The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing-Chapter 273 - 202 Saints are like this, but Bishop Ansu has a lot to consider (2 in 1)_2

But they dare to guarantee that even the vilest scum within the Sanctuary of Chaos hasn’t been as mind-bogglingly insane as Merlin.

To divide the reading and answer sections into upper and lower pages, can this really be the work of a human?

Upon seeing the expressions of the saints, An Su knew he had it in the bag, and his smile became even more genial and pure.

According to the deal he made with his old man, in this promotion exam, he had to rank among the bottom five.

But by eliminating all but five participants during the preliminary test, An Su, even if he ended up ranking first, could still be called ’one of the bottom five.’

There were, however, about a dozen believers who might pass, which surprised An Su slightly.

But it was also normal,

With so many saints across the country, it made sense that there were so many geniuses.

These surplus geniuses could be handled by the Esoteric Religion...

An Su’s mouth was tinged with a warm smile.

He felt he was born to be the Holder of Heaven, having made significant contributions to the future prosperity of both the Church and the entire imperial capital in just half a day. If the saints from all over the country failed the exam, they would have to spend more money to retake it in Farol.

The Church could collect an additional registration fee, and the influx of numerous saints back to the capital would boost the local transportation, accommodation, dining, and merchants’ income, promote the development of Farol’s tourism industry, and simultaneously enhance the economic level of both the Church and the capital’s residents, a truly win-win achievement.

If An Su could lead for a while longer, he was sure to develop a pioneering new industry, promising a bright future for the prosperous Church and everyone involved.

The few saints were unaware of Bishop Ansu’s grand visions; they were worried about their own futures. If the saints truly all failed, they would be the first to bear the brunt of the blame.

Seeing the saints’ anxiety, An Su smiled.

"You need not worry. If any blame comes down," An Su declared magnanimously, full of a sense of responsibility, "let me, Merlin Andre, bear it alone!"

He displayed the profound depth and spirit of a God of Law.

Upon hearing An Su’s words, the saints heaved a huge sigh of relief. The old leader still had some bottom line, and he did not push them out to take the fall.

They even tried to persuade An Su one last time, attempting to fulfill their last bit of responsibility.

"This matter is already decided by my will," An Su snorted disdainfully, his demigod’s majestic aura rising, his azure eyes sacred and noble, intimidating to such an extent that all the saints found themselves unable to speak. "You need not say more!"

"If you dare bother me with this matter in the coming days," An Su threatened them with frightening presence, "I will say that it was you who set the questions."

Upon hearing this, the seven saints dared not make a sound anymore.

You are the boss, what you say goes.

An Su sighed lightly seeing them like this.

That’s how saints are; saints just need to devote themselves to setting the questions and ensuring that the believers pass with the required benchmarks, but Leader An Su had to consider much more.

How many should be eliminated, which trump questions to copy, whether to sell exam answers, and how to boost the local economy and tourism, all these matters required Leader An Su to ponder and carefully consider.

The profound thought and heartfelt efforts behind this are indescribable to outsiders.

Since the leader had spoken, the saints no longer dared to retort. An Su took an hour to revise the exam papers, and then the saints from each family took their respective papers, instructed the printing department to print them in bulk, and did not dare disturb Merlin with this matter in the following days.

Fearing to displease him and take the blame themselves.

After all the saints had left, the sun had climbed higher, and the warm sunlight had spread over all the steps of Heaven; it was now noon, and An Su’s term had only twelve hours left.

After twelve hours of acclimatization, An Su had gotten used to the demigod’s body.

Under the burden of that immense magic power, his soul had become more refined, absorbing all the excess nutrients from the multiple baptisms he had undergone in the past.

Even if he were to leave the demigod’s body, An Su’s strength had been significantly enhanced.

If An Su’s soul strength was previously around the Early Stage Saint, it had now reached the Middle Stage Saint level.

This chapter is updated by freēwēbnovel.com.

The stronger the soul, the more powerful the effects of An Su’s Radiant Saint transformation.

Because radiance judgment is determined by soul strength, An Su could now contaminate enemies of intermediate stage saint level or below.

A strong soul is not only useful in actual combat but also in magic development, creating Alchemic Magic Circles, and forming Magic Circuits.

Merlin’s appointment was at three in the afternoon.

With time to spare, An Su once again exercised this body. The sun gradually shifted with the passage of time, spreading a warm glow, elongating shadows. In the final hour, Heaven ushered in today’s last visitor.

[The Empire’s third princess, ’Star of Farol,’ Cersei Milton, has an appointment to meet with you. She wishes to discuss matters concerning the successor.]

The voice of Heaven’s system reminder echoed in An Su’s ears, leaving him utterly bewildered.

He blinked, somewhat surprised.

The empire’s little princess?

The phrase An Su paid attention to was ’as per the appointment,’ which meant Merlin had arranged this with Cersei in advance?

In an instant, An Su realized he had been duped by Merlin; sure enough, that man was up to no good. Knowing about this meeting in advance, yet not informing him.

Clearly, he just wanted to sit back and enjoy the show.

In the background provided by the original story, ’Star of Farol’ Cersei Milton ultimately inherited the imperial throne and was acclaimed as the most cruel empress in a millennium, the only disciple of Magic God Merlin.

Her decisive nature and proud demeanor were accompanied by an almost pathological obsession with so-called [justice]. Any means were acceptable to her in achieving her ends, creating fear even among the cultists due to her cruelty.

Dealing with this eccentric woman, An Su felt a headache coming on.

He exhaled a light sigh, turning away, maintaining the mighty posture of someone who turns their back on the mundane world, hands clasped behind him.

Gradually, the light footsteps grew closer, as crisp as a stream in the mountains. An Su didn’t turn to look, but the corner of his eye caught sight of pure white crystal boots, the delicate arch, and slender calves, skin so purely white it was nearly translucent.

Enjoy exclusive adventures from novelbuddy

He felt the gaze of emotionless eyes upon him.

Stop ogling me with those eyes, woman.

An Su grumbled to himself.

The princess didn’t speak, and An Su, too, maintained his lofty demeanor, falling into prolonged silence.

This person also likes to keep silent and act all high and mighty, huh... An Su felt helpless.

Gradually, the sunlight began to fade. After an indeterminate time, An Su finally broke the silence, "Did you bring a gift for your teacher?"

According to the tradition of respecting one’s teacher, the princess should bring a gift to show politeness.

Anyway, the one losing face would be Merlin, so An Su boldly anticipated the gift.

"..." Cersei fell silent, clearly not expecting Magic God Merlin to be so shameless. After pondering for a moment, she said softly, "An Su Moningsta... Is that the name... How is he?"

Her voice was cold and clear, like snowmelt in early spring.

So she came to find fault with me... An Su immediately found it amusing. Who dares to accuse me here?

"That An Su, a gifted genius, noble in character, upstanding, sincere and friendly towards others, is the most devout Radiant Saint." An Su was a teacher who knew how to encourage and educate, heartily praising himself.

"...I see."

Cersei said softly, her tone rising ever so slightly.

"Since he has earned your approval, I am now certain he’s not a good person." Cersei tilted her head, "So I’m quite curious."

With one sentence, she managed to attack two people, and An Su acknowledged the princess’s level of sarcasm.

"An Su Moningsta..." Cersei repeated his name, her voice tinged with strangeness.

An Su subconsciously turned his head to look at Cersei, locking eyes with the princess for the first time.

The shimmering sunlight swayed the shadows of the door, Cersei’s pure white eyes reflecting the brilliant sun, her snowy cheeks bathed in the warm light, appearing faintly morbid.

"I haven’t approved anything about an An Su." An Su denied.

If Merlin’s approval was of any bad people, then the same could not be approved.

"If Your Excellency the Archmage does not approve of An Su," the princess spoke calmly, "then why entrust Heaven to An Su for safeguarding?"

She gracefully lifted her skirt hem, exuding noble etiquette.

"I’m correct, am I not, Mr. An Su Moningsta standing before me?