Chapter 37

“Chapter 37: Racking Up Points”

One of the Liars’ Devourer’s unique abilities is to discern others’ lies.

With this handy skill, Lynn effortlessly picked out the most devoted followers from the group for his first round of therapy.

The reason these three hundred twelve people gathered here was mostly due to the antics of those staunch believers.

As the saying goes, strike a snake on its seven-inch mark.

Once these rebellious newcomers were dismantled one by one, dealing with the remaining ones who had ulterior motives would be a piece of cake.

Just a bunch of minor players. Lynn thought to himself.

Time flew by.

Before long, the evening sun cast a majestic red glow over the land.

Unknowingly, Lynn had spent the entire afternoon outside the city.

He had dedicated hours to conversing with the followers.

Finally, with the system ringing in his ear for the two hundred thirty-second time, Lynn had managed to sweet-talk most of the pious ones present into signing the Transcendent Contract.

On the flip side, he pocketed 23 system points.

After a busy afternoon, Lynn felt a bit tired at this moment.

Unfortunately, there was no afternoon tea or desserts to replenish his sugar levels.

He was just about to wipe his sweat with his sleeve when he suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder.

A glance revealed that Afia had jumped onto his shoulder.

“Here you go.”

She held out a handkerchief in her mouth, still faintly scented with the sweetness unique to young girls.

“Oh, thanks.”

Lynn took the handkerchief and wiped his face a couple of times before he realized something was off.

Wasn’t she just throwing a fit a few hours ago? Why was she suddenly behaving so nicely? Noticing Lynn’s gaze, Afia seemed a little flustered.

She turned her head away, flustered and said, “It’s, it’s his highness who told me to keep an eye on you, and since you’re helping his highness, I can’t just let you work yourself to death here.”

“Oh, by the way, where did you get this handkerchief?”

“A girl’s secret!”

After some playful banter with Afia, she leaped off Lynn’s shoulder in cat form and scampered back to the carriage.

Watching her tiny figure, Lynn couldn’t help but smile.

He then shifted his focus back to the last batch of people gathered at a distance.

The remaining eighty folks were basically just looking to swim in murky waters.

They neither worshipped the Goddess of Creation nor wanted to head into the city.

All they communicated was one thing.

Settlement fees.

If they wanted the ruckus to stop, a hearty sum would need to be offered; otherwise, they were firmly staying put.

Of course, except for a certain bald man hiding among the crowd.

He looked quite ordinary, almost unnoticeable.

But on the system interface, this guy was a complete outlier.

Because he was the only C-level plot character among the present faithful.

【Character Name: Marque Blanchard】

【Plot Level: C】

【Plot Deviation: 0.00%】

If Lynn could max out his plot deviation, it would reward him with a whopping 10 points.

How could he let such a tender lamb escape?

Lynn had his suspicions about this guy’s identity.

Clearly, among this ruckus caused by the followers of the Goddess of Creation, there had to be an organizer.

Others might be innocent, but the one who orchestrated this chaos definitely deserved what was coming.

Perhaps he had received orders from someone to instigate this mess.

Thinking this, Lynn no longer hesitated.

“You, come here.”

He called out to the bald man.

Marque appeared stunned for a few seconds, seemingly unsure of why this young lad was calling him.

Had his identity been exposed?

A hint of anxiety crossed his mind.

“Sir, what do you need from me?”

He spoke humbly.

Lynn studied him for a moment before casually asking, “Are you an ordinary believer of the Creation School?”

“Of course! I could recite every tenet of the scriptures perfectly,” Marque replied confidently.

That was a blatant lie.

Lynn instantly discerned he was lying. Where was the lie, you ask? Well, he couldn’t recite every tenet, and he didn’t need to lie about it since it was an easy trap to fall into.

So, the lie was earlier.

In truth, Marque was not just an ordinary believer of the Creation School; he held another identity.

Given that he could recite every tenet and his impressive C-level plot status, Lynn deduced he was the mastermind behind this chaos.

Additionally, he was a remnant member of the Creation School, definitely not your run-of-the-mill believer.

So he suddenly leaned closer to Marque and whispered in a voice only the two could hear, “Marque, you’ve done well to achieve this. The school will remember your contributions.”

Marque’s eyes flickered with a hint of panic and doubt upon hearing his real name.

How did this guy know his true name?

He had been using a pseudonym all along.

Had his mind conjured up some guesswork, causing him to feel agitated?

At this moment, he fully believed Lynn was a devout follower of the Goddess of Creation.

With this premise, someone who could speak such words to him could only mean one thing.

The school wasn’t completely eradicated! They still had remnants, poised to spring back to life at any moment! With this thought, Marque felt a rush of excitement as if he had stumbled upon an organization.

But the lingering doubt caused him to play it cool: “What are you talking about? I don’t understand.”

Seeing this, Lynn playfully patted his shoulder for camaraderie: “You’re quite the cautious one — that’s a good thing! But it looks like that person’s orders for you and me are a bit different?”

“My task is to minimize the impact of this incident, which seems to conflict with your orders. What’s going on?”

Lynn gave him a puzzled look.

Upon hearing that, Marque finally let down his guard.

He breathed a sigh of relief, checking his surroundings warily, then lowered his voice, “The person you mentioned — is it that one from the Imperial Capital?”

Imperial Capital?

Exactly as he thought.

Lynn’s suspicions were confirmed, but on the surface, he nodded in agreement: “Right.”

Marque’s eyes widened a bit in surprise: “But that person told me to find an opportunity to poison these people’s food, kill them all, and frame that demon who destroyed the school — the Third Imperial Princess.”

They’re going after Ivyst? Lynn couldn’t help but intake a sharp breath.

This scheme was ruthlessly malicious; once executed, even if Ivyst had proof of her innocence, no one would believe her.

By then, she would be finished with the royal selection.

Under the fury of the Sixth Saint Roland, she might even be publicly executed as a traitor.

Perhaps in the original work, this was how she gradually walked down the path of villainy.

And had his actions inadvertently changed her fate?

After wrapping this up, Ivyst’s plot deviation would likely surge once again.

With this in mind, Lynn no longer hesitated and smiled at Marque: “By the way, concerning that person — there seems to be one more order. Want to hear it?”

“What order?”

Marque looked a bit curious.

“They asked me to send you on your way.”

As he spoke, Lynn smoothly pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

“Bang——!!!”

With a dull thud, Marque slumped back, his lifeless body carrying a look of confused disbelief.

【C-level plot character “Marque Blanchard” has reached 100.00% in plot deviation.】

10 points added to the system.

Guess this way was the most efficient after all.

Lynn thought to himself.

After witnessing his act of murder, the people gathered at a distance immediately panicked.

Lynn wiped the blood off his face with his sleeve, putting on a warm smile to soften his cold demeanor.

“One hundred copper coins per person. Sign the contract and scram.”

“O-One hundred? That’s too little.”

“Bang——!!!”

Lynn shot into the air once more, smiling: “Now it’s fifty.”

Immediately, the remaining seventy-nine opportunistic fellows couldn’t sit still any longer, scrambling towards Greya in the distance.

A mosquito might be small, but it’s still a meal!

If they kept being difficult, they might end up losing their fifty copper coins, too.

Besides, this guy really had the guts to kill! The atmosphere turned tense.

Watching the line forming obediently in the distance, Lynn couldn’t help but whistle.

It was just that simple.

In total, he banked 41 points from the entire afternoon, and adding the previous 2 points, he now had 43 points saved up.

Time to head back and report to that woman.