Chapter 150 The End of the Anti-Cult Lecture

As the anti-cult lecture in the Lichtenstein Castle Chapel gradually drew to a close,

the voice of the person sitting at the podium grew deeper and deeper, like the sound of the wind fading into the distance.

"When we suspect that we or our friends or relatives may have encountered a cult, we should seek help from professionals in a timely manner."

The people around listened quietly, their eyes full of focus and thought.

The light from the stained-glass windows gradually illuminated Lanchi's figure in the afternoon sun, as if using a sacred aria to guide people to the other shore of truth.

"..."

While listening to Lanchi's lecture, Hyperion wondered why she was listening to her classmate's lecture in the Shadow World, and she also began to feel scared.

She had already moved closer to Lanchi to protect his safety.

She worried that if Lanchi continued like this, even if he didn't unleash the Great Poet of Love, the two traitors would jump out and fight him.

Putting herself in the shoes of the two Rebirth Cultists, Hyperion felt that she might not be able to handle it mentally.

Presumably, they had encountered two super elites whom the Rebirth Church had spent a great deal of money to cultivate and perfectly conceal in the world.

It was precisely because of this that the two cultists were not only harmful in the Shadow World but also extremely terrifying in the real world.

No one knew when the two of them would sneak into a seemingly respectable position in the real world, eroding it like poisonous insects and delivering a fatal blow at a crucial moment.

Under Hyperion's strict guard,

"Let us work together to resist the harm of cults, protect ourselves, our families, and our society by raising awareness, actively learning, and seeking help in a timely manner!"

"Okay, today's lecture is over."

Lanchi stopped speaking and announced the end of the lecture.

He stood up from behind the long table and asked the challengers:

"How are you all feeling now?"

"Besides being a little tired, I'm also quite happy that class is finally over."

The young master of the Chamber of Commerce had regained the feeling of attending school, and it was as if the principal had come to the class to teach in person, and no one dared not listen carefully.

The atmosphere of this lecture was not oppressive.

Because the challengers knew that the lecture itself was driving the traitors crazy, sometimes they couldn't help but want to laugh while listening.

Now that the lecture was finally over, everyone felt that the only pressure they had had been swept away, and they felt refreshed.

"I've learned a lot, Mr. Lawyer."

"It's a great loss to the church that you couldn't join our church."

The three clergy members from the Northern Continent seemed to have gained new insights and thanked Lanchi.

They had even begun to think outside the box and discuss how to use this new type of lecture-style technique for identifying cultists in reality.

"It's okay, I have a good relationship with High Priest Loren. I will do my best to help you."

Lanchi also nodded in return, and a sense of responsibility arose spontaneously.

He was even more convinced that he should let his clergy friends from the Northern Continent master some practical methods for dealing with cultists.

This was closely related to the security of the entire Northern Continent.

It was undoubtedly doing great good and accumulating great merit.

"So, what's next?"

The young master of the Chamber of Commerce looked at Lanchi curiously again, wondering if Lanchi had any other ideas.

The young master of the Chamber of Commerce, who had seen a lot of the world, was now looking forward to it. He had never felt that any Shadow World could be so fun.

After being messed with by the lawyer, the fifth-tier Shadow World, which was full of panic, oppression, and suspicion, seemed to have completely deviated from the theme of "killing game." If the lawyer continued to play, the two Rebirth Cultists would probably have a lifelong psychological shadow, regardless of whether they killed the lawyer or won or lost in the Shadow World.

Following the detective, the nature of the game had changed again because of the lawyer.

"Of course, what comes next is actually the most critical."

Lanchi nodded calmly, a smile appearing on his face again.

"Everyone, please listen carefully. I have a way to make everyone's emotions written on their faces later. I will use magic after a countdown. If you see anyone showing obvious anger, you can basically determine who the traitor is."

Hearing this, everyone's expression was a little surprised.

There was such a trump card?

It turned out that the lawyer had been trying to kill the cultists in order to clearly distinguish the emotions of both sides.

They never dreamed that

this five-day, five-night reasoning game would reveal the answer unexpectedly before the first night even arrived!

"Everyone must calm down and concentrate now, understand?"

Lanchi's deep gaze stared at everyone present, his voice low and powerful, like a rolling stone breaking through the wind.

Faced with his gaze, people nodded nervously, no matter what they were thinking in their hearts at the moment.

The atmosphere in the entire chapel was once again strained to the extreme, like a string about to break.

"Three..."

Lanchi's voice echoed in the silent hall, like an ancient bell, striking everyone's heart, and suspense filled the air.

"Two..."

"One..."

Under that sharp, eagle-like gaze, he continued to count down, almost reaching the end. People's hearts were in their throats, as if the world would be turned upside down in the next moment.

"Hey, I'll use it later. I'll see who's panicking first."

Lanchi suddenly showed a playful smile at the corner of his mouth and said, spreading his hands easily.

Nothing happened.

Everyone was stunned, their eyes full of astonishment, and their heartbeats seemed to be disrupted by Lanchi's sudden smile.

"※!"

"Mr. Lawyer, you'd better really catch the traitors during the day, otherwise I can't imagine what they'll do to you at night."

However, the challengers knew that the hearts of two people must have been about to explode just now.

The result was that Lanchi's sudden pause was the most psychologically damaging.

"This time it's for real, three, two—"

Lanchi's expression suddenly became serious again, as if the joke time was over, causing everyone to quickly restrain their words.

Because Lanchi's countdown speed had obviously accelerated, they felt their heartbeats accelerate in an instant.

Then he suddenly laughed again,

"Did anyone panic?"

Lanchi seemed to be confessing a joke to liven up the atmosphere, that there was actually no such magic.

"You're really enough!"

Following the prayer ceremony and propaganda lecture, it was now a stand-up comedy show.

He fabricated such a threatening spell out of thin air, inducing the traitors to consider whether to seize the opportunity to strike before their identities were exposed. It was a pure psychological game.

If he had scared the traitors out just now, it would have been an empty-handed trick. Even if he didn't scare the traitors out, it would only make the traitors more angry.

And with the traitors unable to distinguish between truth and falsehood, every decision had to be made with their nerves taut, allowing Lanchi to manipulate their heartbeats!

Constantly alternating between relaxation and tension, torturing and destroying the traitors' minds, and if Lanchi were to conduct a few more rounds of the game, perhaps the traitors would really be unable to bear it.

It was a pity.

Looking at the sky outside the French window, the clouds became thicker, with a reddish-orange glow.

The time they could safely gather together was running out.

In all likelihood, they would have to wait until tomorrow when they had a full day for the lawyer to host activities to torment the traitors.

But the strange thing was that all the challengers felt inexplicably less psychological pressure.

In addition to the reversal of the situation in the morning, they had played games all afternoon, and now even the dangers of the evening had little to do with them.

Because the hatred had all been absorbed by one person—

The two traitors could ignore the remaining two days of the mission deadline tonight.

They could also let the werewolves and witches go.

But it was impossible not to try their best to hunt down the lawyer!

Lanchi, with his own strength, had applied an indescribable level of taunt to the two traitors.

"..."

Just when everyone thought that Lanchi's third round of activities had ended in regretful failure,

Lanchi had already raised his right hand with a smile, and as if throwing petals, gently released an orange epic card.

(End of chapter)