Cthulhu Gonfalon

That the four level of Oracles—aircraft carrier, destroyer, light cruiser, and heavy cruiser—had been highly praised made Sui Xiong happy and inspired. He wanted to have further success based on these by finishing the design of the last and the most important level of mass produced Oracles—battleship. Then he could complete the initial development of this exclusive project. However, just as he was ready to start, something unexpected happened that attracted his attention.

In Keane Hill, Crick had carefully prepared and plotted a big show. Now, it was time to open the curtain.

Perhaps it was nothing special to other Gods, just a battle for the inheritance of a baronet, but it was of great significance to Sui Xiong.

Crick’s life was coming to an end, and this big move was almost the last time in his life he would be able to use his wisdom to fight with others. If he succeeded this time, at least he could die peacefully. But if he failed, he would die with sadness like Zhuge Liang, one of the greatest strategists of Post-Han China, as well as a statesman, engineer and scholar, who had great wisdom and resourcefulness, but couldn’t make further achievements due to his weak body and in the end, died regretfully.

Either for the responsibility of being the same person as Crick or as the God of the Church of Void Mask, Sui Xiong felt obliged to go to Keane Hill to protect this small territory and try to help Crick fulfill his last wish in life without being discovered by others, so he stopped his research on Oracles of the battleship level to go to Keane Hill.

This time, however, he wasn’t a floating green jellyfish, but an average-sized young man with a pleasant smile, who looked somewhat weak.

That was what Sui Xiong really looked like.

But he wouldn’t let Crick see his real looks. As for the others, even if they saw Sui Xiong’s face, they would remember nothing but a vague impression.

It wasn’t an advanced spell, but it lasted for a long time. As long as Sui Xiong wasn’t exceeded in terms of will power, no one would remember his real appearance through any spell.

Regarding classifying the identification of will power, could mortals break through the magic performed by a God with their own will power? It wasn’t completely impossible, but obviously, it couldn’t be done by average people. Even among the Legendary Masters, there were few who could do it.

At this moment, the Keane Hill was very busy. Countless people from different places were gathered there, but if one looked closely, they would find that there was not even one Legendary Master present.

A baronet, even the most valuable one in the world, was ultimately too narrow a stage for Legendary Masters.

Sui Xiong strolled along the streets of Keane City, browsing the scenery as he liked.

Crick’s idea of city planning was the same as that of Sui Xiong—after all, they were the same person. They had the same aesthetic view and artistic talent, so they had made almost the same final design.

If experts in city design had compared the design drawings of Keane City and the Void Mask Land, they would have found that they were similar to each other, especially certain details.

One was the hotel Sui Xiong was facing now. Opposite this hotel was a piece of green grassland with a delicate pavilion in the middle. Sui Xiong loved to make such designs. He had made several design drafts this way when he had been in college.

In the Void Mask Land, opposite the most luxurious hotel there was also a piece of grassland, but the layout of the grassland was much more complicated than that of the one in Keane City. There was not only a pavilion, but also a pool. The pavilion was built in the middle of the pool, from where one could reach the grassland only through a winding water corridor. The pool was full of lotuses, and in the spring and summer, green leaves and colorful flowers made for pleasant scenery, making it a very famous scene in the Void Mask Land.

The view of Keane City wasn’t as beautiful as the one in the Void Mask Land, but after all, the fundamental design idea was the same. Sui Xiong had a large fortune, so he could make it bigger and more beautiful; Crick preferred to have lower costs, so he had made a small but delicate design. That was the only difference.

Sui Xiong stood by the door of the hotel, stared at the pavilion, and couldn’t help laughing.

Just then, Sui Xiong heard a strangled noise. Two obviously unkind young people, surrounded by a dozen strong men, were walking towards the pavilion. They rudely drove the children playing on the grass to the ground, occupied the whole pavilion, and set aside their drinks and food, eating and laughing delightedly.

Sui Xiong frowned and looked at the children. Upon seeing that they weren’t injured, Sui Xiong turned away and found a corner at the roadside. There, he transformed into a slightly depressed traveler and sat down on the ground to rest.

Of course, the two young men didn’t realize that they had unintentionally offended a God. They just kept talking and laughing.

According to them, they had come from two big merchant families of the Dhaka Commercial Association. They were too young to inherit the family business, so they wanted to take advantage of their families’ fame and influence to earn reliable property before their brothers inherited everything.

That was nothing surprising, for at least a third of the young people who came to Keane Hill now had this plan. Among them were the sons of big merchants, the second and youngest sons of middle-class aristocratic families, and the illegitimate children of great aristocratic families. For them, it was absolutely impossible to inherit the family business. Thus, instead of staying at home and being watched by their elder brothers, they preferred to take advantage of their family’s fame to earn something. Since their fathers were still alive, these sons could cheat others in the name of having a right to an inheritance, which had little practical significance, so as to obtain reliable property as soon as possible.

There was no doubt about the eagerness of such people to marry Anna Keane, but what they valued most was obviously Keane Hill. As for Anna Keane, they probably didn’t care about her at all.

However, they actually weren’t that bad.

Sui Xiong observed them for a while and found that these two young men weren’t terribly bad. If he’d had the time and energy, maybe he could have tried to save them, although there was little hope. A moment later, he stopped looking at them, shook his head, stood up, and turned away.

After a short walk, he suddenly stopped and looked at a pub on the roadside.

As a God, he could see very far, and even walls and floors couldn’t block his sight. Thus, he clearly saw upstairs, where a young man who had a smile similar to the male characters in pornographic movies was flirting with a waitress.

The waitress’s clothes had been torn apart in several places, so she was very embarrassed. Several waiters beside her had been knocked down. The boss was hiding under the counter, trembling and not daring to come out.

Sui Xiong frowned and decided to help the waitress, but then changed his mind. He secretly broke the sound-proofing magic array that had been made by the young man, passing the waitress’s cry for help to the patrol captain Ryder, who was patrolling the street with his long bow. Ryder had such fierce eyes that many people on the roadside fled from him.

For Sui Xiong, it wasn’t proper to punish such a young man as a God. This young man was, at most, close to a high-ranking bard. As a high-ranking ranger, Ryder had several pieces of good equipment. If he made a sudden attack, this young man wouldn’t be able to resist it.

All Sui Xiong did was manipulate a glass to fall off a table when this young man tried to escape with a special magic tool. The glass rolled over to the young man’s feet and tripped him. That was all.

As for whether this young man had noticed that—a dead man couldn’t say anything, especially with three arrows in his body.

After doing this, Sui Xiong went on walking through the city.

At night, when he was resting in the sky, he couldn’t help sighing deeply.

“No wonder Crick is going to make a big move. What a mess it is here!”