth Church far surpasses that of the Joyous Cult?"

"Because they keep things clear."

Even if the Goddess of Wealth suddenly disappeared, even if the Lady of Joy temporarily managed the Divine Position of Wealth, even if the Joyous Cult poached their followers, they understood the weight of the matter.