Chapter 296 The Villain Lady Arrives 124

Chapter 296 The Villain Lady Arrives 124

With the quiet launch of the "Obscure Light" plan, the appearance of the Lanster Empire seems to have changed subtly. The streets that used to be quiet are now occasionally filled with hurried merchants, who carry beautifully bound books, exquisite handicrafts, and even some seemingly ordinary but mysterious musical instruments and props.

These merchants are actually messengers carefully selected by the Church of Light, and every transaction they make may be an opportunity to spread their faith.

At the same time, wandering scholars began to appear frequently in the major towns and villages of Lanster. They were dressed in simple clothes, holding bamboo slips, strolling along the country roads, and talking with farmers and craftsmen;

Or they would wear gorgeous robes and talk at banquets in noble houses, citing scriptures. Among these scholars, there were many believers of the Church of Light, who skillfully integrated the teachings of light into daily conversations and discussions, and won people's respect and curiosity with their wisdom and knowledge.

One evening, in a small town in the north of the Lanster Empire, a seemingly ordinary market was being held. In the stall, a merchant in his thirties with a kind face was displaying a beautifully bound book. The faint scent of ink emanated from the pages, attracting many people to stop and watch.

"My fellow villagers, this book, The Allegory of Light, is a rare treasure I brought back from the East after traveling thousands of miles." The merchant's voice was gentle and magnetic. "The book contains countless stories about light and wisdom. Reading it can purify one's soul and fill one's life with hope."

Upon hearing this, a white-haired old man took the book curiously and gently turned a page. He saw a series of beautiful illustrations on it, accompanied by simple and philosophical words: "What is this story about?"

The businessman smiled slightly, with a barely perceptible gleam in his eyes. "Old sir, this fable tells the story of a young traveler who lost his way in a dark forest. He eventually found his way home with the light in his heart and his persistence. It tells us that no matter how dark the outside world is, as long as there is light in our hearts, hope will never go out."

After hearing this, the old man nodded thoughtfully and held the book tightly in his arms, as if it was not just a book, but a precious belief.

At the same time, at the other end of the town, a unique performance was taking place. On the stage, a group of actors in colorful clothes were performing a play called "Dance of Light".

During the dance, they either jumped lightly like the brightest stars in the night sky, or gazed affectionately, as if they were having a spiritual dialogue with the audience. As the music rose and fell, a series of ballads about the history of the Church of Light slowly sounded, the melody was melodious, and the lyrics were full of yearning for love and peace.

"On the distant other side, the Church of Light stands like a beacon, illuminating the hearts of countless lost travelers with its endless warmth and light..." As the song went on, the expressions of the audience gradually became solemn and pious, as if they had really seen that hopeful other side.

After the performance, the crowd was reluctant to leave and expressed their gratitude to the actors. A young scholar came up and talked with the lead dancer.

“Excuse me, do these songs and dances contain the teachings of the Church of Light?” The scholar’s ​​eyes were filled with desire.

The actress smiled and replied softly, "That's right, sir. We hope that through this method, more people can feel the power and warmth of the Church of Light. Although we cannot preach directly, every performance is a celebration of faith and a baptism of the soul."

When the scholar heard this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "This is really great! I have been looking for the power that can enlighten people, and now it seems that I have found it."

As such conversations quietly took place in every corner of Lanst, the influence of the Church of Light gradually expanded in an imperceptible yet extremely firm way.

The merchants' books, the scholars' speeches, and the spiritual performances are like small streams that converge into a river, eventually washing away the haze in people's hearts and allowing light and hope to take root in this land again.

However, all this was not without resistance. The Lanster royal family soon noticed this undercurrent and sent spies to investigate everywhere, trying to find out the truth behind it. But the believers of the Church of Light were already prepared. They used the encryption methods in the "Obscure Light" plan to hide their true intentions.

Late one night, a stern-looking spy quietly sneaked into the residence of a travel scholar, ready to search. However, when he opened the seemingly ordinary travel journal on the table, he found that it did not record mountains and rivers, but the teachings of light written in special symbols. Just as he was surprised, the travel scholar had walked out of the darkness and looked at him with calm and firm eyes.

"You came at the right time. I was just looking for someone to talk to." There was no panic in the scholar's voice. "You may think that we are doing something shameful, but in fact, we are just spreading love and light. No matter how the outside world suppresses us, it cannot stop the power of faith from taking root in people's hearts."

The spy was speechless when he heard this. He knew that he could not change anything, so he could only retreat quietly and report what he saw and heard to the royal family. However, the royal family's reaction was beyond everyone's expectations.

The night was deep, the moonlight was dim, and the meeting hall in Lanster Royal City was brightly lit. A solemn atmosphere filled the air. The spy knelt in the center of the hall, head bowed, hands clenched into fists, with mixed feelings in his heart. Every breath he took seemed to carry a heavy secret, about to break the silence.

"Your Majesty, I have something important to report." The spy's voice was low and firm, breaking the silence in the room.

Lanster, a monarch with a dignified face but deep eyes, slowly put down the golden pen in his hand and looked at the spy with a sharp gaze. "Tell me, what is so urgent?"

The spy took a deep breath and told him what he had found. "Your Majesty, I have been sneaking into the people recently and found an unusual force quietly spreading. This force comes from the Church of Light. They use the identities of merchants, scholars and artists to spread their doctrines in secret. Their methods are so covert and their influence is so far-reaching that it is unprecedented."

Lanster frowned upon hearing this, and tapped the tabletop with his fingers, making a rhythmic "dong dong" sound, as if he was thinking about something. "The Church of Light? How dare they challenge the king's power so blatantly?"

"Your Majesty, they did not directly challenge the royal power, but adopted a very obscure method." The spy continued, "Merchants used books as a medium, scholars used speech as a bridge, and those performances integrated doctrines into art, allowing people to accept their ideas unconsciously while enjoying it. This subtle influence is more terrible than any direct conflict."