Chapter 294: I think you must be very, very interested

Boss handed Jierte a confidentiality agreement; Jierte examined it carefully and found no issues.

It merely required him to keep the matter of the "gods" confidential, along with various agreements and so on.

"God‑Slaying Plan? Can't you reveal a bit more detail?"

"Knowing too much is dangerous; you just need to know that these so‑called gods are merely people in disguise."

"If you agree, then sign it."

Jierte looked it over again carefully and ultimately decided to sign.

But just as he put pen to paper, Jierte suddenly sensed something was off.

He... could he have been schemed against?

"What? Having second thoughts?"

Boss looked at Jierte with a half‑smile; everything was proceeding according to his plan.

Jierte's trait of limitless growth had long been laid bare by his investigation.

Such a person could absolutely become the sharpest blade he uses to slay those people.

However, this is not exploitation but mutual aid.

"Regret? A Knight would never regret."

Jierte signed the agreement with a nonchalant expression; he himself wanted to challenge various strong opponents to practice his precepts, to retrace the path his aunt had walked, and searching for them one by one on his own would exhaust him to death.

He also valued Boss's formidable scheming and intelligence network; although he too is a man burdened with sin, his achievements are no less dim than his aunt's.

Jierte has always been a person whose merits and faults are clearly distinguished.

"Then there's no problem; let me introduce you—currently the God‑Slaying Plan has seventeen members, and you are the eighteenth."

"Nowadays most of the personnel are scattered across the continent, with only a few remaining here; that old guy who beat you is one of them."

Jierte's face darkened; how does that guy keep picking on his embarrassing moments?

Being beaten by that red‑haired woman is his shame!

"We have agents and influence in every nation on this continent; that is the source of our strong intelligence."

"By the way, those seventeen people all possess Level‑V combat strength."

Jierte:!!!!

"Each one is as strong as his father?"

"Really? An Imperial God Blade can subdue a whole country—if so, why don't these guys just sweep across the entire land?"

"Don't be surprised; not every one of them is as strong as your father."

Boss's words are infuriating; Jierte already wants to clash fists with him in close combat.

"The Imperial God Blade, the Kingdom's Sword—namely your father—actually already possesses strength approaching Level VII."

"In this world, it's not necessary for too many to know of Level V and above; they only need to know they are ants, and that's enough."

Jierte fell into contemplation; indeed, he had always heard that Level V was the peak, unaware there were so many further stages.

"And what about my aunt—what level is she?"

"At her peak, she was Level VII."

Boss thought for a moment, then continued.

"But the day he saved you, he was still below Level V."

"......"

"Don't talk about all that other stuff—you know why I came."

"Fine, perfect—I've got a good job for you here."

Boss smiled mysteriously and produced another document, handing it to Jierte.

"What?"

"This time you need to kill the Saintess of the Imperial Church, Feili."

"I think you must be extremely, extremely interested."

"!!!!"