The most prestigious members of the Senate were all given the cold shoulder by Oliver.
There was no need to mention the other members.
Some were rejected for stepping in with the left foot first, others for stepping in with the right foot first.
Some were rejected for knocking with their left hand, others for knocking with their right hand, and some were even rejected simply for being ugly; Oliver turned them all away.
"That hateful fellow! We originally thought it was a test from the Saintess, which is why we kept coming to visit."
"Now it seems he is simply trying to humiliate our Senate!"
Several Elders gathered together to vent their anger.
Kainisi pressed her hands down: "Alright, calm down everyone. Since he won't accept our goodwill, we will try a different approach."
"Go and investigate the information regarding the Resurrecting Saintess, anything at all. Stop running around like headless flies."
"Think about how we managed to get where we are today as mere mortals. If the straightforward approach doesn't work, we'll use the covert one."
Having said that, Kainisi left.
Only leaving the others looking at each other in dismay.
They swore they would obtain the power of resurrection, even if it meant using dirty methods.
On the other side.
Aglaea had already built the prototype of the Golden Silk network.
As long as the experiment succeeded, she could begin deployment.
"Aglaea, you said that Mr. Oliver didn't ask about your abilities, yet he told you to deploy the Golden Silk?"
Tribbie stood to the side, looking up and observing.
Aglaea nodded: "That's right, My Teacher. He didn't ask; it's as if he understands me very well."
"In that case, take us to visit him."
Tribbie was very curious about Oliver's identity.
When Tribbie and Aglaea arrived at the house they had arranged for Oliver,
they saw Oliver and Castorice squatting on the ground, tending to potted plants.
"Hello there~"
Oliver heard the greeting and looked back.
It was a small, red-haired girl.
He was extremely familiar with her: Tribbie.
"Excuse us. My Teacher heard about the Golden Silk network, so she wanted to come and visit you."
Aglaea greeted them with a smile.
"I am Tribbie. Thank you for coming here and helping Aglaea."
Tribbie's adorable appearance immediately struck a chord in Castorice's heart.
But she knew Tribbie and knew that she was the original Demigod.
Therefore, Castorice was very respectful toward Tribbie, even in her child form.
Liking her but not daring to touch her was a form of torment.
"Hello to you both. It's nice to meet you."
Castorice waved her hand.
"Tribbie, how many of you are left?"
Oliver suddenly asked.
This question immediately made Tribbie become extremely alert.
"Emm... we still have 249 left. Is there a problem?"
Tribbie sensed that the other party held no malice, so she answered honestly.
After a hundred years of fleeing, many sisters had died.
The current 249 sisters, who knows how much longer they can hold out.
"Call them all back."
Oliver's expression was solemn, his eyes bright. "I can fix you."
Fix her?
How would he fix her?
Tribbie and Aglaea were both slightly confused.
They didn't understand what Oliver meant.
"How are you going to..."
Just as Tribbie was about to ask, Oliver raised his hand and interrupted her.
"It won't be too late to ask once you've recovered. No matter how much I say now, you won't believe it."
Seeing this, Tribbie reluctantly called the other Little Tribbie back, despite her doubts.
For some reason, all the Little Tribbie shared a common thought: Oliver was trustworthy and definitely wouldn't hurt them.
The group found an open space.
Oliver had the Little Tribbie gather together, then created a Bandage and wrapped them all up.
"This is..." Seeing this, Aglaea opened her mouth, intending to ask a question.
"Don't worry, Aglaea, we're fine." Tribbie stopped her, lest she discourage Oliver.
Soon, the more than two hundred Little Tribbie were wrapped into one large zongzi (rice dumpling) shape, squeezed together.
The worry in Aglaea's eyes was completely undisguised.
Oliver didn't pay attention; he simply continued activating the Bandage.
Soon, the large white zongzi began to deform, then shrink, and finally truly took the shape of a woman.
Suddenly.
Oliver picked up the woman formed by the fusion of the Little Tribbie and rushed straight into a room.
Aglaea was stunned. What was he doing?!
She instinctively chased after Oliver, worried about her Teacher.
Castorice made no extra movements, merely covering her mouth and chuckling where she stood.
She knew the reason.
If Oliver's Bandage was used to repair a target's body, it would eliminate the clothes, leaving the person naked once the wraps were undone.
Of course he had to take Tribbie back to a room.
In the bedroom.
Just as Oliver set down the mummy, the wraps came loose.
What followed was an R-rated scene.
Although Oliver had seen and experienced this content before, he couldn't resist the urge to look again.
As he expected, even if there were only a few Little Tribbie, the Bandage could restore them to their optimal state.
Tiresias.
What met his eyes was her long red hair and her slender, fair body.
Oliver couldn't help but recall the intimate moments he shared with Tiresias.
"What happened to me?"
Tiresias glanced at her body in surprise.
She had actually reverted from the fragmented Little Tribbie back to her original self, and all the overly consumed power...
...had been completely restored to the state she was in right after becoming a Demigod!
However, she was currently naked, and Oliver staring intently made things a little... awkward.
She quickly rolled over, ripped down the curtains, and wrapped herself up.
"Who exactly are you? How were you able to make me change back?"
Logically, she should never have been able to revert; her fate should have been for all her clones to perish in a foreign land.
Oliver casually conjured a set of clothes and tossed them over. "A passing Aeon of Abundance."
Just then, Aglaea rushed in.
When she saw Tiresias, she was completely stunned.
"My Teacher? Is that really you?"
"Aglaea, I've been fixed."
Tiresias said with a smile.
Although she didn't know how Oliver had managed it, the facts were undeniable.
Neither woman could harbor any further doubts.
"Do you know where your mother Mortis's body is buried?"
Oliver asked.
Tiresias paused, feeling that Oliver seemed to understand her very well, and she felt a strange sense of familiarity.
"I was very young then; I have no idea."
She hadn't witnessed her mother's death.
"Alas, alright." Oliver sighed.
He had originally intended to find Mortis's remains and use the Bandage to resurrect her.
If he couldn't find the remains, there was nothing he could do.
After so many years, her soul had likely vanished into the River Styx.
He turned and left the room.
Aglaea and Tiresias watched his retreating figure.
Both women had yet to recover from their shock.
With a casual wave of his hand, he had achieved the peak state for two Demigods.
Aglaea: "My Teacher, can I cling to his leg? My intuition tells me he can solve all our troubles."
Tiresias: "Aglaea, why don't you go try?"