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“So what should I do while waiting for these two hours?”

Leaving Keerderon’s residence, Su Yu led Dima through the crowded street.

He checked his task panel, currently accepting only three tasks: The main story [Golden Glory of the Goldfinch Empire], [Saint of Orleans City], and a hidden task related to Tina [Centaur’s Lingering Feelings].

“Shall I now teleport to Orleans City to start the [Saint of Orleans City] storyline?” Su Yu stroked his chin.

After some thought, he shook his head: “No, if the main storyline there just happens to be a high-difficulty task or a time-limited task, I might not be able to return on time.”

Su Yu gave up the idea of heading to Orleans City.

Main story missions are extremely difficult.

Just like the three-stage task he just completed for Keerderon, whether it was delivering letters or sneaking into the count’s mansion, it wasn’t something that ordinary players could accomplish.

Granted he was able to complete it by relying on good equipment, powerful spells, and a lot of energy.

Opening two main storylines at the same time would be too much for him.

“If I’m not heading to Orleans City, I’ll use this time to join the [Scholar’s

Temple]. The headquarters of the Scholar’s Temple is in Goldfinch City.”

Su Yu remembered the invitation from Pism, the old mage from the novice village. After joining the [Scholar’s Temple], he could also reap quite a few benefits.

Once decided, he acted.

Su Yu asked the city guards for directions to the Scholar’s Temple headquarters, then obediently followed their directions, riding Dima towards it.

The headquarters of the Scholar’s Temple is located in the southwest of Goldfinch City, alongside various churches of various faiths.

The exterior of the Scholar’s Temple headquarters looks similar to a church, but the hall of the church is not enshrined with a statue of a god, but a statue of a gigantic stone book spread open.

Most of the members of the Scholar’s Temple are mages, they don’t care for divine protection, they only desire endless knowledge.

The moment he stepped through the gate of the temple, the bustling noises of the street outside disappeared instantly, leaving only the solemn silence unique to the temple.

On both sides of the hall are rows of neatly arranged bookshelves, many mages in robes are engrossed in reading here, not even glancing at Su Yu’s arrival.

Not long after, a page boy came over from the side and whispered to Su Yu,

“Sir, is there anything you need help with?”

“I’m here to join the Scholar’s Temple.” Su Yu took the [Scholar’s Temple Invitation] out of his backpack and handed it to the page boy.

Seeing the signature on it, the page boy’s eyes lit up: “This is an invitation from Master Pism!”

He didn’t dare to slack off: “Please wait here for a moment, I’ll go notify Master Haimleke! ”

“Okay.” Su Yu nodded.

After the page boy left, Su Yu went to the bookshelves and started flipping through the books, soon immersing himself in the sea of knowledge.

It was about ten minutes later.

An angry middle-aged man’s voice sounded, coming from the entrance of the corridor behind the stone book statue:

“Outrageous! Does Pism have spiritual energy coins stuffed in his brain? As long as I’m here, I’ll never allow a parvenu to join the temple!”

“But, Master Haimleke, Master Pism does have the authority to make him one of us…” another voice said.

“No way! I shall never allow the stench of the nouveau riche to tarnish this holy temple, where is that nouveau riche?” Haimleke looked at the page boy.

“He’s over there.”

The page boy weakly pointed to Su Yu, who was flipping through books by the bookshelf.

Haimleke is a mage in his mid-thirties, wearing a slightly wrinkled earth-yellow mage robe.

Probably due to constantly staying indoors reading, his complexion was an unnatural pale.

However, judging from the magic surging around him, he was at least a fifth-order mage, one of the main forces of the Scholar’s Temple.

Upon seeing Su Yu, he immediately stormed over.

Even from a distance, he said rudely: “Please leave! Our Scholar’s Temple never accepts parvenus whose brains are just mush! Even if you hold an invitation personally signed by Pism, I will never allow you to join!”

“Is that so?” Su Yu calmly closed the book in his hand, pushed it back onto the bookshelf, then turned around to look at Haimleke.

From Haimleke’s words, Su Yu roughly understood what was going on.

This involved the internal struggle of the Scholar’s Temple, and he just happened to stumble upon it!

Within the Scholar’s Temple, there has been constant debate about issues concerning the temple’s management and development.

A faction of members led by Pism believe that the temple should attract some wealthy merchants and nobles to join. They would pay membership fees, which would cover the temple’s daily expenses.

And once they had money, the temple could purchase more valuable books, even start their own academic journals, exchange ideas with scholars across the country, brainstorm and make collective progress.

This was why he invited Su Yu.

But the members of the temple, led by Haimleke, don’t think so.

They vowed to defend the purity of the Scholar’s Temple, believing that the temple should be the sanctuary of scholars, and should not be tainted by the metallic smell of merchants and the stench of nobility.

And they believe that once merchants and nobility join the temple, with their successful experiences in business and politics, it won’t take many years for them to infiltrate the management and even the top tier of the Scholar’s Temple.

By then, the Scholar’s Temple would exist in name only, completely becoming a tool for the worlds of politics and business.

Both parties make sense.

But for now, it seems that Haimleke’s faction is dominating, hence the outright dismissal of Su Yu.

Su Yu didn’t mind Haimleke calling him a ‘nouveau riche,’ because he was indeed one!

But as for the “brain is just mush,” he was not okay with that.

“Who says the brains of nouveau riche are mush? Many nouveau riche are extremely knowledgeable! Take me, for example.” Su Yu looked at Haimleke calmly.

“You?”

Haimleke scrutinized Su Yu.

An ordinary first-order mage wearing leather armor, no less.

This set of armor seemed to be filled with some special energy, every part of it reached the quality of a first-order rare item.

“Hmm? Not a native resident? An adventurer from another world?”

Haimleke had heard about adventurers from other worlds, seems like something created by some great power.

But his disdain grew even more noticeable:

“You? What knowledge could an adventurer from another world possess? How many days have you been in our world? Could you have accumulated more knowledge than we scholars who have studied for decades?”

Haimleke couldn’t be bothered to deal with Su Yu. After giving a cold snort, he turned around and walked towards the corridor behind the stone book statue.

But just then, a light voice sounded from behind him: “Would you like to bet, Haimleke? If I lose, I’m willing to give away 1 million spiritual energy coins!”