Chapter 223: Underground Office

"Good morning, Meshia," said Foel with her usual poker face, threading numerous documents with her fingers until she stopped and stood up from her chair.

"Good morning, Lord Ouroboros." Damascus bowed as she held a book of documents on her chest. It seemed like both of them were really preoccupied by the Apollo Project under the Citadel.

MF could guess why. Unlike the simple mindset of the forest dwellers within Domeniul Ceresc, the citizens would soon beheld the grandeur of their home being levitated to the sky. Because of it, they were planning many regulations and how to either expand the wall on the northeast or trying to make a way on how to stack the agricultural zone to accommodate more ingredients.

The expansion of the people that began to learn and acquire a new form of soul strength through the consumption of the mana infused fruits were also affecting their cultivation growth despite not working on their respective knowledge of cultivation at all. As of now, the officials seemed to be accommodating more knowledge to prevent any mishaps from blind usurpation.

MF had also glimpsed a title of one of the documents that Damascus held with the word 'Natural Awakening Of The Citizens' on it. It looked to be newly written too, considering that MF had never heard any of this kind of case until now.

'I wonder if it's because of the rich mana that came from the northeast section.'

MF did hear that Foel planned to replicate the 'Sonur' devices to increase the quality and the quantity of the genetically modified plantation.

After all the thoughts and tidbits, she put on a wide smile.

"Morning, both of you."

Foel's mouse ears twitched. "I already noticed that you're coming. Although I want to ask what you were doing before the sunshine arose, I'm more curious about the reason for coming here directly instead of notifying one of the Citadel Caretakers."

'Of course you know where I'm going, I still kept the tracker on my back all along!' MF cleared her throat. "You can read my mind directly. Though, because it's also related to Damascus, I shall speak out my intention."

MF instructed both Foel and Damascus to come back to the sect and commence the formality of putting a slave mark and binding someone through a contract with the Elders in case that anything will happen within the perimeters of Domeniul Ceresc, as the sect were located rather closely to the great barrier. Not to mention, Tuli couldn't be relied upon when this special someone really did take over the sect.

"An Angel Slayer?" Damascus threw a friendly curious smirk. "Didn't know that the mortal of Neamh had this term."

"A Nascent World Usurper and an Ethereal Siphoning Physical Usurper at the same time. That is one powerful fellow."

"An Angel Slayer is someone who hunts and slay Angels, right? Of course they would be that powerful." Damascus' eyes were slightly more opened after saying those words. "I might want to meet her soon enough."

"She seems to be a rather polite person in my eyes." MF conjured herself a seat and began to scan through the availability documents for her to vacuum its information. "Does the Black Folklore ring any bells?"

"The Black Folklore." Foel threw a glance to the surroundings, having the feeling of hearing it somewhere in her life. "The very same Black Folklore who managed to uplift an entire island while fighting a four-winged Angel? Just like his name actually, I've heard that tale so contagious like black plague surrounding my Academy in Kratos Citadel.

"I heard that he was missing in action two hundred years ago and has been regarded as deceased over the past few years."

"Yup, that one." MF snapped her fingers into a gun gesture to her wife. "I fought him from midnight to morning. I'm rather lucky, because both of us are forced to fight an exhausting close combat of attrition and I somehow won without levitating the platonic plate and killing everyone. It would be the same case if he was given the space to move around like a monkey actually."

"As expected of Lord Ouroboros." Damascus chuckled.

"Wait, you refer to him as a she, did you turn him into a female after the fight?" Foel tilted her head, stopping to check upon the documents on the shelves beside her.

"It will be really problematic if the news about the Black Folklore is leaked in the future, so might as well turn him into one of us." MF hummed right after for a while before continuing her speech. "Acquiring the Black Folklore is really beneficial for the upcoming Citadel War, and possibly War of Faith."

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"I'm assuming that the Apollo Project will not be finished yet by that time." Foel continued to check her written patent. "We really need to form some kind of military prowess other than the sect members if that's the case."

"We can try developing battle puppets," Damascus added. "Fuel and energy are not a complication on our part, we can also tame more Calamities, just like Isaiah who is keeping the sky of Ouranos free from pests."

"Is that the name of the S-rank Saraph?" MF reluctantly grinned.

"Isaiah is a good girl," said Foel.

"In any case, I fully agree with the idea of expendable battle puppets as our main militaristic forces. In fact! I have already develop one of the kind that we will be utilizing soon~"

Cyanotype had been helping with the patent and the reports of the Harps along with the Anti-Terradite technology of the Impertus Citadel that they had annihilated. MF merely took it out from her divine domain and placed it on top of the desk for both Foel and Damascus to read.

"Anti-Terradite, a radioactive enhancement fuel that is using a negative Enkiphalin of the soul?" Foel glanced at her husband and the document she read back and forth. "I see, so you took down an entire Citadel by yourself, and these Harps that's written here. Hmm, interesting."

"Although they are made purely out of a huge amount of divinity, it seems like we can try to replicate a lesser version of them using pure energy of elemental essences and mana." Damascus grinned in both amazement and excitement. "The same with the Anti-Terradite, we might try to recreate a less contagious version of it using the energy from Domeniul Ceresc."

"Right now, I still have eleven of them on standby within the ruins of the Rogue Citadel. I can dispatch them anytime if needed."

"So even ten of them can cause a huge destruction akin to an Aleph-level Singularity." Foel kept flipping and scanning the content of the documents. "We might need a new branch and workers for developing this technology."

'Hmm, so it will take a while before Foel get her Occult Beast awakened.'

After that, MF then insisted on taking charge of the business within the Citadel for a day. At first, Foel and Damascus didn't want to give all of the work to the Ouroboros but after MF gave them more work to do, they agreed to the terms.

In just a snap of a finger, both Foel and Damascus changed to their former apparel. Foel being the one who wore the aristocratic clothing with her favorite monocle, and Damascus with her officer suit and admiral cap.

They both departed immediately to settle the business within Lautus Tunguska, leaving the angel with a perpetual smile behind the desk in the underground office. MF then immediately cast all kinds of divine concealment for the whole office.

"Urgh." The throbbing pain in her soul has been only enlarging for a while, it kept getting painful and painful, more so than getting a physical wound. "The symbol of the 'Minor Pseudo-Deity of Death' is really amplifying all of the burden that my halo carries. I hope that the next hurdle won't be as destructive…"

As she kept her mind on the desk job, she prevailed. By taking over the document works within the offices, MF could get a clear image of the progress that the Apollo Project and this Citadel had developed.

So far, the system has been working well with more demand in more variables. People began to perform as much as volunteering for the development of the Citadel because that was what made them get Aur Tokens for food and belongings. Their craving for good gourmet food had only amplified their spirit in working all day and night.

Because unlike any kind of wage system that a contractor could offer, the Citadel gave the Aur Token based on their performance and effort. The more effort and the greater results they throw into the society, the more money they get to use for luxury.

Everyone had their own plot of land and agricultural income to sustain their basic needs. To keep up with the nature of humanity, Ragoni had struck the market for fast consumables products that would not only make the citizens happy overall, but also benefit the Citadel over the consequences of its market expansion.

Because the government had an almost unlimited amount of wealth, the Citizens mostly worked for the Citadel itself. With more Aur Tokens they have, they could hire someone to do their bidding and because there is no way of gaining them passively in good amount, they would eventually work for the society again for that luxury alone.

The Ouroboros handled most of the office work in ludicrous speed.. In just an hour, she was currently waiting for more work to come to her desk.

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