Chapter 435: Anthony Is Better at This

Alright, Anthony's muttering received no response—the distance was too great, his soul's call couldn't reach Ang.

"Uh, how often does my lord return? Is there any way to notify him to come back?" Anthony went to ask.

"There is—one time, the little angel poked his ribs, and he came right back. Why don't you try that?" Lisa said.

Anthony shook his head like a rattle drum—such a thing was fine for the little angel, but he dared not try it. He'd just wait.

Bored, Anthony asked Lisa again: "What are you doing?"

"Organizing the environment, seeing if we can grow something here, then building a few storage warehouses to hold supplies. The teleportation array is done, making transport much easier—but the air here dissipates too fast, it's too thin. I'm wondering if there's any way to contain it." Lisa explained her work.

Anthony covered his face.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem? Is the arrangement wrong?" If someone else made that face, Lisa would've punched them first to remind them who the Great Housekeeper was—but Anthony's expression made her feel guilty.

"No no no, it's great! My lord will love it! Lisa is so thoughtful for my lord, letting him happily farm whenever he wants. But it'd be even better if we could add a little more." Anthony said.

"Add what?" Lisa asked.

Anthony paused, then said: "I don't know what's happening on my lord's side yet, but based on current feedback, there are only two possibilities: either my lord has secured his footing there and needs our help, or he's under threat and forced to retreat, needing our support."

"If we need to assist him, we must be ready to deploy at any moment—for example, if my lord returns now, and we can be ready within minutes to be transported over, we might gain a decisive advantage. If my lord is forced to retreat, does the enemy have long-range projection capability? How do we extract him?"

Lisa stared, dumbfounded—she'd never considered this. Even the Undead King had to abandon his body and project his consciousness. Who else could project here?

"Of course it's possible. You don't think those sorcerers who conjure Faith Storms are ordinary, do you? Their Annihilation Sorcerers trapped Your Majesty and a host of higher undead. What if one of them projects into Your Majesty's Black Crystal Body? How do we respond?" Anthony asked.

Lisa and the Witch Sages who had gathered all paled involuntarily—they'd never thought of this—but Anthony's concern was undeniably valid.

Those sorcerers who could summon Faith Storms were certainly no ordinary lot; their Annihilation Sorcerers had even trapped the Undead King. Who could guarantee they lacked the ability to project here?

And the most direct channel was through the connection to the Black Crystal Body—what if a powerful consciousness truly projected into it? Do we fight? Can we win? If we can't, how do we contain it?

No one had ever considered any of these questions.

"Then what do we do?" Lisa asked helplessly. She was a competent housekeeper, but not a competent commander—she didn't know what to do.

"We turn this place into a fortress, ready to advance or defend. No matter what emergency arises, we can respond calmly—and if necessary, we can exile the Black Crystal Body into the deep void. Even if a powerful consciousness projects here, it will only get lost in the void." Anthony said.

No sooner had he finished than the Witch shouted in protest: "No! You cannot treat Your Majesty's body like that!"

"Witch, don't rush. The probability of this happening is extremely low. But if it does, would you rather Your Majesty's body be seized and used by enemies?" Anthony asked.

The Witch fell silent—could she really let enemies misuse Your Majesty's body? Wouldn't that make Your Majesty even angrier?

Anthony continued: "We can install tracking devices on Your Majesty's body. The intruding consciousness won't last long—we retrieve the body once it leaves. I don't know how to do this yet. We might need to collaborate with the Star College and study it."

Anthony proposed more plans. Lisa's head spun—this wasn't just "adding a little"—this was overturning everything she'd arranged.

As they talked, Ang's body suddenly stirred.

He turned his head and saw Anthony surrounded by everyone. His eyes lit up—he dashed over, transforming into Luo Ke mid-run, grabbed Anthony, and shoved him forward with force.

Then he dashed back, pressing his palm against the Black Crystal Body.

He came fast and left fast—only Anthony was gone from the scene.

…

The commotion beneath the wall had long alerted the guards atop—it was early morning, and people were already pointing and whispering—but the wall was too high, thirty to forty meters tall.

There was no help for it—in this magical world, city walls were always this tall, and thick, with countless anti-magic wards. No one normally thought of attacking a walled city.

Fortresses were even more absurd—like Shengbicheng in the Fallen Lands, which truly used mountain ranges as walls.

At this height, those on the wall couldn't be heard, but Yinbi had already guessed the townspeople's thoughts: "Who are these fools? Who dares recruit now? Can they even feed them? Just haul them all away before they die at the gate."

Until noon, no one came to stop Yinbi or contact him—only at mid-afternoon did a swordsman leap down from the wall, barking sharply: "Who are you? Where are you taking these refugees?"

"A woman?" Nageleis turned his head: "Strong—she's a Great Swordsman. Who is she?"

No one answered—it was Yinbi who stepped forward, bowing politely: "Greetings, beautiful swordswoman. I am a priest of the Undead Temple, recruiting people to work for me. May I know your name?"

A merchant Yinbi had hired locally hurried over and whispered a few words.

Yinbi beamed: "So you're Lady Rebiniya, the noblewoman who's been trying to aid the refugees? A pleasure to meet you. May you remain ever beautiful."

Earlier reports had mentioned the city gates were closed, yet someone had tried to help the refugees—only to be blocked by the city's rulers. That person was none other than the formidable Great Swordsman, Lady Rebiniya.

But Rebiniya wasn't fooled by Yinbi's flattery. She snapped: "You don't look like a priest—you look like a merchant. Are you slave traders? Are you trying to trick these refugees into selling them to mines as slaves? Speak!"

The refugees around them exchanged uneasy glances. They'd been too hungry that morning, too desperate for the rapeseed cakes, and had overlooked this possibility—what if these people were slave traders?

If they were sold into mines, they'd work themselves to death—better to starve outright. And that direction? That led straight to Tiesha City.

Yinbi couldn't help but smile bitterly. Rebiniya had sharp eyes—she saw right through him. Yinbi didn't look like a priest, but he wasn't a slave trader either.

Now it was a problem. If he didn't dispel their fears, these refugees would refuse to go to Tiesha City—terrified of being sold as slaves.

What to do? Yinbi looked helplessly at Nageleis. Nageleis quickly whispered to Ang: "Go check if Anthony is free—send him over. He handles this kind of situation better. If he's busy, ask him what to do."

Ang nodded. His consciousness was about to retreat when Nageleis added quickly: "Go inside the tent—don't just drop someone out in the open. It's too frightening."

PS: Tomorrow is Qingming—I need to return home to sweep graves. I'll sleep early. Posting one chapter now—don't know if I'll be too tired to write more.