Just as Oliver expected.
Not long after, someone arrived in the forest.
A sexy, large-breasted woman with golden hair stood beneath the treehouse, looking up and respectfully calling out:
"Aglaea of Okhema requests an audience."
At that moment, the treehouse door opened, and the surrounding branches actively moved closer, bringing the two people down.
Aglaea saw that the young girl was breathtakingly beautiful, dressed in a white gown that complemented her fair skin.
Moreover, the other party felt like kin to her.
She thus received her answer: the Resurrecting Saintess truly possessed a Titan Seed of Fire.
Teacher Ti Bao was right; she must be the Death Titan.
A gleam flashed in Aglaea's eyes. Now there was one more Seed of Fire, provided this Titan was easy to talk to.
Then she looked at the young man.
He was handsome beyond description—in short, the most handsome man Aglaea had ever seen in her life.
Although he appeared gentle, refined, and harmless, he subconsciously inspired reverence in her.
It felt as if displeasing him would lead to death.
At least, that was how the Golden Silk responded.
Aglaea was very confused. What kind of person could travel with the Death Titan?
He even gave her a sense of deadly threat.
"I am Aglaea, the Demigod who received the Seed of Fire of the Romantic Titan, and currently the archon of Okhema."
"I have come to visit you both this time because I wish to invite you to join the flame chase journey and save the world."
Aglaea's tone was extremely gentle and courteous.
The scent of humanity was strong.
This stood in stark contrast to the cold Aglaea depicted in the script.
Oliver curved his lips into a smile.
Aglaea, whose humanity had not yet been extinguished, was quite cute, young, and her thoughts could even be seen through with a single glance.
Speaking of thoughts, Oliver's gaze subtly swept over Aglaea's body.
He had to admit, she was quite attractive.
Especially the golden pattern imprinted on her chest, mostly covered by her clothes, which made people want to pull them open to see the complete design.
"Fire Chasing, huh?"
Castorice had recovered her Remembrance of the previous life and remembered the previous candidates for the Seed of Fire in the re-creation of the world.
She did not answer immediately.
Instead, she turned her head to look at Oliver, seeking his opinion.
This detail was noticed by Aglaea.
She felt slightly surprised:
Why would the Death Titan seek the opinion of this young man?
Could it be... that this young man was actually the Death Titan?
Swapping identities to disguise themselves?
She truly couldn't imagine who could influence the actions of a Titan—that was the God of death of Amphoreus.
"We can go take a look. If we're happy, he can save the world while he's at it. If he's not happy..."
Oliver nodded in agreement.
Only then did Castorice reply to Aglaea: "Mhm, then we will go with you to Okhema."
Aglaea was stunned for a moment.
She hadn't expected it to be this simple?
They agreed without even mentioning any conditions?
She had originally thought she might hear some excessive demands, such as sacrifices or power.
She hadn't expected these two to be so agreeable.
"Thank you both for your righteousness. Please follow me."
Aglaea bowed respectfully.
This represented her sincerity toward the Titan.
Other Chrysos Heirs wouldn't have this opportunity.
Along the way, Oliver also learned about the current situation in Okhema from Aglaea.
Aglaea came from a tailoring background and only gained a bit of prestige after becoming a Demigod.
She was called the archon, but the Senate actually nominated her for the position because they viewed her as young, lacking means, and easy to manipulate.
Currently, the real power in Okhema lay in the hands of the Senate.
Oliver didn't care about this at all.
It didn't matter who held power; he only cared about Castorice and Polyxenia.
Going to Okhema was merely to see if he could trigger the completion conditions of the script.
Soon.
The three arrived at Okhema.
A magnificent city-state!
It was about the same size as Janusapolis.
A gigantic statue soared into the clouds.
"Welcome to Okhema, both of you. I will arrange accommodation, and the ownership will permanently belong to you both."
Aglaea said with a smile.
Oliver was very satisfied with this; he could only say she knew what she was doing.
He naturally understood that this was because the other party recognized Castorice's identity as a Titan; anything offered was reasonable, aiming for that Seed of Fire.
It wasn't that he was satisfied just by taking a small advantage; rather, he liked her attitude.
If she had tried a judgment or ruling like in the script, Oliver would flatten Okhema for her, no matter the cost.
Aglaea led the two to the house she had prepared earlier.
It was quite luxurious and not just a perfunctory effort.
"I hope we get along well in the future. If you have any problems, you can always come and find me."
Aglaea was about to leave and find a room when Oliver called out to her again.
"Where is the communication slate?"
The communication slate was essentially a mobile phone.
But Oliver forgot that in this era, Okhema was not yet connected to the network.
Aglaea looked at him confusedly: "I apologize, I do not understand. What is a communication slate?"
"Oh, right. It's too early."
Oliver scratched his head, then pulled Aglaea back down to sit.
"You are the Romantic Titan. You can use Golden Silk to sense targets, and Golden Silk can also transmit signals. You only need to spend some time laying Golden Silk throughout the entire Okhema, and then use materials of a special composition to display the information within the Golden Silk. This way, you can achieve real-time communication. Do you understand?"
"Furthermore, you can use the Golden Silk to eavesdrop on all sounds in Okhema, including the secret meetings of the Senate."
Oliver imparted this entire concept to Aglaea.
After hearing Oliver's idea, Aglaea showed a look of sudden realization.
"So this is how it's solved? That's incredible!"
Previously, a vague concept had been swirling in her mind, just needing the final push.
Today, Oliver explained it to her thoroughly.
This was exactly what she wanted: something that could transmit messages in real time while also monitoring the movements of the Senate.
Aglaea suddenly grasped Oliver's hand, her joy undisguised: "Thank you, Mr. Oliver!"
She was completely different from the indifferent Aglaea of the future.
Castorice felt slightly uncomfortable seeing another woman shaking Oliver's hand and holding it for so long.
She was about to step forward, but remembering her own characteristics, she stopped two steps away and said, "Lady Aglaea, it's getting late."
Aglaea recognized this as a hint to leave, and not wanting to overstay her welcome, she bid the two farewell.
As soon as she returned, she immediately immersed herself in designing the Golden Silk network.
Just a short time later, however,
Oliver and Castorice received another visitor.
It was an Automatons with an unusual appearance.
The center of its chest was a hollow cavity.
"Greetings to you both."
The Automatons greeted them with a very polite bow, "I am Luguesigos, an honorary Elder of the Senate."
"Hearing that you two have traveled a long distance, I have specifically come to pay my respects."
Looking at his courteous demeanor, anyone would praise him as a great person.
Oliver narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the Automatons.
Naturally, he recognized Lygus.
The operator of the Imperial scepter.
This one before him was merely a segment of data from the one behind him participating in the Amphoreus simulation.
Of course, Oliver completely disregarded the Lygus in front of him, and cared even less about the schemes behind him.
Because,
You simulate Amphoreus, and I am simulating your simulation of Amphoreus.
Oliver's focus was only on Castorice; things like the scepter or the Emanator were all insignificant.
Moreover, he had no affection for the Senate and did not want to deal with them.
"Which foot did you step in with first just now?"
Oliver countered with a question.
Lygus thought for a moment, then chuckled: "Ah, it was my left foot, honored sir."
Oliver: "You dare to step in with your left foot first? Get lost."
Bang!
As soon as Oliver finished speaking, the door was slammed shut.
Lygus stood at the entrance, stunned.
What did that mean?
Was stepping in with the left foot first wrong?