A soldier in armor walked up to Karun and said, "Commander wants to see you, sir."

"Alright, please lead the way."

Karun straightened his robe and followed the soldier to the statue of Oglethorpe. Commander Punk was sitting there, drinking coffee.

His posture was bold, but the coffee cup in his hand was small, more suitable for holding alcohol. This scene should be more appropriate for that.

"Commander, sir."

Karun placed his hands on his chest and bowed slightly to Punk.

"Sit."

"Yes, sir."

Karun sat down next to him, and Punk poured him a cup of coffee.

"You're good. Are you interested in staying at Oglethorpe Fortress for some training?"

Karun didn't expect the commander to ask such a direct question, so he immediately switched to a more straightforward way of communicating with people like him and responded:

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm still young..."

"Oh, can't stand the loneliness here?"

"It's because I have a fiancée."

"Hahaha."

Punk laughed and said, "It's okay, I was just saying it casually. Actually, this place is very good. If you can get used to it, you will discover its beauty. Many troubles in reality don't exist here."

"I believe you have experienced and seen through it, maybe in the future, when I have experienced and seen through it, I can come back here and have coffee with you, sir."

"I'm leaving too." Punk looked at Karun. "The beauty here will no longer belong to me."

Karun didn't know whether to congratulate or console him.

"That's life. Because we know the troubles outside and know that we can't escape them in the end, we can appreciate the beauty in this void space. You are excellent, the kind of excellence that is visible to the naked eye. When I say excellent, I mean that you know what to do before reaching this age, so protect yourself."

"Sir, I have always been cautious."

"Well, protect yourself, grow up slowly, and maybe in a few decades, there will be a seat for you in the higher levels of the Divine Sect."

"Thank you for your advice and blessings, sir."

"Alright, finish your coffee and go. The open day at Oglethorpe Fortress is about to end."

Karun picked up the cup and drank the coffee inside. There was no sugar in this cup of coffee, it was quite bitter, but Karun could bear it. What he found difficult to accept was the overly sweet taste.

After bidding farewell to Punk, Karun returned to the square. Along the way, many people greeted him proactively, and Karun responded to each of them.

Karun wasn't overly enthusiastic, just polite.

As Kane had said before, it was just the right amount of perfunctory.

But no one would be angry because they approached him not because of Karun's "enthusiasm" or his name, but because of the strength he displayed.

The stronger your personal abilities, the more you can avoid the troubles brought by useless social interactions.

Mas and Blanche had already bid farewell to their teammates. When Karun returned, they stood in front of him together.

"Captain, we'll go back first. Thank you. Without you, I don't think I could have obtained this spot."

Mas finished speaking and saluted Karun, the same gesture Karun had made to Punk earlier, which meant they didn't see each other as peers, but as superiors.

Blanche spoke, "Captain, I can't wait to go home and show off my experience today to my friends. Thank you, Captain."

Karun showed a gentle smile and said, "You don't have to be so polite. This is the result of our team's joint efforts. Without the two of you joining us, we wouldn't have progressed so smoothly."

Without being able to use the Dark Moon Blade and the Sea God's Armor, and with the entire team as the goal of promotion, excluding the factor of Loya appearing in the end, the difficulty for Karun to obtain the spot would have at least doubled without the presence of these two assistants.

The gap between Kane's Seventh Team and them was actually in terms of auxiliary support.

Karun continued, "We will meet again soon. It seems that before going to the Gate of Reincarnation, we will be gathered together for specific training in the Ding District. We can find a place to have tea and chat then."

"Alright, Captain."

After bidding farewell to Mas and Blanche, Karun led Bart, Aisley, and Ventura to the teleportation array in the Great Hall of Oglethorpe.

In the teleportation array leading to the York City District, Philomena had been waiting there for a long time. She stood alone in the corner, looking exhausted due to her serious injuries.

She didn't come up to greet Karun, and Karun naturally wouldn't take the initiative to say anything to her. Although they were from the same district, they were obviously not on the same side.

Moreover, because of her, the cohesion on Karun's side was greatly enhanced.

Because Bart and the others knew Philomena's strength and saw her leading her team of leftovers almost to the end in the selection, but in the end, such a powerful peer failed to obtain a spot, and instead, they obtained the final spots.

All of this was thanks to their captain's leadership.

In a big circle, faith is needed as cohesion, but in a small circle, it's much simpler: Follow you and there will be meat to eat.

Except for Aisley, who deliberately smiled at Philomena to gain some satisfaction, Bart and Ventura followed Karun's lead and acted as if Philomena didn't exist.

Winners always want to maintain their dignity, not out of sympathy for the losers, but to give themselves a greater sense of satisfaction.

The five of them entered the array, and the array was activated.

Returning to the York City District.

...

In the conference hall of the Academic Building in the York City District, cheers erupted when the final results were announced.

This selection, which was famous for allocating spots to each district, was essentially equivalent to a joint sports event organized by countries. Their own players had won the final victory, and it was a stable and calm victory, enough to give the upper and lower levels of this district a great sense of satisfaction and honor.

Of course, there were not many people who had the qualifications to watch the projection of this selection.In the York City area, only the people in this conference hall are qualified to watch. The priests below can only receive the results.

At the beginning of the conference hall, there were only a few people.

After the first round, there were more people. After the second round, there were even more. When it entered the final round and the probability of winning reached fifty percent, the hall was full.

Many bishops who were dissatisfied with Karun's high-profile interviews and thought that young people always liked to talk big and would eventually make a fool of themselves, forgot their previous criticisms of Karun and applauded and cheered instead.

The most exciting part is that Karun's third team, like the first team, is mainly composed of players from this region, so everyone can relate to them.

If the five people from this region were scattered in five different teams, the excitement would be greatly reduced.

Bishop Burn sat quietly in the corner smoking a cigar. It was not a precious cigar bought with points, but a cheap brand available on the market.

"Why don't you seem excited?" Bishop Wofflin walked up to Bishop Burn and asked.

"Why should I be excited?" Bishop Burn smiled. "Is it possible that they will allow me to choose young people to train from this group?"

Bishop Wofflin probably knew what work Bishop Burn, who was under his own rank, was engaged in, so he just laughed twice in response.

You selected these outstanding young people as undercover agents?

Dream on!

Bishop Burn blew a smoke ring and said, "But there is one thing that can be done. Philomena, the only loser, can be used as a theme to create an image of an outstanding young person who was excluded by our church. This can be written about."

"You should give up on that idea. It's impossible."

"Hmm? Who are her parents? I have accessed her file, but it's too simple."

"She is the granddaughter of that crazy lady."

"Gasp..."

Even Bishop Burn, a head of intelligence, couldn't help but take a cold breath when he heard this identity introduction.

That crazy lady was once a bishop in the York City area many years ago. Her husband was also a bishop in the area, and her father-in-law, who was her father-in-law, was the chief bishop of the York City area, which is now Bishop Wofflin's position.

That family was once the undisputed number one family of the Order of the Gods in the York City area.

Later, due to an accident, that lady killed her husband, her father-in-law, and her son. The top church family in the York City area, which was once thriving and about to enter the central place of the church, collapsed overnight.

That happened decades ago and shocked the entire York City area, no, it shocked the entire church.

There are various rumors about this incident. Some say that the chief bishop contaminated his family because of studying a forbidden technique. Some say that the chief bishop was planning to rebel against the Order of the Gods and establish a new church. Some say it was because of family emotional relationships...

This incident has always been a mystery.

At the time it happened, Bishop Burn was just a judge and couldn't be involved in matters of that level. Now that he has reached this position, he still can't access all the files about that incident. They are all sealed at the highest level and can only be accessed by the high priest and the temple elders.

The only thing known is that the woman who later became known as the crazy lady is still alive and living in the York City area, but no one knows exactly where.

Bishop Burn looked at Bishop Wofflin and smiled, saying, "Thanks for reminding me."

Well, if that crazy lady finds out that he plans to develop her granddaughter into a spy, the consequences would be terrifying to think about.

"This young man Karun is very good," Bishop Wofflin said. "Now I think it's normal for the princess of the Dark Moon Island to not be interested in my grandson."

His grandson couldn't even pass the selection in the region, but Karun led the people in the region to the final. The difference is clear.

"Yes, he's a very good young man. My son also speaks highly of him." Bishop Burn reached out and tapped his forehead. "I have seen many talented young people, and I have seen many young people with life wisdom. But someone who has both talent and life wisdom means that he is really smart."

"Although what you said is a bit convoluted, I understand what you mean. By the way, just now, the church issued two spiritual documents. One is that next year, similar selection activities will be held according to this precedent. However, the age range will be limited, and those who have participated before will not be allowed to participate again."

"Then your grandson won't have a chance." Bishop Burn teased.

"I don't have the face to let Leon participate again. It's not glorious to reach the end and not be selected. If he fails again, it would be a complete loss of face."

"It seems that you are very aware of your family's bloodline."

Bishop Wofflin rolled his eyes at Bishop Burn and said, "The second spiritual document is about the church's plan to reform the distribution system for young people. This part will involve a lot of people."

"Look at the determination from above."

"Yes, that's what I think too. But the specific implementation method given is to put a group of young people into a new environment for training, so that they can increase their exposure and cognition."

"Is it written so specifically in the document?"

"Yes."

"Then I guess the headquarters of the Order of the Whip will also issue a document soon. The Order of the Whip is like a sauce jar. You can put anything in it, and when you need it, you can take it out. From a compromise perspective, there is nothing more suitable than entering the Order of the Whip. This way, it can promote this process and not give too much stimulation to the old people in the system."

"Yes, I guess it will be arranged like this. It's almost time to prepare to welcome the children back. Let's celebrate for them tonight."

"The children are tired. What they need most now is rest.""I've already contacted the church hospital to send people over to treat and examine them. They have half a day to rest in the suite at the Ankara Hotel."

"They won't like you for this."

"Do you think the banquet is for them? It's for their parents."

"True."

...

As they stepped out of the teleportation array, Karun saw a group of people led by the Archbishop of Wofuren waiting to greet them.

Seeing this, the expressions of Karun and the others darkened, guessing what was waiting for them next.

Perhaps, before the selection, they had all imagined themselves successfully securing a spot and being welcomed and praised upon their return. But now, they just wanted to find a place to sleep for three days and three nights.

Philomina walked away silently. This welcome and celebration had nothing to do with her.

The Archbishop of Wofuren presided over the victory ceremony, gave a speech, and then led a group of regional bishops to shake hands and pat the shoulders of Karun and the others in encouragement.

Next, the reporters from the "Order Weekly" came to take photos and conduct interviews. Merie was very excited because the interview Karun had given before departure and the current results were enough to occupy the front page.

After these procedures were completed, two VIP cars drove over. Karun and the others got in the cars, where the director of the church hospital personally examined them and began treatment right in the car.

Karun's physical and mental conditions were very good, which surprised the director who was examining him. He joked, "You look like you've just come back from a vacation."

However, even though he didn't need treatment, the director still gave Karun a magical adjustment. The feeling was very comfortable, like having a soul massage.

When they arrived at the Ankara Hotel, everyone was assigned to their own rooms. Karun was very familiar with the place and the rooms. After entering his room, he first ordered a meal over the phone, along with cigarettes, alcohol, coffee, and tea bags.

He wasn't hungry now, so he planned to take the meal back home for his family to taste the delicious food made from point coupon ingredients, especially the grilled lizard meat that the captain loved.

During the banquet, he was the protagonist and had no chance to hide food.

The cigarettes, alcohol, and coffee were all real luxuries that could only be bought with point coupons, and Karun planned to take them home as well.

This was a habit he had developed from doing security work before, and he didn't believe that the hotel would ask him to pay the bill this time. It would definitely be reimbursed.

In fact, Karun didn't lack these point coupons. Even if he couldn't enjoy them every meal, it was completely fine to enjoy them once or twice a month. But under reasonable circumstances, taking advantage of the public was also a kind of happiness.

After taking a bath and changing into the hotel's pajamas, Karun went to bed.

The bed was big, and looking at his side, he found that he was the only one lying there. Without Pinger and Fanny, he felt a lot less fulfilled.

He closed his eyes and went to sleep.

He was woken up in the evening, and after changing into clean robes, Karun went to the banquet hall.

Esli, Bart, and Ventula were standing at the door, obviously waiting for him.

After Karun walked in, they followed him in.

For a moment, the whole room burst into applause and cheers.

Karun waved and bowed to the crowd, and Bart and the others behind him imitated his actions, although they seemed a bit unaccustomed and stiff.

Watching this scene, Karun couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It really felt like a triumphant return of an Olympic champion.

Bart's parents, Esli's parents, and Ventula's grandparents were all present. As the team leader, Karun had to greet each of them.

During the banquet, many important figures from the York City region spoke to Karun, and he dealt with each of them.

Finally, Karun was asked to go on stage and give a speech.

Standing on the stage, facing the microphone, Karun raised his glass of red wine with his left hand, patted his chest with his right hand, and shouted, "Glory belongs to York City!"

Even though I am a Rylan.

The crowd below erupted into cheers again.

...

Finally, the banquet ended. Karun returned to his room, took his packed items, and left the hotel. He didn't plan to spend the night there. He wanted to go home.

Not far from the hotel entrance, by the side of the road, a hearse was parked.

At this time, the hearse was so conspicuous and so fitting for the atmosphere.

Uncle Mason had said that hearses had a unique beauty.

Karun felt it, because he was very tired now.

Alfred came down to take the things from Karun's hands and put them in the car, then returned to the driver's seat, started the car, and turned to Karun, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and said, "Young master, congratulations!"

Karun nodded and responded seriously, "Alfred, thank you."

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This serious thank you left Alfred a bit stunned, then a sense of inexplicable conviction and recognition rose up, and even the radio in the hearse made a "crackling" sound of electricity at this moment.

"Young master, would you like a glass of iced water? I brought a thermos, and there are ice cubes in it."

"Sure."

Alfred opened the car door and got out, walking towards the back of the car. He naturally took out a small booklet from his chest, took out a pen, bit off the cap with his mouth, and wrote, "Tonight, God is very tired, but also very bright."

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