Chapter 1424: Chapter 655: Twin Blades United: The Frenzied Expansion of the Tulip Bubble_4
By coordinating with the Zero-level Sacred Relic we possess, [Dead Sea Scrolls], we will surely acquire the Promised Land given to us by the Holy Father.
Even if the Spiral Annals doom the world, we, the Remit people, can become the Chosen People of the new world!”
“Roar—!”
Everyone was filled with morale for that wonderful future, their palms clapped until they were flushed red.
Only Hal Black’s eyes slightly flickered, transmitting the firsthand intelligence on site to his own Chief God.
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North Sea Empire, Kingston, Ganquan Palace.
In the garden of September, besides the ever-blooming Red Roses, it was planted profusely with tulips.
Elsewhere, September is clearly the season for harvesting bulbs, but here tulips bloomed especially bright and splendid.
Clang! Clang! Clang!…
Among the colorful flowerbeds, the wind howled, and two Mithril Swift Swords clashed, scattering sparks across the sky.
Two blurred figures flashed back and forth, a moment ago pursuing each other in the flower clusters, and in the blink of an eye, they each stepped forward onto the atmospheric stratosphere.
Sword light interconnected, slicing the white clouds into disarray.
Only at the instant the swords clashed could their figures be vaguely seen.
One, naturally, was Byron, dressed in a white shirt, the other, the [Finance Queen] Catherine, with golden hair draped over shoulders and tied with a ribbon.
A slim red dress with black lace-trimmed floral sleeves, the ties on her waist and back cinched tightly, as she spun and swung her sword, the skirt flaring out like a grand red rose during the fight.
The two had reached the pinnacle of Fifth Order, gathering all preconditions for ascension, only a step from the Apotheosis Ritual to the half-step Sixth Order, even the aftermath of their battle could severely injure an ordinary Fourth Order Hero.
“Ah, satisfying. You haven’t been home recently, and nobody can spar with me, my body was nearly rusting.”
Byron affectionately smiled at her, raising his hand to tuck a strand of Catherine’s golden hair behind her ear:
“It’s different now, as long as sister wishes, I can be by your side anytime.”
After morning practice, the exhilarated sibling duo lay shoulder to shoulder on a white cloud, silently watching the miniature version of the Netherland Kingdom below.
Along with the real-time intelligence relayed by Hal Black.
Catherine embraced Byron’s arm, pursed her rosy lips:
“In my original script, starting from July, I increased purchases to induce speculation, fermented throughout the second half of the year, climaxing during winter.
When they realize the arrival of spring, they must plant the bulbs and can no longer conduct deliveries, then they’ll gradually realize these ‘contracts’ cannot turn into their hands.
Thus triggering panic selling.
Harvesting would occur in January or February the following year.
Unexpectedly, that old Pope actually spent heavily, gathered the Orthodox Alliance, catching us off guard.
By then, as the flames spill over, the financial market will no longer develop according to our plans.
However, this is not much of a problem.
I have the [Financial Divine Office] on hand, only needing to push it slightly.”
Saying this, she stretched out her fair little hand to grasp Byron’s big hand, activating the [Financial] Divine Office, and wielding the [Invisible Hand].
Byron likewise activated his [Human] Divine Office, deploying the [Mind Undercurrent], then together lightly pushed towards the Netherland Kingdom below.
Easily stirring a frenzy in this country’s collective unconscious ocean, mainly of the Remit people.
Whoosh—!
A rush of Spiritual Wind blew past everyone.
Their [Invisible Hand], [Human], both were the persona god authorities most capable of touching core human collective unconscious essence.
Whenever wishing to harm human opponents, no Old Gods’ authority could compare to their destructive power.
Especially in the profoundly human-affected financial market, at this time, they were akin to Demigods overlooking all beings!
At this moment, the Tulip Bubble began to rapidly swell.
With a tilted ear, waves surged in the collective unconscious of Netherland Kingdom, a blended voice of male, female, old, and young sadly singing:
“Finally, the venal frenzy flooded everything like a raging tide;
Greed slowly rolled in like a foggy haze spreading, obscuring the sun;
Politicians and national fighters defiantly indulged in futures;
Noble madams and servant heads shared dividends alike;
Judges becoming brokers; bishops feasting on commoners;
Monarchs putting their kingdom on the table for gold and silver;
All beings dance, using their remaining life to please your Queen!”