The crowd's gazes flickered, thoughts whirling in their hearts.
Although the stele was mysterious, they didn't really understand it, and its specific effects were still unknown.
They were all aware, however, of the effects brought by the divine fruit.
More importantly, following Morton's method, he might not even be able to acquire the stele.
He was gambling.
"Alright, Brother Morton, we are willing to follow your method!"
"I agree too!"
For a moment, everyone was nodding.
The only blonde woman among them hesitated slightly, glanced at Morton, saw the zeal in his eyes, and could only nod helplessly.
She didn't want to deceive the Church Court, but she didn't want to see Brother Morton so excited, only to end up disappointed.
"Beili, what about you?" Morton looked at the small and ruthless Beili, who was the most talented in the group aside from Morton.
Beili's eyes flashed sharply, suddenly brightened, then dimmed again, saying, "Alright, I agree!"
"Bang!"
