I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

Each thunderous tremor represented the shattering of a lens. When only a few pieces remained, Li Lin once again drew his left hand and struck the last lens with precision and weight.

A tooth-grinding scraping sound rang out, and after a moment of stalemate, all the mirrors lost their light.

Lester sat on the ground, panting heavily, but his eyes seemed to light up as he looked at Li Lin, who was wielding a staff in his left hand and a sword in his right.

He watched as Li Lin put away the Shocking Crowbar, but something was still flickering in the spot where the trace of death had appeared.

Lester opened his eyes wide and looked carefully, but he couldn't see anything bright—it was just a feeling, as if there was a beam of light that seemed to come from nowhere.

He wasn't mistaken; there was indeed an influence there.

[Impact: The initial brilliance]

[First-order lamp phase influence.]

Behind the world, there is a light that shines above all, capable of piercing glass and skin. It has appeared here.

[A first-order effect. Obvious to a discerning apprentice, it can be immediately identified.]

When it disappears, it will transform into fascination!

Li Lin picked up a candle, lit it carelessly, and roughly handled it, letting the scalding wax drip onto Lester's head.

On the dark green desktop, [Ritual: Metamorphosis of Scaled Insects] drew a bright streak of fire and fell into the transparent box that opened above the desktop. Li Lin casually placed the Influence, Secret Transmission, and the "Hand of Reshaping" of the cult he founded on it.

I wonder which Reincarnation Hand will Leicester belong to... A thought suddenly vanished, and Li Lin placed the card representing Leicester into the ritual.

To be promoted to a new disciple, one must have sufficient ritual implements, the right influence, reliable secret teachings, and the right timing. Then, the beings in the Mansu will cast their gaze upon you.

Those with exceptional talent may attract the attention of those with names, while the vast majority of new disciples are noticed by those who have achieved immortality. Very few are closely watched by Sichen from the very beginning—this usually only happens when one passes through the Gate of the Stag and becomes a Knower.

Li Lin took a cherry from the fruit plate and rolled it back and forth on his tongue while thinking cautiously.

It's like drawing cards; there's a guaranteed reward... but most people end up with nothing.

Fortunately, this pool isn't a bottomless pit for Fatdog, but it's unclear whose attention Lester will attract.

307 I want to be Zhao Gao!

The surrounding weather suddenly turned cold.

The cherry that Li Lin had been swirling on her tongue fell to the ground with a thud, and was subsequently frozen into a lump of ice by the frigid weather.

Lester couldn't help but reach out his hand. Cold frost quickly condensed at his fingertips, covering the back of his hand in just a few seconds. An invisible aura of silence spread outwards, and the light spots on the ground rippled slightly before returning to calm.

As the hall was enveloped in chill, the shattered mirrors were covered with pale white frost, and frosty petals enveloped their faces, as if they were covered in snow.

This chill is unusual.

The genie is merciless, but that does not mean that their domain necessarily contains the winter phase, which represents cold and passing away. Among the many genies, those who hold both the genie and the winter phase include the Colonel, Dawn, and Sunset.

Si Chen did not cast a glance, otherwise the impact would not have been limited to the hall.

Li Lin turned his gaze to the dark green tabletop, where a large number of dense auras accompanied by silvery candlelight appeared continuously, conservatively estimated to be dozens of cards. The influence of the Lamp Aspect and Winter Aspect followed incessantly. Li Lin picked up a few cards and then stopped. But apart from that, a dim card appeared on the dark green tabletop at some point.

Someone has arrived.

The signs were clear enough—the sudden brightness of the sunlight, the stagnation of the candle flame, the shattering of the lens—all were warnings. All indications pointed to the fact that an immortal being of the lamp had cast its gaze upon us from the shadows of the mortal realm!

[An immortal with an interest in Leicester has set his sights on it!]

[Diary author Lars Westgren]

He is a diarist, explorer, and murderer, an immortal being of the lamp. Like all his kind, he abandoned his physical body for the sake of wandering. He is favored by the Colonel and the Crescent Moon. The diarist prefers to attack in dreams, but also has allies in the waking world.

Abstract brushstrokes outline the author of the diary on the dark card surface, depicting his square and rigid face, his meticulously combed hair, thick black eyebrows, and a mustache resembling that of Zhou Shuren. His pupils are clear and bright, changing in a certain pattern, as if they are breathing.

However, this card representing Lars Westgren, the author of the diary, did not materialize like other immortals, but was rather dim—which is normal, since he was not directly looking at Li Lin.

A moment later, the biting chill finally dissipated, seeping into Lester's very bones, making him even more taciturn. At this moment, the old scars beneath his clothes were throbbing faintly, and he recalled in his mind all the ways he had been attacked in the past.

Scars are lessons, and lessons are knowledge; Lester was certain he would not be hurt by these attacks again.

On the dark green tabletop, the card representing Leicester has changed.

[The Believer Lester]

[Sexual Form: Lamp]

[Rank: First Mark]

Lester, once a soldier and now a butler, saw his true self in those bright dreams.

After the madness caused by the seasons has subsided, you can use a ritual to elevate this person and unlock their next mark by employing sufficient light-based influence.

[Characteristic: Follower.]

[Your students, partners, guards, supporters, those you deceived, those you sacrificed...and all that belongs to you.]

Things got interesting—the diarist, far away in the Mansu, cast a watchful eye and opened the first mark for Lester, but the dark green table didn't take credit for his work at all, still considering Lester as Li Lin's property, meaning the diarist was taken advantage of for free.

Getting something for free is a good thing; the more the merrier.

Li Lin immediately signaled to Lester, who had already become a superhuman, to pray to the diarist, hoping that the diarist would bestow upon him many rare treasures or secret teachings, since Li Lin would have everything Lester possessed as well.

Lester silently complied, but the diarist did not respond.

“I have acquired a new knowledge… that seems to have an invigorating and inspiring effect under certain conditions.” Lester explained to Li Lin the secret he had received. “It seems that Major Renmett also worshipped this deity called the Colonel.”

After saying this, Lester cautiously raised his head and looked at Li Lin: "Mentor... when do you plan to leave the organization?"

He was now absolutely certain that Said did not have a steadfast faith in the National Liberation Front, and even held a mocking and indifferent attitude towards the organization itself, treating it entirely as a tool to be used.

Li Lin glanced at him sideways: "Don't even think about it."

Li Lin wouldn't give up his identity so easily before he had gained enough benefits; he wanted to climb up step by step and become Zhao Gao!

Lester was stunned; the image of Li Lin that had become clear in his mind became blurry and mysterious again.

"How much do you know about the National Liberation Front?" A few minutes later, Li Lin finally remembered the important matter.

Li Lin, who preferred lying down to standing or sitting, leaned against the bed and looked at Lester like a slug.

“My subordinate is a local police captain,” Lester replied humbly as he cleaned up the remnants of the ceremony.

Li Lin held up five fingers: "I only have one request: find your downline, send me some money to spend, and find a time to arrange a meeting with Vanessa."

Isn't that two requirements? What does it mean to only have one? And why hold up five fingers...?

After internally criticizing himself, Lester calmly said, "There are also matters concerning the organization..."

"Let's wait for Vanessa to arrive." Li Lin lowered his head and stroked his belly; he was starting to miss the feel of Nian Tuanzi.

Rice nodded, then turned back as he walked towards the door: "The amount of money is..."

"You decide what to do," Lester's voice was interrupted by Li Lin.

Rice nodded and left the villa for the police station.

Half an hour later, Lester returned with a thick briefcase. He opened the briefcase at the table, took out stacks of money, and divided them into two piles of different sizes.

“One of these is in gold pounds, and the other is in Algiers’ local currency,” Lester explained. “And this letter is from a lady named Snyder.”

Li Lin opened the envelope, glancing over the long string of Italian profanities on the letter, his gaze landing directly on the last few sentences.

"The manuscript of The Book of the Sun was divided into four parts, one of which is in the University of Algiers, and the other two are in the hands of Governor Roland and Ali, the leader of the National Liberation Front."

In addition, the exiles pointed out some important figures and locations, with Algiers located in North Africa, beyond the reach of Defort, so much so that the exiles are now somewhat relieved.

Time flowed quietly, and at noon Lester prepared a sumptuous lunch, along with a message.

"My contact, the patrol captain, wants to see you. The meeting is scheduled for Friday noon."

"Don't go."

Lester knew Li Lin would say that: "But if you want to cultivate your own power within the organization, you'll always need to control these downlines."

"Isn't it enough that you're here?" Li Lin and Lester stared at each other. "By the way, order me a chicken."

Roast chicken or turkey?

"Roast chicken from the street vendor."

"Excuse my bluntness, but this is bad for your reputation—"

Li Lin interrupted Lester again without any politeness: "If I don't make a name for myself, how can I indirectly communicate with my old friends?"

“But that would attract the attention of the governor and the organization. Miss Vanessa has decided to visit you secretly on Friday night.”

308 Two groups of people with drastically different circumstances

"I'm so poor!"

Xingti slumped to the ground, complaining. Behind him, Apple lay listlessly on the table, its leaves yellowed and curled, as if it hadn't been treated with plant nutrients in a long time.

"Crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch." Nian was nestled in Virtue's arms, cracking sunflower seeds, no one knew where she had pulled them out from.

The apartment was empty except for a bed and a small table—the exiles and Li Lin were not there, and Wilting had not contacted the foundation or received supplies appropriate for the times. Suddenly, everyone realized that they were out of money.

Their previous rescue of the exiles had failed—since they couldn't storm the police station, they had no choice but to pay bail.

It's like being trapped in a vicious cycle.

Virtue and Star Antimony want money.