Immediately afterward, the seed grew on the ground, taking only ten breaths to mature into a tree with golden leaves, hanging Damnatio's corpse on its branches like a piece of fruit—it even possessed a sense of artistry.
Then came the second corpse, the third, the fourth, totaling fifteen bodies!
The subsequent corpses were naturally Damnatio's retainers, the ones who had shot arrows at Oliver.
The believers watched the golden tree that had grown out of thin air, dumbfounded.
"The Archon is dead."
This all happened too suddenly; people were completely unprepared.
First, the clothes were ripped off, then the head was blown up, and finally, he was hung on a tree for public display—no one could have imagined that the Archon of Janusapolis would meet such an end.
Buzz~~~
At this moment, a buzzing sound came from the depths of the Temple of the Three Fates.
Following that were several female murmurs.
The voice was indistinct and the words were vague; it was impossible to understand what was being said.
But all people of Janusapolis knew that it was the voice of the Path Titan, Janus, delivering an oracle!
Janus was the most revered deity among the three Fate Titans, because compared to the invisible talanton and the silent Oulornis, he was more willing to guide mortals.
Thump, thump, thump!
The people who were standing knelt down one after another, yet they raised their heads, looking toward Mortis in Oliver's arms, waiting for her to interpret the oracle and tell everyone the truth.
Because only the Saintess of the Oracle could understand the Titan's words.
Mortis closed her eyes, concentrating on listening to the Path Titan's words.
[Indistinct sound].
Oliver couldn't help but frown.
He only heard "abba abba" sentences and couldn't understand the content.
Mortis: "Revered Janus, I ask you, is Tribios safe?"
[Indistinct sound].
Hearing the name Tribios, Oliver couldn't help but ask with concern, "How is she? Is your daughter alright?"
If the protagonist of the script had a problem, things would get serious.
Mortis shook her head lightly, still keeping her eyes closed, "Janus says she is safe, and I have no need to worry."
Mortis never doubted the words spoken by the Path Titan, so the worry hanging in her heart finally subsided.
[Indistinct sound].
The Titan's voice was babbling again.
"What else did Janus say?"
Oliver looked down at the beauty with closed eyes in his arms and asked softly.
Only after the Titan's words ended did Mortis open her beautiful eyes and meet Oliver's gaze, replying, "He said he wants to invite you to stay, to remain in Janusapolis, and to remain by my side."
As she spoke, Mortis's gaze was firm and unwavering; she was clearly not lying.
"Is the density of the Titan's language that high?"
Oliver couldn't help but complain.
Yet, he pondered internally that this Path Titan truly could guide people to choose the correct path.
Otherwise, it wouldn't trust him, an outsider, so easily.
Moreover, Oliver was confident that he could change Tribios's tragic fate.
Just like the former Saintess beside him, hadn't she also changed her ending of death?
Mortis suddenly realized something and asked, "Aren't you Janus's Divine Envoy? Why can't you understand his language?"
"I am not the Titan's Divine Envoy; I am the Star God's Emanator, and I come from—beyond this world."
"Star God? Emanator? Beyond this world?"
Mortis didn't understand, but she was greatly shocked, her worldview impacted by this external information.
One must know that the sky was sealed off by the Titans; no one could get out, and no one could get in.
How then did Oliver appear here?
Before she could continue asking, the believers below were already impatient, shouting loudly:
"Saintess! Please convey the oracle to us!"
Only the Saintess could understand the Titan's oracle.
In the past, the Saintess listened to the prophecy, conveyed it to the Archon, and the Archon then proclaimed the oracle. Since the Archon was dead today, the believers naturally only trusted the Saintess.
Seeing this, Mortis had no choice but to deal with the immediate matter first.
She gently patted Oliver's chest, signaling him to descend to the entrance of the Temple of the Three Fates.
Holding her, Oliver walked through the air step by step, passing over the heads of the people, his presence maximized.
When his last step landed on the steps, a patch of green grass actually sprouted beneath his feet, drawing gasps from the many believers.
When traveling abroad, special effects and filters are self-provided.
"Everyone, I have heard Janus's oracle: Let the Divine Envoy remain in Janusapolis, and let the Divine Envoy guide our future path!"
"The Divine Envoy mentioned in the oracle is the one beside me, Oliver!"
Mortis solemnly held out her hand, making a gesture of invitation.
The High Priestess and Saintess represented the Titan and the entire city-state.
Seeing this, all the believers shouted, "Please, Divine Envoy, guide City of Janus!"
"I sincerely hope you can stay and help me, help us—are you willing?"
Mortis's beautiful eyes were fixed intently on Oliver.
With the atmosphere built up like this, Oliver felt that refusing would be letting down the natives' enthusiasm.
Besides, he was already planning to stay here to find Tribios and complete the script.
Having a high-level identity would be more convenient.
"Alright."
He extended his hand and placed it in Mortis's palm.
He had a feeling of déjà vu, like being proposed to in public.
This made him feel an indescribable awkwardness.
Hearing this, Mortis smiled, gripping Oliver's hand tightly, and then announced to the believers, "The Divine Envoy has acknowledged us!"
"May Janus reveal the path for you, for me... and for this world!"
The believers cheered joyfully, as if they had obtained some incredible treasure.
Of course, they all believed Oliver was the Titan's Divine Envoy, which was why they were so excited.
Mortis also had no intention of revealing Oliver's true identity.
Since the Path Titan had said so, there must be a reason, and she didn't need to do anything unnecessary.
After a long period of cheering, the Saintess and the priests successfully completed the ceremony, and this farce finally came to an end.
Mortis, the Saintess who should have faced death, survived because of Oliver's intervention. Instead, the Archon died, and Oliver became one of the key figures in the city.
Since he was personally appointed by the Titan, no one dared to object.
Since the Archon's death left a power vacuum, many high-ranking political and religious officials began to stir, hoping to advance further.
In the evening.
This was the 'Hour of Parting Sorrow' according to the Amphoreus timekeeping method, but due to the illumination of the dawn machine, Amphoreus never experienced night.
Even during off-hours, the sky was blindingly bright.
Mortis arranged accommodation for Oliver, located right within the Temple of the Three Fates.
"Your chambers are being prepared. Why don't you come rest at my place first?"
Mortis looked at Oliver gently, a hint of shyness in her eyes.
This was the first time she had invited a man home—everyone thought she had a partner to have a daughter, but in reality—she was still a virgin to this day.