Chapter 870

Anthony emerged from the Merchant Society in Balai City, already holding a thick stack of documents in his hand, containing information on elite individuals from various countries.

Although there were Mercenary Guilds and Thieves' Guilds in the city where intelligence could be bought, most people didn't know that the most complete intelligence system was actually the Merchant Society.

The intelligence of the Mercenary Guilds and Thieves' Guilds was incomplete; at most, one would just lose their life, but if a merchant's intelligence was incomplete, that would mean losing money.

Intelligence was the core competitiveness of merchants. Doing business required buying low and selling high. Of course, connections were also indispensable, so merchant societies had the habit of collecting information on elite figures from various countries, though they rarely brought it out to sell.

However, "rarely" didn't mean "never." As long as a knife was held to his neck and he was continuously knocked with a bone club—getting a fright with every knock—he would be willing to sell.

"Is that selling? Is that selling? You are clearly robbing!" Adams had never seen such a shameless excuse and couldn't help but complain.

"I gave money. I put a gold coin on his table," Anthony said casually while flipping through the documents in his hand.

He had encountered Sawa and Vaniya in the slums of the Starburst Array, living miserably, though they had lived miserably in their original world as well.

If it weren't for meeting Ang, this bankrupt alchemist's greatest possibility would have been starving to death or relying on Vaniya for support.

But apart from these unlucky ones, the others were all outstanding figures who could potentially do well in any environment. For example, Lisa, who was an internal affairs talent capable of handling things on her own; managing a country would be more than enough for her, so it was unlikely she would be buried.

Following the list and searching along the way, he soon found a name: Vice President of the Beauty God Society—Lisa Roland.

She hadn't even changed her name, only her surname. After all, one couldn't choose their reborn family, but why was she the Vice President?

Because the President was her granddaughter; she was ninety-five years old this year and had retired.

Lisa's memory recovery went quite smoothly; Anthony just had to sneak in and poke her on the forehead.

"Lord Anthony? Why are you here?" Lisa asked in surprise, then looked at her own withered hands and immediately cast the Cleansing Art, wiping it across her face.

"I'm here to ask for your help. The faith has collapsed," Anthony explained the current situation.

Lisa let go of her palms, her face already restored to a youthful appearance: "I am willing to serve you, my lord. I have built a Beauty God Society over these years; it's quite wealthy and should be able to help."

Anthony couldn't help but complain: "It's more than just being able to help. Your Beauty God Society is almost wealthier than the Mages' Guild. It's fortunate you kept a low profile, otherwise you would have been robbed long ago. Your defensive strength is also too weak; I came in easily."

Lisa explained awkwardly: "It's mainly because I'm retired, so the defensive forces were all transferred to my granddaughter."

"Even if the guards were all transferred to your granddaughter, the home's defenses shouldn't be this weak. I've been in for so long and haven't seen anyone come in to check," Anthony complained.

"This... that... I'll call Feilin in," Lisa didn't know what to say and hurriedly changed the subject.

"Feilin? Feilin is here too?" Anthony was surprised.

This was truly a coincidence. After all, it was a rebirth, and no one could decide where they were born, unless they were like him, forcibly intervened by Ang, retaining all their memories from before death.

Lisa pulled one of the two ropes by the bed, and not long after, an old man pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing Lisa and Anthony, his expression changed abruptly, and his hunched back straightened. Magic power surged on his body, and he said sternly: "Who are you? Where is my wife? Do not harm her, otherwise, you will be enemies with our Beauty God Society. Even if I have to chase you to the ends of the world, I will drag you and the people behind the scenes out."

Uh, so fierce. Is this the "good old man" Feilin? Why is he so fierce?

"Feilin, it's me, Lisa." No matter how Lisa tried to explain, she couldn't make Feilin believe that the plump young woman in front of him was his wife. After all, in a magic world, there were many ways to disguise oneself as another person.

Finally, Anthony took action and pointed a finger at his forehead.

With the channels of the Beauty God Society, Anthony found people much more smoothly. On the tenth day, he found Diluni; on the fifteenth day, he found Bruske; on the twenty-first day, he found Astoria. Basically, he could find one every five or six days.

This efficiency was already quite high. As the manpower became more sufficient, the efficiency later on would become higher and higher.

So, what he was concerned about now became Negris's group: "I don't know what the situation is like on Negris's side, how many they can find. If we can't find enough manpower in three months, the effect of the miracle will be greatly discounted."

Using the miracle of the Starburst Array's destruction to reshape the faith of the Church of Light was a predetermined plan. But to exert the effect of the miracle, sufficient preparation was needed. Otherwise, the Starburst Array would be destroyed, but everyone would just say: "Look, it's a shooting star—"

To prevent the attention from being stolen by accidents like shooting stars, sufficient preparation was necessary.

Negris's group, who was being worried about by Anthony, was sitting on a sea ship, swaying along, and had arrived at an island.

"Isn't this a deserted island? What kind of good thing can happen here? Bird droppings everywhere... uh, for Ang, it is indeed a good thing. You wouldn't have felt this was a good thing because of that, would you?" Negris asked.

Shayala shook her head: "I don't know. You asked me where good things were and took out a map for me to poke, so I just poked here casually. I don't know what good thing there is either."

"Your precognitive ability hasn't malfunctioned, has it? If I had known, I would have followed Anthony's method to find people. Forget it, since we're here, let's go up and take a look," Negris said helplessly.

Soon everyone went up to the island. Walking to a high point and looking, Negris's heart went cold by half. The entire island could be seen at a glance; there wasn't a blade of grass on the island, the ground was covered in thick bird droppings, and seabirds covered every spot on the island where one could stand.

"What good thing can there be here? It's all bird droppings and birds, not even a person. We are looking for our former companions, not looking for birds. Do our former companions have bird-people? Or did someone reincarnate as a bird?" Negris said irritably.

Shayala said embarrassedly: "Maybe it really malfunctioned."

Just at this moment, the seabirds on the island seemed to have been startled by something and took off into the air. In a chain reaction, they all flew up.

A black dot darted out from somewhere, its claws waving continuously, dancing into afterimages, and with a patter, it knocked down a pile of seabirds.

Negris exclaimed: "Big Cat?"

Big Cat seemed to hear Negris's voice and turned its head abruptly. After seeing Negris, its eyes widened, and it directly abandoned the seabirds it had knocked down and darted toward them.

As it ran, its figure vanished with a "whoosh," and when it appeared again, it had already arrived in front of Negris, knocking Negris to the ground.

Negris was knocked out of his original form. Looking at the Book of Yellow Mud, Big Cat licked it suspiciously, then immediately spat out the mud with a "pfft, pfft, pfft."

Then it looked around and dove into Shayala's arms.

"Don't rummage, don't rummage, you lecherous cat, what are you rummaging for? Don't tear my underwear," Shayala said, trying to pull Big Cat up in a flurry.

Negris condensed his form and said irritably: "It's rummaging for Elf Beans. This dead cat isn't reborn; it still remembers us. Big Cat, you wouldn't have stayed here like Xiao Gu all this time, would you? Then haven't you gone over thirty thousand years without touching an Elf Bean?"

Big Cat poked its head out from Shayala's arms, tears almost coming out of its eyes. It looked at Negris pitifully and whimpered: "Awoo~"