Chapter 485: Belief

"And then? Daddy?"

At the Defuli family's breakfast table, Defuli's daughter stared with wide, watery eyes at her father.

"The rest of it... I've forgotten."

Defuli rubbed his slightly receding hairline and answered with a hint of hesitation: "It seems like a story I dreamt of last night, no, or perhaps it's a fairy tale I heard when I was a child..."

For some reason, after recalling this fairy tale, he felt a yearning to pour it out.

"Dear, I've heard this story too."

His wife wore a slightly puzzled expression as she used a spatula to place the fried eggs from the pan onto a plate: "In the end... it seems that the Count used his own wit to defeat the Gourmet and the Blood-Clad Man, found the witch leader, reclaimed his treasure, and from then on lived a happy and prosperous life."

Ring-a-ling!

At this moment, the telephone on the table rang automatically.

Of course, the story itself is not important; what is important is believing!

As long as more and more people believe the ending that "the Count will eventually meet those three thieves" is true, more and more "anchors" will influence the Spirit World and the Spiritual Ocean, which in turn will react upon the Subconscious Sea, driving the development of the Mortal World's Fate!

Then, in the real world, the probability of Aaron meeting those three will also be magnified!

"Director..." Percy raised his hand to speak: "I believe we should request help from the three Imperial God churches... If it is finally confirmed to be an 'Unknown-grade' pollution, perhaps we will need a God Descent to resolve this matter."

Not long after, the colleagues had all arrived. Defuli saw the editor-in-chief, Elmer, walk in with a serious tone: "I have a task for you all... Our magazine has a most popular fairy tale selection event this year, and I suddenly feel that the story of the Count and the three thieves is very popular... You must hurry and collect the complete version of the story; I want to publish it in the latest issue of the fairy tale anthology!"

Percy was still not quite used to using this kingdom's latest technological product, but he still grabbed the receiver: "Hello? Emergency meeting? Alright... I understand."

"The Royal Family is already prepared to use the 'Mitra Palace Bell' at any time..."

Jonathan looked devastated: "I seem to have heard this story too... Don't ask me for the process, I can't remember it clearly either, anyway the ending is that the Count met those three thieves again! I'm only sure of this point!"

"Yes, this involves dreams, Cognitive Tampering... We currently cannot determine if it is an out-of-control Extraordinary or a Strange Object, nor do we know what the other party's purpose is..."

Aaron could not wait that long at all, not to mention that even if the official forces were slow, they would still discover the anomaly! Choosing to blockade!

If he crossed the line again, I fear neither the Royal Family nor the Imperial God churches would be able to sit still, and there wouldn't be enough time either.

After arriving at 'Tucson Publishing House', he sat behind his desk and looked at his colleagues arriving one after another. Finally, he couldn't help but ask the person next to him: "Jonathan... have you heard the story about the Count and the three thieves?"

A high-level official asked the doubt in his heart.

Aaron had a hint of anticipation on his face, quietly waiting for the "yearning" to go out to arrive.

Inside the large conference room at the Investigation Bureau headquarters.

Defuli and Jonathan exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock and surprise on the other's face...

Facing such a high-level hazard, I fear one can only go to the scene to act as peripheral security personnel...

After all, the Count in this story gave him some subtle associations.

Half an hour later.

Rio replied with an unreadable expression.

The large conference room suddenly churned like boiling water: "How dare they?"

"The Third Division is currently communicating about this matter."

The Sixth Division.

Not long after, the head of the Third Division, who was responsible for religious affairs, pushed open the conference room door: "Everyone... the replies from the Imperial God churches are very consistent; they do not suggest that we intervene in this matter."

"Oh, that is truly a pity."

"My God, you are already the fifth person to ask me that."

"If everyone in the world believed it, then my prey would appear directly in front of me, unfortunately..."

Many high-level officials of the Investigation Bureau gathered together to discuss the "Fairy Tale Pollution Incident" that happened today!

The Director of the Investigation Bureau, Rio Sodoma from the Royal Family, spoke with a heavy voice, introducing the situation: "... Although no harm has been discovered for the time being, the scope of influence has been confirmed to be more than half of Plymouth... The level is at least 'Angel-level', and it is even highly likely to be 'Unknown-grade'... Once the potential danger erupts, the consequences will be unimaginable."

Many senior agents were filled with righteous indignation, but Rio could barely maintain his composure: "The reason?"

Inside the luxury suite.

The Investigation Bureau's underground headquarters.

Rio's voice was solemn.

He was an editor at a publishing house, and his daily work was responsible for reviewing manuscripts.

"Then, how should we act?"

"We had an agreement."

The wife wore an apologetic expression and kissed her daughter: "Mom will go back and think about it carefully; perhaps the other ladies know this complete story. As a reward, you must study hard and eat your meals properly today, okay."

One of his subordinates answered while holding a folder.

Mr. Defuli smiled as he watched this scene. After finishing breakfast, he put on his coat, picked up his briefcase, and went out to work.

And any propaganda, even if one controls print media as a mouthpiece, has a time limit and a delay.

Therefore, he directly influenced the Subconscious Sea, letting the story of "the Count and the three thieves" begin to spread virally in people's dreams.

"So... I still need an insurance policy!"

Aaron curled his lips; being able to influence half of Plymouth was already somewhat shocking.

"Thought Alchemy" has the terrifying effect of "what is said must be performed," but it also has a prerequisite for spreading.

Defuli shrugged his shoulders, expressing regret.

"How did he defeat the witch leader who knew Witchcraft?" The daughter was even more curious: "Mom... in school, those who stop telling a story halfway through are all cheaters!"

He raised his hand, snapped his fingers with a *pop*, and cast a "Lucky Accident" on himself!

"With this double blessing, perhaps I can run into the target just by going out to buy a cup of coffee?"

After the previous blow of total annihilation, the current Investigation General Bureau is severely lacking in high-end combat power, with not even a few non-humans left.

"Sorry... I forgot too."

"This is betrayal!"

Aaron is currently in Meditation.

After hanging up the phone, Percy took the opportunity of going to the restroom to chant the honorific name inside, reporting the Investigation Bureau's intelligence to the Count.

After a long while, he opened his eyes: "Hmm... the dissemination effect this time is quite good."

Deputy Director Percy was looking at the collected intelligence, feeling overwhelmed: "A suspected large-scale contamination incident has appeared in Plymouth?"

"This fairy tale might be related to that Legendary Count!"

"Mm." The daughter nodded her little head quickly: "We made a promise..."

The director of the Third Religious Division replied in a slightly trembling voice.

Percy immediately felt the conference room fall into a terrifying silence...

(End of this chapter)