In general, the Faceless Hermitage is incredibly powerful, with as many as five Level 18 beings!

The president occupies one, and the remaining four are the leaders of various Evil God Sects.

Of the 17 council seats, the Tulip Clan holds three, the God of Tyranny's followers hold two, and the remaining 12 are scattered among the 12 different Evil God Sects.

For one force to gather over a dozen Evil God Sects is truly a spectacle of the ages.

It also implies just how chaotic it is inside, with fierce struggles.

No wonder the Tulip Clan can't completely control the Faceless Hermitage; no one could.

Believing in Evil Gods is nothing good, and wanting to tame them...dream on!

Yet to fully control this power clearly requires considerable effort.

But upon hearing this, Kalanis felt a strong surge of fighting spirit.

"My lord, I will definitely bring the Faceless Hermitage into your domain!"

"No one can stop your progress!"

The tone was filled with determination and confidence.

If I can't achieve this, how can I face accepting such a generous reward from my lord?!

Lear smiled with satisfaction.

"Let me know what support you need."

"First, get a hold on the Hyena, then discuss the detailed strategy flow with him... Start by subduing some of the peripheral, weaker forces, and with your own base, you can then proceed."

The members of the Faceless Hermitage are all Evil God worshippers, while Kalanis is a legitimate Evil God.

Forget those foolish Evil Gods; if they are to believe, they should believe in Kalanis, the true God of Tyrant!!

"As for the Dragon Breath Mercenary Corps... I will purchase a batch of slaves as a new base."

"In the future, you can select people from within the Hermitage to fill in, and I will also dispatch personnel from Weilu City."

"We also need to have a force on the surface that possesses enough deterrence."

Both in the open and in the shadows, we will move forward on two fronts.

Weilu City is deep in the Wilderness, isolated from the world, providing safety from external disturbance but also limiting development.

He needs to convert the land's output into resources, with forces in Lorand City acting as the conversion agents.

Simultaneously, these forces can continuously draw nourishment from the outside to support the territory.

After a round of in-depth communication, Lear did not stay longer and turned to leave.

How things unfold next depends on Kalanis and the newly leashed Hyena's actions.

This arrangement is a touchstone.

If Kalanis cannot complete this task, he will abandon this plan and call her back to Weilu City, to become the military vanguard in the future.

Only needing to fight.

If she succeeds, she will be cultivated into Lorand City's underground queen, wielding greater power.

Her staying in Lorand City has the most significant benefit—here she can leverage her power to seek vengeance against the Tulip Clan.

He also looks forward to seeing what kind of brilliance this girl, who could seize authority from the Tyrant Monarch, will shine in the dark world.

He has a faint feeling that perhaps Kalanis will give him a massive surprise.

Leaving Dragon Breath Manor, Lear was in a pretty good mood.

Today's trip, with guidance from the intelligence system, allowed him to set a profoundly significant dark piece, opening a new path.

Simultaneously, it also granted Kalanis unlimited potential.

The only worry is about the Tyrant Monarch's movements.

Placing Kalanis in Lorand City also considers this aspect.

Even if that Evil God wishes to act against her, in Lorand City, there will be significant figures to resist.

In minstrels' tales, you often hear of demon invasions being repelled by united human heroes.

This is not myth, but recorded history documented again and again in historical records.

The rules of the Main Plane protect ordinary people.

On the way, while passing a relatively rundown street, Lear suddenly seemed to remember something and looked at Blando by his side.

"Tell the coachman to go to the Ninth District."

Blando, having not entered the house earlier and guarding at the door with some loyal puppy demeanor, complied.

"Yes, my lord..."

Upon hearing this, Blando's curiosity arose; was the lord really from the Ninth District before?

What was it like where he lived?

What kind of environment could nurture such a person as the lord?

Watching the scenery outside the carriage window slide backwards, Lear's expression grew faintly poignant.

Since leaving the slums, he hasn't returned.

The only thing worthy of reminiscence was the neighbor Uncle Jem, who took care of him after his crossing.

Not just him, even the original self before the crossing received a lot of care from Jem.

Without Jem, the original self might have died long ago.

One body bore two debts of gratitude.

After receiving support from Firina, he had the Rose Inn's attendant deliver two gold coins and a message of his safety.

In the slums, too much money wasn't a good thing; two gold coins were just about right.

But this return is different from before.

He can now arrange easier work for Uncle Jem, as the White Crow Commerce Association is actually in need of people, and his age is perfect for a security position.

Although he hasn't taken shortcuts like those young men who become five-star generals by twenty, it's still not too late.

Carriage wheels churned and turned, pressing on slate, producing a unique sound.

After more than an hour, the carriage stopped on a shabby street.

The Ninth District is a general term for an area constituted by a main street and hundreds of crisscrossed alleys.

Over a hundred thousand poor people live inside.

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