78 - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

**Chapter 78: The Eternal Deceiver** Yes, indeed. The esteemed prince is on the brink of arriving at Orne City. Under normal circumstances, handling such a surge of public opinion wouldn't be too challenging, especially since the local news agencies have investments from the Church. But today is not as it once was. If the man standing in front of me decides to spread unfavorable news while the second prince is staying in Orne City, my fate would undoubtedly be disastrous. While pondering this, Mozel suddenly halted, his expression shifting between light and dark, plunging into an unprecedented silence. Seeing this, Lynn did not urge him. He simply fiddled cheerfully with the gun in his hand. It was unclear how much time passed before Mozel slowly turned around. “Let’s talk,” he said as if he had forgotten his earlier words, his brows tightly knit. “I believe there’s no irreparable conflict between us, no need to reach a life-and-death standoff.” “I must remind you, it wasn’t me who took away the divine essence from your body. Your real enemies are just those at the headquarters and a few members of the Mosgla family.” Mozel decided to temporarily compromise. If he could achieve a temporary lull by parting with a small portion of his assets, it would be worth it. “Nine hundred thousand.” Lynn demanded an outrageous amount. Mozel immediately countered, “Impossible, and besides, this isn't the right place for negotiations. We should choose another location to discuss this.” Saying this, he beckoned, and two of his trusted subordinates promptly approached. “Another place?” Lynn pondered for a moment, then nodded. “Fine, but I choose the time, you choose the place.” “I don’t trust you people from the Church of Natural Order.” As if I trust you either! Mozel thought coldly, shaking his head. “Right now, you’re the one getting money from me, so I have the right to decide everything.” He rejected Lynn's suggestion. To be honest, at this point, a strong urge to kill had already formed in Mozel’s heart. He decided to set up an ambush and eliminate this nuisance. If he could remove this thorn, he could put an end to recent troubles and even forge a bond with the Mosgla family. “Then there’s nothing more to discuss.” Lynn appeared unfazed and turned to leave. Seeing this, Mozel panicked. After all, the control of the situation lay entirely in the hands of the other party. He hesitated for a moment then gritted his teeth, “You choose the time, I choose the place!” Hearing this, Lynn halted. He seemed to be weighing whether this bargain was worth it. After a moment, the black-haired, blue-eyed youth turned back, standing before Mozel and his two subordinates. “Tell me the place first.” Relieved, Mozel declared: “At the—” He initially wanted to choose a location within the church, where he had backup, making it easier to manipulate the situation. But after taking another look at the vast ruins caused by the fire, Mozel stopped himself. The church was no longer suitable. So where should it be? One of his properties in Orne City? No, it wouldn't work. Being within the city means that if anything went wrong and the matter escalated, it would all be over. If he wanted to seize the chance to kill him, it had to be at a Church-controlled location, secluded and scarcely visited. There was only one answer. “Samuel Clock Tower on the northern outskirts.” Mozel announced in a measured tone. Samuel was the first bishop of the Church of Natural Order in Orne City. In his time, to resist the demonic invasion, he led all the transcendent members of the Church of Natural Order in a desperate stand against the forces outside Orne City, eventually dying heroically. To commemorate him, the people spontaneously erected the Samuel Clock Tower on the land where the heroes perished. Moreover, every year on this day, the followers of the Church of Natural Order would gather there, ring the great bell, and pray for the souls of the fallen heroes. This wasn’t an official church ceremony but a spontaneous act by the believers. Over time, the Samuel Ceremony gradually spread without being governed by the church’s clergy. However, due to its remote location, no one typically visited the place. Even if someone died inside the tower, it wouldn’t be discovered. That's why Mozel chose this place for the negotiation. “Fine.” Lynn agreed unhesitatingly, then added, as if suddenly recalling something, “But I remember that seven days from now is the Samuel Ceremony. Are you sure it’s okay to choose there?” You’re still thinking about seven days later? First, survive meeting me, then think further. Mozel's mind was filled with scorn, but his face remained calm: “Reaching an agreement might only take just one night tomorrow.” “Alright, then we'll meet tomorrow night.” Lynn finalized the decision, “I hope you will show me sincerity when the time comes.” "You will see it." Mozel replied flatly. Lynn nodded and then turned to leave. But suddenly, he stopped: “Oh, one more thing.” “To avoid complications, during negotiations, apart from the two behind you, no one else should appear near Samuel Clock Tower, or I’ll end the talk instantly.” “Agreed.” Mozel accepted the condition. In truth, this played right into his hands. Mozel then watched Lynn leave the Church of Natural Order. Looking at the gold scattered everywhere and the church turned to ruins behind him, he took a deep breath. If he could kill the mastermind, it would all be worth it. Even if he offended the third princess, as long as he gained the second prince’s protection, he didn’t think that woman would dare to kill him. With this, Mozel decided to make thorough plans for the ambush during the remaining time. “What happened earlier, don’t tell anyone.” He instructed his two loyal subordinates. “Treat this operation as a confidential mission for the three of us.” “Also, withdraw the personnel stationed at Samuel Clock Tower for a day off.” He was well aware of the importance of secrecy. With himself being a fourth-tier transcendent, plus two third-tier subordinates, supported by some powerful sealed artifacts from the church. With this lineup, unless confronted by a legendary fifth-tier presence, even if the opponent was prepared, they would not return alive. That woman couldn't possibly assign a legendary protector as his bodyguard, right? “Yes, Bishop.” After Samuel departed, the two subordinates exchanged whispers. “Doesn’t the Samuel Ceremony not fall seven days from today?” One subordinate questioned hesitantly. “Perhaps you remembered wrong.” The other didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. “I also recall it being seven days later.” “Besides, even the bishop didn’t say anything; such small ceremonies run by the church are none of your concern.” “Yeah, I suppose.” Meanwhile, in a swiftly moving carriage half a block away from the Church of Natural Order, Lynn slowly withdrew the power of the Deceiver. Upon reaching the second tier, he could now influence mid-tier transcendent beings to some extent, making them firmly believe in his lies. For instance, distorting their memory of time. Of course, this was possible because people like Mozel, who held high ranks, never took note of such minor ceremonies, thus forgetting the precise date. Just a slight twist of words could convince them of whatever Lynn said. Staring silently out of the carriage window, Lynn remained expressionless. Since the beginning, his true goal was never money, but rather to shatter the faith in people’s hearts. Everything was set; just waiting for the final touch. Vote for your tickets!!!