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However, with Saintess Lena and Iceheart so badly injured, even he could only reluctantly try to fool Ota into completing his plan.
"Your Highness, this is too risky!" At the round table, a minister who worshipped a goddess suddenly stood up:
“I understand your and Pope Brad’s noble ideals, but… Pope Brad’s body can no longer hold up. Even ten years ago, the power he unleashed was close to exhausting his life in our eyes. If Pope Brad were to take action now, neither his body nor his strength would be what it used to be. We… cannot afford to risk losing a pope. This would also be a major blow to the human camp!”
Ota and Brad exchanged a glance.
"Don't worry, it's not just about relying on Pope Brad's power."
Otta had already confirmed with Brad several times, and now, looking at everyone at the round table, he was determined to deliver this bombshell news:
"What we are going to activate is the ultimate weapon that the Holy Church has been researching for years! Only Pope Brad's Sacred Body can activate it, and its power far surpasses the terrifying power of the Sacred Artifact Tragedy ten years ago!"
"With that weapon, Pope Brad will be able to easily tear apart the demon race's first line of defense; there will be no doubt about it!"
The crowd erupted in commotion. They hadn't expected the Holy Church to have such a powerful trump card hidden... but then they realized that it was a power that only the Holy Body of the Artifact could use, and they understood.
In the past thousand years, only one person, Brad, has emerged as a vessel of sacred body. And where can one find a vessel that can gather the power of countless sacred artifacts?
"Your Highness Ota, what kind of weapon is that?" someone asked curiously, but quickly shrank back under Ota's silent gaze, realizing they had spoken out of turn.
At this moment, Brad, who was sitting at the table, finally spoke:
"In short, it is a powerful trump card formed by activating all the holy artifacts of the Holy Church, but at the same time... it also has extremely strict conditions."
"To be honest, we may not be able to meet the conditions for activating that weapon yet."
With a long sigh, Brad first poured cold water on the situation.
This was also the reason why Ota had called a meeting, but Brad looked around at everyone, already having an idea in mind, and slowly said:
"The core of the Sacred Relic's power lies in emotions, which is why the Holy Church was built in the most densely populated royal capital. Or rather, the royal capital was deliberately built in the location of the Holy Church... because we need the fluctuating and intertwined emotions of the large population in the entire royal capital to continuously maintain the life of the Sacred Relic."
"But only when a sacred artifact is fully activated can it unleash its powerful strength, such as by following a hero or being nurtured by the artifact's power... while an individual's power is ultimately limited."
"To activate that weapon, an extremely strong 'emotional fluctuation' involving the entire capital city is needed to activate all the sacred artifacts at once, and then have them controlled by the sacred body of the artifact."
A flicker of heat flashed in Brad's eyes.
This was something he never dared to imagine—an all-you-can-eat super buffet plan!
Chapter 194 You have defeated 99% of the great nobles in the capital!
"An emotional upheaval affecting the entire capital? Could it be... a nationwide mourning like when the Mino Hero was captured?"
Brad's description is still somewhat unclear, prompting some scholars to ask questions.
"More or less." Brad nodded slightly. "However, after more than a month, that emotion has basically dissipated. It's just a pity I wasn't in the capital at that time, otherwise I could have easily awakened that ultimate weapon and dealt a heavy blow to the demons!"
Thinking of this, Brad felt a pang of regret. If only he had known, if only he had known that even humanity's strongest hero would be... captured alive.
He should have returned to the capital sooner and enjoyed the fruits of his labor. Those despicable demons actually caused such a big incident without even informing him!
The crowd sensed the regret and confidence in Brad's tone, and couldn't help but yearn for it. They felt even more awe for the ultimate weapon that the Holy Church had brought to the forefront for the first time!
"Your Highness, Your Holiness the Pope."
A high-ranking official of the kingdom looked at the two of them: "So, in order to activate that weapon, we can only create an event similar to the premature death of the Mino Hero in front of the people of the capital to incite their grief?"
"This difficulty doesn't seem to be much lower than finding the mole, does it?"
“It doesn’t necessarily have to be about grief,” Brad patiently explained.
"The key lies in the fluctuation of emotions. As long as there is a sufficiently strong emotion such as surprise, shock, or confusion, the conditions for activating all the sacred artifacts can be met."
After listening, everyone slowly lowered their heads and carefully pondered the key points.
Unexpectedly, Duke Moss, standing to the side, shook his head and gave a soft hum:
"In short—it's about treating those citizens as foreigners and dealing with them, right?"
The hushed discussions in the room suddenly fell silent. They looked at each other, thinking, "This statement... though rough, is true!"
"Ahem, this is an emergency, no need to worry about such things." Prince Ota coughed awkwardly a few times at the round table, turning to look at Brad:
"Pope Brad, you know the conditions for activating that weapon better than anyone else. Is there a more concrete and feasible way for me to create such an emotional fluctuation in the capital as soon as possible?"
“I can’t guarantee it completely either,” Brad sighed, taking in the expressions of everyone present before speaking slowly and deliberately:
"In my opinion, the best way to achieve this is to let the people of the capital witness something extremely abnormal, something that will shock their worldview and leave everyone feeling unsettled."
"The duration and fluctuations of such events are certainly in line with expectations."
Everyone fell into thought.
"In other words, we must bring about a major event that will attract the attention of the entire capital, especially the vast majority of ordinary people..."
"That event must be impactful and shocking enough, a major upheaval unprecedented in the capital..."
"At the same time, it can achieve a general consensus, generate the same emotional response among the people, and prevent any other differing opinions..."
"Including the planning time, impromptu events without prior publicity may not achieve the desired results..."
"In that case... we can only focus on figures well-known to the public, such as heroes like warriors or saintesses, or notorious villains..."
The discussion came to an abrupt end.
The conference room suddenly became quiet.
Immediately afterwards, strange gazes turned in unison to the lazy, obese figure by the round table.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Duke Moss, still confused, complained somewhat irritably:
"Why are you all staring at me? Do you think I have the answer on my face? You bunch of idiots!"
It can only be said that he is indeed the noble with the lowest emotional intelligence in the kingdom. Moss completely forgot about his rude remarks and also included Prince Ota and Pope Brad in the conference room.
However, at this moment, instead of being angry, everyone nodded with increasing satisfaction.
The previously tense atmosphere suddenly became cheerful.
"Duke of Moss".
Duke Clyde, who had always been at odds with Duke Moss, surprisingly struck up a conversation with him this time, asking in an extremely friendly manner:
"If I remember correctly... you were nominated for the Greatest Noble of the Year this year?"
"Oh? Clyde, you found out too? Hahaha, you're not so great after all!!!"
Upon hearing this, Duke Moss immediately perked up.
The votes for the title of the greatest nobleman of the year were basically tallied on the same day, which was no secret to the dukes present. Moss glanced around at the nobles, a smug smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips:
"After all, as a role model in the capital, it's inevitable that I can beat 99% of the nobles in the capital."
"Sigh, sometimes being too outstanding is a troublesome thing! Hahahaha, don't you think?" Moss sighed, but he couldn't suppress the upward curve of his lips.
Sitting at home, he never expected that... without doing anything, he would be nominated for the Greatest Noble of the Year.
"That kid, Tang Ke, does do a few good deeds once in a while," Duke Moss snorted.
Suddenly, he realized that his second son wasn't so bad after all. No one knew how much he, usually so carefree and charming, had suffered at home at the hands of that brat. Those repeated beatings of filial piety were all meant to correct Tang Ke's unorthodox ideas, but the other boy just wouldn't change his ways, almost driving him crazy!
Fortunately, now the other party has finally learned to be filial to him, which is truly a great comfort to him...
The nobles couldn't help but twitch their lips as they looked at Duke Moss's peacock-like arrogance. They knew that before the round table meeting, Duke Moss had already paid a direct visit to almost every prominent noble present.
As soon as he entered, Duke Moss exclaimed, "What? How did you know I was nominated for the Greatest Noble of the Year?!" and then began to show off triumphantly in front of them.
It's incredibly difficult to not know!
Minister Tuss stepped forward and looked at the people around the round table:
"Your Highness, Pope Brad and Duke Tomes' methods have led the people of the capital to wonder if Duke Tomes has changed his ways."
If we announce the nominations for the Greatest Noble of the Year soon, this rumor will likely become the truth and spread widely among the masses.
"I'm afraid a large portion of the capital's citizens might believe that Duke Moss might actually have become a friendly nobleman..."
"Hahaha! That's impossible!"
At the round table, Duke Moss was still laughing wildly, his obese body creaking in his chair. His tone was smug and arrogant as he spoke:
"I simply didn't have a choice before..."
"Now, I want to be a good nobleman!!!"
"puff."
Uncontrollable muffled laughter echoed continuously, as if he could no longer hold back... Prince Ota's face turned red, and he turned his head away, not daring to comment on these words.
What? You said you heard Duke Moss say he wanted to be a good person?
Stop dreaming, go back to sleep!
"Your Highness," Duke Moss stood up proudly, patted his fleshy chest, and said with great fervor, "I know the kingdom needs me now. As a great duke, it is my duty to contribute to the kingdom! I have no choice but to do so!"
“That’s wonderful, Duke Moss.” Otta finally regained control of his expression, looked at Duke Moss, and nodded kindly.
"With your sacrifice and dedication, we will definitely be able to fully activate the Holy Church's ultimate weapon!"
"Don't worry." Moss's eyes brightened slightly, and for the first time, he felt a burning sense of mission surging within him. In that instant, a surge of heroic spirit welled up within him:
"I will definitely become an incomparably good person!!!"
This was the first time Moss had made such a heartfelt vow, and he felt as if his entire personality was about to be elevated!
however.
"Ahem." Pope Brad's cough drew everyone's attention: "No."
"I'm afraid that's not enough... The emotional turmoil it would cause might not be able to reach the entire population of the capital."
Brad slowly shook his head and said very objectively.
"As Minister Tus just said, it's estimated that only a portion of the population will believe that Duke Moss has improved, and their emotions will shift from calm to surprise, but probably not to the point of shock or delight—"
"Neither the quantity nor the quality is nearly sufficient to meet the requirements."
After he finished speaking, everyone at the round table fell into deep thought, realizing that Pope Brad's analysis was indeed correct.
But this was the best solution they could think of. They couldn't just skip the nomination and directly put Duke Moss on the list of the greatest nobles of the year... Not to mention whether the people of the kingdom would believe it, the nobles present would certainly not accept it.
how should I do it……
"Have it!"