'So, I guess I can try it out later. As for teaching those kids in the Eye of Secrets, I don't have to stop. Using both approaches simultaneously is the best. After all, teaching them was always meant to prepare them as tools for the future... Although, given the current situation, I don't know when I can use these tools for my main account.'
Lynn complained. After noticing the strange time structures that had been influenced by his interference in history, he knew his plan to leave some tools for his main account with his first and second smurf accounts was likely doomed.
Or rather, the tools could be left behind, but it might take a long time—until the day when his first and second smurf accounts could merge with his main account.
This is why Lynn wanted to replace the God of Steam and Machinery. He opened a smurf account during the Roselle era to take over the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery.
For now, he couldn't rely on the tools cultivated or dug out by his first and second smurf accounts. The Roselle era is too close to the present to expect anything yet.
Of course, this doesn't mean the tools cultivated or dug out by his smurf accounts are useless. After all, his smurf accounts also need tools to work for him. There are many things he wants to accomplish in those eras, and he can't do everything himself.
'But more than anything, I hope to meet Artisan soon. I can't poach other people right now, but as for him, I might be able to convince him to work for me. After all, he doesn't have many choices...' Lynn muttered to himself, looking at his handsome reflection in the mirror, with a bright smile.
'I wonder, if I really get Artisan from the Fourth Epoch to work for me, how will the Artisan in the Fifth Epoch react? Accept reality? Be incredulous? Or will he want to kill me no matter what?' Thinking of this, Lynn's smile became wicked, clearly enjoying the thought of stirring things up.
Even though he himself was part of this commotion.
A true troublemaker should be willing to make themselves part of the trouble... Not really!
Lynn was just prepared to be antagonistic towards Artisan. He was ready to beat the God when they met.
There was no particular reason, just pure hostility towards the lucky one... and to vent for his fellow countrymen, and to make Artisan face reality, avoiding unnecessary troubles, and make him work for Lynn smoothly.
Fists might not always work, but sometimes they are very effective.
"I feel like my thinking is not that of a Mystery Pryer or a Savant..." Lynn self-deprecated, always self-aware in some aspects. He finally finished grooming himself, then went downstairs, out the door, and directly to the entrance of 15 Minx Street.
"Ding ding ding—"
Lynn grabbed the string hanging from the bell on the door and shook it vigorously while knocking on the door with his other hand, shouting, "Sherlock, open the noor! I know you're home! You have the guts to take a commission, you have the guts to open the noor!"
Clearly mimicking a popular meme.
Soon, Lynn, who was having fun with the meme, heard hurried footsteps, and the door opened. Standing there, already dressed and prepared, was Klein, looking both helpless and embarrassed.
"How much of your memory has returned?" Klein couldn't help but ask. He noticed his partner seemed to enjoy playing various memes lately. Although Klein didn't mind much, it was occasionally awkward when the meme was about him.
"Not much, mostly just fragmented memories, like..." Lynn stroked his chin, looking at Klein, and said, "Sherlock and Moriarty seem to be arch-enemies?"
Though Roselle plagiarized many literary works, he hadn't plagiarised 'Sherlock Holmes.' Perhaps it was because Roselle's early focus was always on inventions, and later on ascending as the Black Emperor.
From this perspective, Roselle did leave some room for future transmigrators.
"They indeed are arch-enemies," Klein acknowledged. He then looked Lynn over and said, "You seem to be in a good mood today?"
"Hmm, maybe because I had a good dream?" Lynn smiled. He was indeed in a good mood, having just made a deal with the Evernight, essentially obtaining an Knowledge Emperor Characteristic for free.
Klein didn't probe further. The two then hailed a public carriage and headed for the Harvest Church.
Soon, the carriage arrived at Rose Street, where the Harvest Church was located. Klein and Lynn got off, and they saw the small church not far away.
Unlike the mainstream faiths in Loen—Evernight, Storm, and the God of Steam and Machinery—the Church of Earth Mother was not treated as a heresy like the Eternal Blazing Sun, hunted down, but it was still a minor faith. Thus, in all of Backlund, there was only this small church. Even on weekends, the hall might not be filled with worshippers.
Thus, at this moment, the church, with its notable spire and golden exterior marked by the emblem of life, was dimly lit and devoid of ordinary worshippers.
Lynn looked up at the emblem of life on the exterior of the Harvest Church. It was a simple baby surrounded by symbols of wheat, flowers, and spring water—elegant and uncomplicated.
Lynn couldn't help but recall the holy emblems of the Evernight, Storm, and other churches, and thought he might take some time to design one for himself. He intended to replace the God of Steam and Machinery and take over His church, but that didn't mean he had to take over everything as it was.
For instance, the holy emblem needed a new design.
'Why not play a meme? Maybe modify the emblem of some well-known organization, or use recognizable symbols...'
Lynn stroked his chin, thinking it was a good idea. It would certainly surprise the future remnants of the Pre-Epoch.
As he pondered the design of his new holy emblem, Lynn and Klein entered the Harvest Church.
Unlike in the original, where they snuck in stealthily, this time Klein, bearing the official identity of a Red Glove, entered openly through the front door. They saw neat rows of chairs, a large life emblem at the top, candles burning on both sides, arranged similarly to other churches Klein was familiar with, except for the different emblem.
In the front row sat a tall man in a brown cleric's robe, looking about forty or fifty years old. This was Father Utravsky.
The devout priest seemed to be in the midst of his daily prayer to the Earth Mother. Suddenly, he paused, as if hearing something.
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