Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 340 - 65: The Unlimited Silver Handkerchief Right

"Ah, this is it. You’ve been a great help."

Westheid joyfully took the *Song of Melody Ensemble*, gently stroking the patterns on its cover.

Seeing this, Rozana asked in confusion:

"The *Song of Ensemble* is a precious Ritual Book, and it can be used to enhance a Divine Ancestor’s Path, but it should be of no use to you, right?"

A Ritual Book was much like a Knight’s Magic Tome. It was an internal reference material that circulated only within the Thousand Laws Royal Court, a study guide for the Celestial God Path that couldn’t be obtained through any commercial means. However, Rozana, being a Half-Elf, had a background that could be traced back to the Elf Royal Family. Thus, at Westheid’s request, the Half-Elf Maid was still able to procure the Ritual Book.

’Or could it be that, just like with the Knight Path, Westheid had also been secretly practicing the Path of Thousand Laws Harmony?’

’No, that can’t be right. Practicing the Knight Path could be explained as a long-term plan, but taking on the Path of Thousand Laws as well would be a bit much, wouldn’t it?’

’What is he, some kind of Three Families’ Star Fury?’

Westheid smiled faintly. "It has its uses. It’s not a bad thing to start cramming some knowledge now."

Although he had already obtained a great deal of secret information from the *Poem of Destiny*, a Realm of Order with a legacy spanning several thousand years had more to it than just that.

If he wanted to make his mark in the Thousand Laws Royal Court, he had to be fully prepared.

Geography, culture, and local customs weren’t the most critical things. In a Realm of Order, the most important thing would always be everything related to its Divine Ancestor, and the Ritual Book was the best way for a mortal to understand a Celestial God.

After getting the *Song of Ensemble*, Westheid joined the banquet.

He raised a Glazed Cup that gleamed with moonlight and declared in a loud voice:

"Everyone! Since the separation of gods and mortals, the Qinghui Territory has made great strides and no small number of achievements. As for myself... well, I’ve made some minor contributions. Just integrating the Borderland, protecting the Southeast Imperial region, and taking on the minor role of Yonglan Knight King. That’s all. Just some insignificant deeds."

"My personal efforts are only one part of it. The key is the progress of our era. First, we must thank the progenitor of us, the Purity People..."

As Westheid spoke, he glanced at the Pure Holy Spirit. The White-haired Ancestor was tugging on his sleeve, hiding behind him, but she peeked out, her clear, beautiful eyes sizing up all the newcomers present.

The Witch of the Ring of Clear Skies, Mephit, and the other Knightesses all made her eyes light up. Compared to the young women among the Purity People, these newcomers—some heroic and valiant, others bewitchingly charming—left the Pure Holy Spirit quite satisfied.

Anyone invited into the Holy Land was guaranteed to be stunning; Westheid wouldn’t make things difficult for the Holy Spirit on this point. He would absolutely satisfy her pursuit of beauty.

"Hehe, hehehe..."

’Ah, well, no need to pay her too much mind.’ Westheid had originally planned to have the Pure Holy Spirit come forward and say a few words.

Although she had no semblance of dignity in front of him, the Purity People as a group still worshipped the Holy Spirit as their object of faith. The White-haired Ancestor was currently serving as a public figurehead, which could help conceal his own goal of Ascension.

The matter of Ascension had been demonized in the Mortal World. Even with the Celestial Gods long gone, most mortals subscribed to the belief that ’if any dare to overstep, the world shall unite to strike them down.’

This unworthy ancestor, if nothing else, was very useful as a cover. After all, one of the prerequisites for Ascension was that one could not be a believer. As long as one remained on the path of a great being, they would forever be shackled.

"Furthermore, I want to thank the friends, partners, and subordinates who have supported and helped me all this time!"

"While the Qinghui Territory is primarily composed of the Purity People, it will by no means be a paradise for them alone! What I want to build is a haven where all mortals can live—a home where Purity People, Imperial Citizens, and Yonglan People... even the Barbarian Tribes and Beastmen, can coexist in harmony!"

"So, let us not be proud or complacent! The road ahead of us is still bright, and our journey is not yet over. Tonight, let us indulge in a moment of rest!"

The audience was somewhat taken aback. Westheid’s words were tantamount to a declaration of his future ambitions, which was rather unusual. The Qinghui Territory’s power had already swelled to an excessive degree, completely surpassing the limits of what a single Branch of Prosperity could contain.

To be using such rhetoric about unity at a time like this... it was hard not to let one’s imagination run wild.

’He makes it sound so nice, but isn’t it all just about expansion at its core? How insatiably greedy, Duke Qinghui.’

’He’s not just brazenly expanding on Imperial territory; conquering the Country of Yonglan wasn’t enough for him. Now he wants to get his hands on other Realms of Order...’

Mephit and Yolanda, in particular—two subordinates who were quite familiar with Westheid’s ambitions—looked on thoughtfully. The blue-haired Knightess was the first to voice her agreement:

"I resolutely support all of Your Majesty’s decisions! Our blades fight for your vision!"

The fervor of the Yonglan Knights was no less than that of the Purity People. Or rather, when it came to conquering new lands, it was a welcome development for them.

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"The Qinghui Territory should have expanded long ago."

"Whatever Duke Qinghui proposes, we shall approve! Whatever Duke Qinghui commands, we shall obey!"

With the Knights livening up the atmosphere, Westheid’s speech immediately received an overwhelming response. However, most of them hadn’t thought it through, instead reacting out of trust in Westheid’s personal Charm, or perhaps out of amorous obsession.

But it was enough. What he wanted was absolute, unquestioning support.