Chapter 307: The Moment of Waking from a Dream

The absurd days seemed to have settled everything into calm, yet they ultimately left traces that could not be denied.

Such as documents and contracts.

The civil department of Radiant City followed the "file management route"; in most cases, they only archived files without reviewing them.

They only recorded major events like births, deaths, marriages, and divorces, with only a slight record of social relationships.

"Their archives seem to have exploded directly; even the hallways are filled with new documents."

Who knows what it would feel like for them to wake up and see such a massive increase in documents.

In fact, merely seeing the "adoption papers" of their kingdom's Princess would probably cause an instant explosion.

"I heard it was a princess and a knight, but it turns out to be a daughter and a godfather; great people really know how to play."

"Uh, am I doomed? Knowing these things surely means I'm finished."

Probably, before receiving the Princess's "special pardon," they spent the morning in a state of anxiety.

The carnival had ended, but the traces remained; records, contracts, and agreements were not erased. The noblewoman who had married seventeen times on that pleasant day was currently enjoying a pleasant yet brutal battle of wits.

Fortunately, the royal spies took over the file management department in time and managed to preserve almost all the "records." It seemed that "recording" was also one of this deity's duties; those records were kept quite intact, and there was even a faint scent of divine power within them.

The priests had already conducted an appraisal; this was indeed a "supernatural scroll."

The power was not strong; it was likely just enough to make the parties involved, upon seeing the "document content," recall the memories of when the contract was made.

This might be the reason why Her Highness Dai Niya was destroying the "evidence" one by one.

"The currently confirmed deity should have divine duties such as 'Carnival,' 'Recording,' and 'Entertainment' (suspected to be card games). It appears to be a deity of Order and Goodness."

This was the judgment made by intelligence personnel. If one truly had to find the sole winner amidst this chaos, it would probably be the royal spies.

Too much precious, previously invisible intelligence had, at this moment, become stable documents; simply archiving them allowed one to acquire them. If not for the written records, no one would have expected a certain Marquis to have a hobby like that of a castrato singer: performing hot female impersonation songs.

He had even signed a singing agreement with the inn, planning to perform long-term.

And he was the father of seven sons and five daughters; his eldest son already had his own grandchildren.

He... she had also left behind a promotional poster, seemingly painted by the Marquis's official court artist.

That painting was quite horrifying: a half-naked dancing woman's costume on a bearded, beer-bellied old uncle, with butterfly patterns painted on his belly; the scene was extremely eye-searing.

"This Marquis... wasn't he a famous old gentleman? It is said he was a moral paragon."

"It seems he was repressed for too long."

Some "dreams" cannot be realized for a very good reason.

When a person pursues dreams without any restrictions or hesitation... or rather, when they fulfill their desires, they can easily destroy the life they once had.

"Leverage, so much leverage."

The professional spies immediately realized the value of these things; they all mobilized, risking their lives to collect that "evidence."

Clearly, Dai Niya, the local controller behind the spies, had made a huge profit this time.

Once the intelligence was organized, she would likely have a great deal of "leverage" in her hands, which would naturally provide significant help in controlling this city. Although eating melon (gossiping) until it reached oneself was a bit subtle, it also facilitated her quickest destruction of the evidence.

As these documents were torn into pieces and then directly burned under the gaze of the two, both of them sighed with relief at the same time.

"Ahhh, our marriage registration certificate..." Behind them, Miss Shaliman suddenly cried out, while the maid was whispering in her ear.

It seemed that, given her position in the intelligence system, she should have received the news as well.

And when Li En turned around to look, "Snake Snake" had twisted into a ball, rolling on the sofa, seemingly too afraid to look at him.

It seemed that, for her, some things were still too early.

"Let's continue discussing serious matters... What happened these past three days was a miracle, yes, a miracle."

Li En pondered for a moment; this opportunity could not be missed.

For something like the True God Church, empty words are meaningless, and Li En himself was not sure that the "Shepherd" could definitely obtain divine power. However, the miracles of the True God were a bargaining chip capable of attracting more attention and believers.

Evil gods often fail to gain faith and trust precisely because they cannot produce "miracles."

Since the "disappeared three days" had already occurred, let us treat them as a miracle, as the miraculous power of the newly born Shanshen Sect interfering in Radiant City.