“Zuo, you’re really not supposed to know such confidential information. If you weren’t dead… no, that’s not right. I wouldn’t let you die so easily, I’d make you wish you were dead instead. If you don’t want to experience the feeling of being sacrificed again, then do me a favor,” Qian Mimi said with a smile.
“What favor? How can I help you?” the Mushroom-Headed Man asked.
“Get me into the Siguari Cathedral. Since you can’t do anything, I’ll just have to investigate myself,” Samimi said.
“This… if we get discovered… I…” The Mushroom-Headed Man was visibly nervous.
“And what if we’re discovered? Do you think there could be any worse fate than what I’ll do to you if you betray me? Right now I only tortured you for three hours, but it could become three months, three years, three hundred years. I can cut off your hands, tear out your tongue, heal you up again, keep you alive, and have twenty strong men torture you every day, healing you again and again,” Mimi said with a gentle smile.
“What do you want me to do?” As soon as the Mushroom-Headed Man heard this, he was so scared even his flower shriveled up.
“Just help me get an official cleric identity. After that, you won’t have to worry about anything else, just mind your own business. You know I can find you anytime,” Ruimi said coldly.
“Alright, alright, I’ll get you a new identity tomorrow, just stop hitting me,” the Mushroom-Headed Man begged repeatedly.
“Tomorrow? Can’t you do it today?” Samimi asked.
“Today? It’s already deep into the night…” the Mushroom-Headed Man replied helplessly.
“Weren’t you quite bold when you came to my territory to demand money? How come now you can’t get anything done?” Mimi asked calmly. “So, can you do it or not?”
“I can, I can, please come with me,” the Mushroom-Headed Man slowly got up, moving his joints which had been broken several times and then hastily reconnected, and with no complaints at all, quickly put on a set of Inquisition Knight armor.
This set of knight armor was exactly the one that had just been stripped from him—who knows whether it was intentional or not.
“I can get you into the [Sheep Cleric Symposium]. It’s a high-level training institute of the Holy See, specifically cultivating young female clerics, teaching them noble etiquette, all so they can marry into the families of rich and powerful nobles. Besides political alliances, nobles mostly choose their wives from there, and right now, this kind of political-church union is very popular,” the Mushroom-Headed Man explained.
“Eh? Sounds interesting, tell me more,” Ruimi became even more intrigued.
“These young clerics, once married, can maintain connections with the Church, and the nobles tacitly approve of this arrangement, since they benefit from the Cathedral’s protection as well. And who could refuse to have a wife who can cure any illness? The Holy See uses this method to expand its influence among the nobility. Ordinary cleric girls rely on this approach to make a meteoric rise. In the Symposium, they spread the latest news of both the Church and the noble houses every day. If you want to investigate something, that would be a good place to start,” the Mushroom-Headed Man persuaded.
“Can you help me get in?” Mimi asked.
“I can say you’re a cleric from the Inquisition Knights, forge an identity for you, then arrange for you to register. As for whether you’ll pass the registration or not, that depends on your performance. But I’m confident in you,” the Mushroom-Headed Man said.
“When you talk like a decent person, you’re not so bad,” Jun Mimi smiled.
“I’ll go collect the money and return to town,” the Mushroom-Headed Man started sweating when he saw her smile.
“What did you say? If you do that, wouldn’t you blow your cover? Play the villain properly, Samimi suddenly scolded.
“So… I don’t have to return the money?” the Mushroom-Headed Man was surprised.
“Do you really think I care about that little bit of money? Keep acting the villain, just don’t hurt anyone else. When this is over, I’ll make it up to you. Since you’re on board, just do your job properly—otherwise, both sides will make sure you come to a bad end,” Qian Mimi did care about the money, but she had to focus on the bigger picture for now.
“I—I understand,” the Mushroom-Headed Man nodded repeatedly.
Before they set off, Samimi raised her staff, and with a flash of fire, the red-hot tip of the staff precisely poked into one of the gaps in his armor.
“Ahh!” The Mushroom-Headed Man rolled on the ground in pain.
“But don’t think a few words make us friends. You’ve already fallen for my Inquiry Magic. If you betray me, you’ll end up just like that twisted sword—scorched and gnawed away,” Ge Mimi stood up and warned coldly.
But that was just for show; she hadn’t actually cast any curse magic.
“I… I get it,” the Mushroom-Headed Man pleaded again.
“Let’s go,” Jun Mimi said.
“Wait, I need to prepare some things. I have to forge an Identity Archive,” the Mushroom-Headed Man went to the bedside table and rummaged for a while, finding some documents.
“Then why were you in such a hurry to put on armor?” Mimi asked suspiciously.
She walked over to take a look; the Mushroom-Headed Man was busy writing on the Personnel Transfer File.
“You’re not writing any secret marks on there, are you? I could roast you alive at any time,” Mimi questioned.
“No, no, just remember the information,” the Mushroom-Headed Man finished writing on the Personnel Transfer File and handed it to Chun Mimi for inspection.
Her new identity, new name, [Gengji Lu Peikai].
A village cleric, no parents, no relatives. The village was destroyed by a Magic Phoenix, and she was temporarily taken in by the Church’s Inquisition Knights.
Honestly, nothing memorable about it. The Mushroom-Headed Man just made up a random, nameless village, so she only needed to remember the name.
Still, why does my fake name sound like a string of random words! How depressing!
“Can I change the name?” Mimi asked.
“Sure, what name do you want?” the Mushroom-Headed Man replied.
“[Fuba Xing].” Qian Mimi made one up casually.
“Alright,” the Mushroom-Headed Man helped her change the name and reminded her, “You must remember the information or you’ll blow your cover—and even I’ll get in trouble.”
“Got it,” Jun Mimi responded, not very seriously.
With everything prepared, the two set off, leaving the high-class residential area and walking to the outskirts, stopping in front of a standalone house.
Ruimi could now tell this area was where senior Saints lived. If not Central Church preachers, then senior Saints who often had to run official errands—just like this group of Inquisition Knights.
“Yu Min Tuo—” The Mushroom-Headed Man knocked on the door, knocking several times, determined to wake the person up tonight.
“Who is it? Do you know what time it is?” Finally, someone came over grumbling to open the door.
From inside emerged a tall, imposing old woman of the clergy, wearing a monocle and a stern, cold expression—clearly someone not to be trifled with.
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