Everyone, including Kobe, thought that the Sacred Temple would send out their Templar Knights and do a massive suppression.
To their surprise, the Sacred Temple members remained quiet on this matter.
But that was only in the open, though.
The next day, Kobe hung himself in the ceiling and committed suicide.
If it were some other time, the citizens would have thought of it as a plot of the Sacred Temple.
Unfortunately, the time had changed.
Deaths, crimes, riots, and accidents became common everywhere.
Chaos descended all over the city.
The one who caused all the chaos sat on a wooden chair in the reception room and was in the middle of drinking tea.
He took a sealed letter from the nearby wooden table, tore the cover, and flipped it open.
It was a report sent by Alder about a recruit.
'Nora, huh. That unlucky girl managed to survive this long? Hmm, she is a rare gem indeed.' He nodded inwardly, burned the letter, and took another sip of tea.
Once he drank the tea, he placed the teacup on the table and stood up from his seat.
After that, he adjusted his dress, released a bit of his wisdom power, and checked the surroundings.
A second later, his expression turned grim.
'The Sacred Temple members are increasing… Are they going to act today?' A frown appeared on his face.
By his calculation, the Paragons should've sent out invitation letters for him long ago!
But not a single invitation letter arrived.
'Even Hanna's original family didn't send out any letter.'
It was as if all of them were waiting for something!
'What are they waiting for? Adur's response? Would that man dare to attack a Champion in the open?' He couldn't help but show a hesitant look on his face.
Unfortunately, he was not an omniscient being to know about everything.
The other thing he worried most was about ordinary people's faith.
Although many Red Humans were doing protests and rallies, only 50% of the commoners prayed the Guardian Deity.
The remaining 50% were still doing the daily rituals to Adur and worshipping him as the apostle of Red Human.
'The Paragons became weak and cowards.' He shook his head in disappointment.
'It's been 35 days since I constructed my spell model, and there are only ten more days left for me. I can't delay any longer. Thankfully, I had long released all the Crimson Butterflies, and all of them are ready to activate.' He nodded inwardly and made up his mind.
'If they didn't dare to come, I'll go and meet them. Let's see how Adur and Paragons would respond.' A cold glint appeared in his eyes.
He may not be a devil, but his thinking was always similar to that of a devil.
Without wasting any time, he walked out of his house and started walking on the street.
At that moment, more than a hundred people started to monitor him from different directions.
Charles didn't mind their behavior and continued to walk towards the Second District.
To his surprise, he noticed that all the streets appeared eerily quiet.
Although some citizens appeared here and there, not a single protest or mass rally appeared!
'Hmm? Something is not right. Did the Sacred Temple members kill all the protesters? No, they would never do that.' He suddenly stopped his footsteps, looked up at the sky, and frowned.
At that moment, he noticed a strange invisible layer enveloped the sky!
'Adur's work? Did he send the protester to his 'Divine Domain'?' He felt that was the possible answer.
After thinking for a moment, he shook his head and continued to walk towards the Second District.
After a few minutes of walking, he reached the entrance gate and walked in.
After that, he continued to walk for another 30 minutes and finally reached the Royal District's entrance.
But unlike before, the one who stood in front of him was not Reed but a middle-aged man.
He had a square face, amber eyes, a sharp nose, and thin eyebrows.
Currently, he leaned his back against the metallic gate and held a wooden staff in his hand.
Upon seeing him, Charles couldn't help but take a deep breath.
"Nice to meet you, Adur," He said in a deep tone and took a step back.