Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 287 - 286 The First in History

Chapter 287: Chapter 286: The First in History

Chapter 287 -286: The First in History

Jenny had been bustling about for a while at the entrance of the Acalian Sanctuary when, as if sensing something, she turned her head and gazed toward a dark corner of the plaza.

A smile naturally bloomed at the corners of her mouth.

Jenny took two steps at a time, hurrying toward that corner, where a familiar figure appeared in the night. Although the bonfire’s light could not reach this spot, in Jenny’s heart it shone like a beacon.

“Archbishop!” Jenny gave a deep bow to Chaoyang.

“I’ve said it before, just call me by my first name.” Chaoyang smiled and shook his head, “The title of Archbishop should not be thrown around lightly, it’s reserved for those who preside over the great cathedrals in the Old Continent.”

After all, the Paradise Sect wasn’t a formal religious faction, and he had no intention of turning it into one, so naturally, there was no distinction in positions like Archbishop, Priest, or Executive Priest.

“But you are the spokesperson for the Paradise Master, the indisputable Archbishop…”

“Then will you heed my words? If you will, then call me by my name.” Chaoyang pressured her playfully.

“Uh… Chao… yang…” The last syllable ‘yang’ came out of Jenny’s mouth as soft as a mosquito’s buzz, after which she quickly added a title of respect, “…Your Excellency!”

Chaoyang was amused, and stopped insisting she repeat his name, “How is it, how does using the new body feel?”

“It’s like I’m dreaming.” Jenny subconsciously raised her hands, looking them over as she spoke, “She isn’t me, yet everything feels so familiar, even the lines on the palms are almost identical. And I can feel that this body is filled with strength, unusually healthy, even stronger than my own. The power of our Lord is truly unfathomable…”

Even though all believers provide wishing power, there are differences among them. For instance, Judy, Dane, and Jenny, even though their overt contracts had ended, could still hear His calling. As long as they harbored no resistance in their hearts, Chaoyang could guide their consciousness to the transfer station or leap to a new body.

Of course, doing so consumed quite a bit of wishing power.

“It’s good that you’re getting used to it. And you won’t have to stay here long, at most a week, and then you can go back to Magnificent Castle.” Chaoyang reminded her, “Also, don’t forget you need to return there every evening to properly eat and clean your original body.”

Unlike Luowei Siya and Leisk, Jenny’s original body was intact and needed careful maintenance. Since survival here couldn’t depend on IV nutrition, the most rudimentary method had to be used—a hands-on maintenance of the body.

“As long as it makes the world more like Paradise, I don’t mind staying a bit longer here.” Jenny cheerfully said, “However, I roughly understand the situation with Thistlefort; the main issue is the lack of food. Can we really resolve this quickly? You see… when it comes to high-salary work, people are eager and put their troubles aside. But when they’re actually hungry, money can’t calm the people.”

“Of course we can, when has the Paradise Master ever let you down?” Chaoyang patted her head.

A faint blush crossed the nun’s cheeks, “That’s right, you never disappoint everyone.”

“That’s the Paradise Master, not me.”

She cocked her head to the side, “It’s the same thing! By the way, do you want to greet the enrollees? Most of them have not met you.”

Chaoyang was about to agree when he received a notification from Xue Quan, “No need, you manage things here. I just came to see if there were any problems with the enrollment, and it seems there aren’t any big issues. I have matters to attend to at Magnificent Castle; I must be going.”

“Alright, go ahead with your work, I’ve got this covered.” Jenny nodded.

…

Chaoyang, under the watchful gaze of the nuns, left the sanctuary square and arrived at Evergreen Road, which was just two streets away. This road led to the wealthy district of the inner city, where the lords’ manors and merchants’ estates were all accessed. It was nearly ten o’clock at night, yet torches still lined the streets, and a cleared space was being used to pile up the food purchased from the wealthy district.

In one corner of the open space, sacks of wheat were already stacked high.

Xue Quan was directing the locals to tally the numbers, sorting and loading them on wagons to be transported to Thistlefort’s grainaries.

Upon seeing Chaoyang arrive, he immediately said, “We’ve just finished counting for three families, and it seems that each one has enough food stored to last half a year—wheat, dried meat, ham, wine… you name it, they’ve got it all.”

“Let’s forget about the wine; it can’t fill a hungry stomach,” Chaoyang laughed.

“That’s not necessarily true. I’ve researched this area, and there’s a lot of heavy manual labor, with most people having the habit of drinking at night. Alcohol might not satiate hunger, but it can boost morale. Buying a reasonable amount won’t do any harm,” Xue Quan had a different opinion.

Chaoyang didn’t quibble since as long as it was within the budget, they could use it however they wanted. “What’s the total count?”

“As expected, there is more than enough for each noble family, but it’s far from sufficient for the entire city of Thistlefort. Taking into account a population of three hundred thousand, it would only last about three or four days,” Xue Quan flipped through his records, “Additionally, two households had grain reserves significantly greater than the others, and their quality was quite fresh.”

“Oh? Is Sergey among them?”

“Yes, and the other is the Rota Clan.”

“No wonder his opposition was so strong; to cut off a man’s livelihood is akin to killing his parents,” Chaoyang wasn’t too surprised. Airco Squadron had indeed been secretly transporting the food away, but that didn’t mean everyone was kept in the dark. Didn’t these two perceptive families notice beforehand?

Unfortunately, their first reaction upon realizing the truth wasn’t to inform the other nobles or stop the border troops from stealing the grain indiscriminately, but to secretly purchase a batch of new grain for themselves. The purpose of this action was very clear. When famine broke out, every sack of wheat could be sold for hundreds or thousands of times the cost, no chemical ecstasy could match such profitability.

“You didn’t call for me just to discuss this, did you?”

Chaoyang never had much expectation for the nobility from the start—forcibly requisitioning a portion of their grain was simply to prevent them from living too comfortably. To really solve the problem, they still needed to rely on themselves.

“Right, there’s news from the control center. The modified version of the Transport 8, even after all electronic equipment is removed, can still undertake overseas transportation tasks, just not capable of round-the-clock flights. Considering the quality of makeshift runways, the payload capacity has also decreased. It can carry 15 tons of supplies and do take-offs and landings in the wilderness.”

“They can get us the blueprints tonight?”

“More than just blueprints, they can roll out a prototype in one night,” Xue Quan said proudly, “Old planes have their advantages too. They can run purely on mechanical equipment, and Beifu has existing ones—the kind that were almost shipped to museums.”

Hearing this, Chaoyang felt reassured.

Indeed, he had omitted a step when speaking to the nobles in the hotel conference room, and that very step was the most crucial—direct aerial transport of grains from Magnificent Castle to Thistlefort! The grain was readily available, the planes were crafted by wishing power, and the pilots were professionals; there was nothing irregular about the entire plan, meaning its feasibility was extremely high. Yet, at the same time, it was incredibly bold, for this plan would be humanity’s first “large-scale aerial transport” in this world’s history!

The moment he realized the granaries had been emptied, the idea had emerged in his mind.

If he wanted people to believe the Paradise Master was protecting them, what could be more awe-inspiring than steel birds descending from the heavens with life-saving supplies?

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