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Java couldn't express what he was feeling like now.

The feather they found was filled with mystery and power.

When he was told that it took the strength of over 2000 people to transport the feather out from the mountain hole, he almost didn't believe it.

Of course, with gravity not on their side, they also set up hundreds of ropes and had people pull the single feather out.

He could imagine what the scene looked like.

At least when on ground level, it wasn't so heavy as pulling up several stories and feet high out of the mountain hole.

Some even died during the whole fiasco.

Several ropes broke. But while those with snapped ropes fell backward, those at tge forefront with unsnapped ropes were pulled in unprepared, falling to their deaths below.

It was then that many had cold seats, secretly securing themselves more.

He heard it took over 6 hours before they finally got the feather out of the mountain hole.

Such a thing was too fantasy-like for him to believe. But according to the reports, it really did happen.

This was what the Morgs were searching for.

This was it! They had acquired a Godly artifact!

Java took in deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He turned to one of the Kardinals of the highest order, Kardinal Polio Bartrum VIII... The man with the long black beard.

"Is it true?"

The old man nodded calmly: "Yes, heir. We have indeed acquired the holy feather."

The old man walked steadily beside Java. And as he and the rest walked, many passing people in robes of all fashions also stopped to bow or drop to their knees respectfully.

Everyone had their hands together as though in prayer as they walked about this 'holy space.'

Purple, red, blue, green, Dark green lines with silver fabrics, you name it.

There were 10 recognized rob colors, some being a different blend of 2 colors and others solid colors.

Some had robes with the left half green and the right half blue.

Again, their ranks were all shown by the strange patterns and designs on their majestic robes.

Of course, not just anyone could be privileged to enter this holy space. So those here had at least made it 2/3rd the way up the ranks.

There were also holy Thamans/priests with staffs too.

As one could recall, Thamans could pray and manifest Adonis' power in battle by praying and waving their staff around.

Doing this would place a confusion spell on the enemy. And in battle, they could even deflect arrows too.

Well, this was all their beliefs. And it has indeed happened as such, but due to weather and other causes.

Of course, one can't tell these Adonis people anything because they believed it to be the work of the Thamans.

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The Thamans and many others in robes quickly greeted the passing group.

And the old man, Kardinal Polio Bartrum VIII, massaged his long black beard thoughtfully.

"Heir... According to the reports, the Morgs visited the place twice after we acquired the feather. It seems they are still searching for the feather. And knowing them, it shouldn't be long before they discover it in our possession."

Java's eyes flickered.

Yes…

No secret can remain hidden under the sun for long. Eventually, it would be known to all, especially after seeing how much emphasis they placed on finding the feather.

Maybe they would only discover the truth after 100 years, 200, 50, 10, or even after 1 year.

The problem now was the uncertainty of the matter.

They now had a hot egg in their hands, meaning they had to deal with it fast.

Time was of the essence.

"What about the researchers? Have they been gathered yet?"

"Answering to the heir. The sacred feather only arrived 2 days ago. There are indeed several researchers already working with the feather, but more are still to come over the course of the year."

"Good. Good." Java was ecstatic. He arrived around the same time it arrived at the Holy Capital.

Wonderful!

He wanted to work firsthand on it too.

Who was he?

Java was the true heir of Adonis, a double agent living in Veinitta.

He was the great Chariton Java, the famous Alchemist who reinvented the Elixir of Youth.

The formula had always been there, but he worked on it, causing the Morgs to focus on grooming him for the better.

But little did they know that from the moment they opened their doors to him, he secretly worked hard infiltrating their lands.

He not only studied in Morgany but also did assignments in Dafaren Veinitta.

From birth, he grew up in Veinitta, and even his mother was an 'orphan' there too.

Of course, the father many think was his... Was, of course, a fake.

His mother had deceived and married the man while carrying him in her womb.

Many think he was born prematurely. But he wasn't. He came out after 9 nines, just as planned. And his mother was also a true Adonis woman.

In Adonis, though there was no royalty, there was indeed a specific group similar to this, called the Direct Followers.

These are people birthed by those with the highest ranks.

As Adonis law states, women in this group were never to show their faces from birth till they married.

Why? For the purpose of choosing double-agent women to go out and birth spies.

In his case, his father, the Supreme one, had even escorted his mother to Veinitta to ensure the plan was carried out swiftly.

With no one knowing what they looked like, it was easy to get around more often.

Java had arrived to stay until his coronation time.

He and everyone else felt this matter was a blessing sent from Adonis to him.

Java tightly clenched his fists: 'No matter what, I have to harness the blessed power from the feather before my ascension.'

The Morgs were still in deep search for the feather, and time was of the utmost importance!