Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 934 - 9: United Against the Enemy, Let the Killing Begin!

Outside the Divine Hall of Joy.

Upon leaving, Duncan encountered the Master of Revelry - Kowar, whose mark had shifted from Neutral to Light Red, indicating a certain hostility. Seeing Duncan emerge from the villa of the Mother of Great Bliss, this Master of Revelry’s gaze immediately filled with jealousy but forcibly suppressed it, only casting a meaningful look at him.

The Mother of Great Bliss still needed to make use of this man, now was not the time to act. Only after exploiting him fully would be the right time for the Master of Revelry to make a move.

This was no time to disrupt the Mother of Great Bliss’s legitimate affairs.

The Divine Grace Duncan received last night caused quite a bit of envy among the people of the Joyful Cult, and those Joyful Priestesses seemed to be fawning over him, which only made others more envious and jealous.

Duncan merely glanced coldly at the other party, with a four-star golden mark, daring to cause trouble would warrant secret elimination.

He returned to his residence and then ventured to the Wealth Church’s territory.

However, Duncan did not head to the most bustling commercial street but entered a dark alley in the port district, a hotspot for the Wealth Church’s ’black market trade’, dealing in those illicit riches. The dealings of the goddess of wealth reached the Bottomless Abyss, and even in Abyssal Blood Wars, traders who worshipped her supplied arms, though she traded on both sides, demons and devils alike.

Squawk.

After knocking open a secret door, Duncan entered the underground black market. Led by a fronting wanderer, he quickly entered a luxurious underground room.

Even the door handle here was gilded.

The Wealth Church decor style, focusing on opulence, with even the clergy dressed like nouveau riche, very fond of the color of gold.

"Duncan-Starfall."

A slightly teasing female voice rang out, a glimmer of gold light shone in the darkness, followed by a charming woman with pale golden eyes stepping out, exuding an air of splendor and luxury, dressed more extravagantly than even royal aristocrats.

This woman had long pale golden hair, adorned in a luxurious gown embellished with glittering gems, even her gold-plated boots were studded with large pearls.

At first glance, the woman seemed like a low-resolution version of the goddess of wealth’s statue.

——Golden Sharella Tebron (Five-star Silver Gray).

One of the Five Fierce Women.

Specializing in shady trades, also an expert in fencing stolen goods, once having unclean hands, she was originally a thief, later becoming a black market bigwig within the Wealth Church, having a stake in smuggling trade across the Starfall Sea.

Duncan calmly nodded, saying: "Bishop Sharella."

This woman was slightly younger, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, the Five Fierce Women’s ages varied, the oldest one was in her late thirties but wasn’t in Sargoth, she followed the holy coin to the Hall of Gold in Amn.

Sharella Tebron observed Duncan thoughtfully, softly saying: "I heard you attended the Mother of Great Bliss’s festival banquet?"

It appeared that the Joyful Cult was full of undercover agents.

Duncan slowly nodded, saying: "Mm."

Sharella Tebron’s eyes held a hint of curiosity, probing further: "Then did you ’sleep with’ the Mother of Great Bliss?"

She used a vulgar slang equivalent to ’hooked up’, among the Five Fierce Women, the woman before him had the lowest origin but the highest talent.

In the absence of the goddess of wealth, they all bore a five-star mark, should the goddess of wealth return, they’d at least be five-star gold units, if sufficiently wealthy, combat power could be amassed with curiosities.

Duncan frowned, shaking his head: "The Mother of Great Bliss is the lover of the goddess of joy."

The meaning was clear.

The Mother of Great Bliss would not easily be intimate with others.

Sharella Tebron’s expression held a slight disappointment, scrutinizing Duncan before her, she sat leisurely on a luxurious dragon-skin sofa, asking: "Then why have you come to me?"

The Five Fierce Women were both partners and competitors.

The woman before him wasn’t Duncan’s Gold Lord, but she controlled Sargoth’s gray trade, making her very well-informed.

Duncan sat down, solemny saying: "Intelligence."

"The Joyful Cult is preparing to retaliate against the Suffering Church, I need your intelligence support."

Hearing Duncan’s words, Sharella Tebron perked up with interest, saying curiously: "Just them? Retaliation?"

"Outside this city, who could they defeat?"

Duncan gazed at Sharella before him, under his scrutiny, even the Golden Woman toned down a bit, saying earnestly: "The Mother of Great Bliss granted you authority to mobilize the Crimson Performers?"

Surely well-informed.

Sharella knew even about the Crimson Performers, she mused, propping her chin thoughtfully: "If we have the Crimson Performers, coupled with your prowess."

"Indeed, there is a certain possibility."

Duncan-Starfall is a High Tier Guard of the Wealth Divine Hall, responsible for safeguarding the Grand Treasury, divided into two groups, one visible and one covert. Without combat skills, the Wealth Church would be constantly eyed by giant dragons.

Becoming a Golden Guard requires certain dragon-slaying combat skills.

The other group must be able to match wits with godly thieves.

The Wealth Church’s Grand Treasury, giant dragons, mages, thieves, they all covet it fiercely.

Duncan slowly said: "Della Ishtgere mentioned providing me support, is she here?"

Sharella shook her head: "She’s not here."

"She went to Amn."

"What support do you need from me?"