After the banquet, a day of rest followed, marking the official start of the three-party talks.

In the original hall of the Joan of Arc Castle Church, it was filled with delegations from all sides and Salvation Army monks.

Under the pillar-composed hall, the bench was occupied by those dressed in indigo-dyed cloth, brocade satin, tattered burlap, and even covering their bodies with fur instead of clothes.

As the host of this meeting, Madlan announced the resolutions one by one.

Most were agreed upon unanimously within three to five minutes, as the day after the banquet was reserved for Horn, Ludvik, and Louise's communication time.

So, under the dome, the echoes were repetitive:

"Sugar-Oil Trade Agreement." "Passed!"

"Open Border Agreement." "Agreed!"

With the main issues resolved, what remained were the minor details, such as flags, names, and titles.

To provide a sense of participation to those present, the Salvation Army directly solicited names from the attendees.

"Firstly, we need to highlight our alliance nature. Secondly, we are the orthodoxical state religion, deserving of holy, just, and bright. Thirdly, we must show our determination to resist the church," Horn shouted toward the enthusiastic crowd.

"It would be best if it also had the effect of promoting our strength." Madlan, as the Truth Elder, supplemented.

Before Madlan could finish his sentence, Rudilo raised his hand high: "Invincible Holy Warriors Alliance."

Madlan directly ignored him, and asked the others: "Who will be the first, is there anyone who wants to say the first one?"

"Why complicate things? Just call it the Anti-Church Alliance," a monk impatiently shouted.

"We gathered together because we opposed the church, so why not be straightforward and call it the Damn Church Alliance?" a Secret Party Wizard from the Ruo'an Faction, Refruwa, stood up and suggested first.

This idea obviously didn't get the majority's approval, and people began to complain.

"Too vulgar..."

"It doesn't highlight our orthodoxical state religion characteristic."

"Yeah, at least it needs to have a symbol representing holiness, right?"

"How about, Damn It Church Alliance?" Refruwa thoughtfully added a holy symbol "屮" to the organization name.

"No, this will create punctuation issues." A Blago monk immediately stood up against it, "Is it '屮' the church or church alliance? Wouldn't that mean cursing oneself?"

"Then what's your brilliant idea?" Refruwa asked displeasedly.

"We've formulated the Joan of Arc Castle-Long Embankment City Agreement here, we should be called the Entente." That Blago monk boldly suggested.

Horn almost stood up from his chair to oppose.

Fortunately, a priest from the Salvation Army immediately refuted: "The Entente already exists; it's a Beastman Kingdom alliance."

"Duplicate? Oh, what a pity." The Blago monk said in shock, then blinked, biting his finger helplessly, and sat back down.

Horn secretly let out a sigh of relief; luckily, they didn't choose that name, as it would be too unlucky.

"I have a proposal." Suddenly, Busak stood up, "You see, we are gathered here to resist the church, Shelley City, ry Court Barracks, and Long Embankment City form an arc on the map.

So, we might as well call ourselves the Holy Resistance Arc, what do you think?"

Holy Resistance Arc?

Horn stroked his chin; it sounded like a good name, yet he couldn't shake the feeling he'd heard it somewhere before.

"It seems this name is good, what do you think?" Horn turned his head towards Louise, who was bored and yawning.

"I think it's a waste of time, say one, and everyone obeys, isn't that fine?" Louise blew out a smoke ring.

She enjoyed smoking not just because of addiction but also for its nerve-soothing and brain-relaxing effects.

After all, as age increases, the mana's pressure on the witch's body becomes heavier.

In fact, the lifespan of witches has no known endpoint because, before natural death, when they realize their madness is uncontrollable, they proactively end their lives.

Or they might wreak havoc on church grounds.

"Names that one comes up with oneself and agrees to oneself hold a sense of identity." Horn knew Louise was usually autocratic and didn't speak much.

"Resistance Arc is a good name."

"It's certainly better than those two previous ones."

Many monks in the audience were filled with praise.

"I don't think it works, we only have three parties now, which can form an arc. If more join in the future, won't it become a wave line?" Jeska suddenly stood up and objected.

Since Busak blocked Jeska's honor granting back then, the two have been at odds, often finding trouble and being unhappy with each other.

"It's a temporary name, we'll deal with more later." Busak coldly smiled.

"Hmph, who says it's three parties?" An ironic voice came from the side, making Blo cross his legs, "Only Secret Faction and Salvation Army, call it the Holy Straight Line."

The venue suddenly went cold, and everyone focused their gaze on the speaking fat monk.

"Rang Buluo!" Ludvik suddenly stood up, jogged over to him from the stage, grabbed his arm, and forcibly lifted him up.

"Let go of me, Ludvik, do you still consider me a friend?" Rang Buluo spit out, but Ludvik didn't care and dragged Rang Buluo out of the venue.

The venue fell silent, and everyone's gaze shifted back and forth between Horn and Ludvik.

"It's nothing, just a technical adjustment, you can continue your discussion, carry on talking." Horn stood up calmly and pretended to go to the bathroom.

Instead, he detoured from the small halls on both sides of the Holy Arrival Hall to the small garden outside, while Ludvik had just stuffed Rang Buluo into a carriage and sent him off.

Ludvik turned around and saw Horn walking out from behind the flowerbed.

"Your Excellency, I'm really sorry..."

"Are you going to tear up the agreement?"

"No, no, no, it's just that an extra procedure is needed." Ludvik looked at the bright sunshine, "Your Excellency, can you accompany me for a walk?"

"Of course." Horn made a gesture of invitation and strolled on the green grass in the small garden.

The two walked in the garden where bees were flying, and Ludvik was silent for a while before he began to explain: "Blago Monastery is not a monastery, but an assembly of monastic orders..."

The Blago Monastery is a collective of the monasteries in the entire Kasha County, including thirty-three monasteries, distributed across all four townships of Kasha County.

According to the system left by Juanuo, it is divided by township, and one or two highly respected monks are selected from each monastery.

Any monastery representative or cathedral monk, that is, a monk serving in the main holy position at Blago Monastery, can initiate a vote to decide whether to pass a certain resolution.

Now that Rang Buluo, as cathedral monk and the second figure of the monastery, can certainly exercise this right.

With Ludvik's prestige, he can easily persuade most of the abbots of the monasteries, while Rang Buluo is obviously lacking in popularity and prestige.

"So what is he doing this for?" Horn still couldn't understand, "Isn't this pointless?"

Ludvik couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Rang Buluo originally opposed our alliance, he thinks the people of Kasha County should still do business with the Church."

"Oh, I get it, he thinks the resistance is just to show a stance, a strike, and the Church still represents orthodoxy?" Horn more or less guessed Rang Buluo's stance.

"That's about it." Ludvik rubbed his temples with his thick fingers, "We originally agreed that, no matter what decision was made, it would be made together with him, even if he disagreed.

But I was too eager before, directly bypassing him to reach an agreement with you, planning to keep it from him until everything was settled.

But somehow someone leaked the information to him, he confronted me face to face, I had to lay it all out, he accused me of breaking my promise, and we parted on bad terms."

Someone leaked the information, just in these two days?

Raising his eyelids, Horn's eyebrows twitched for a moment before returning to normal.

Standing opposite him, Ludvik suddenly felt a chill, as if the short young man before him had momentarily transformed into a man-eating tiger.

Raising his head, Horn's smiling face showed some suspicion: "Your prestige can't suppress him?"

"I was the one who broke my oath first in this matter, he holds the rational ground." Ludvik leaned weakly against the carved stone pillar, "We've been hanging out since we were in our twenties, what does my prestige count for with him?"

This will cause more issues, and dragging on like this will waste another half a year.

Horn couldn't help but think, why not just assassinate him.

But this old monk is, after all, a veteran of Juanuo, being killed on his own territory would be a significant blow to the Salvation Army's credibility.

This is especially apparent given his clear opposition to the Salvation Army, anyone can see it.

"Can you persuade him?"

"He's both pedantic and stubborn, often arguing and throwing tantrums with Juanuo, and he's now in a bad mood, it's beyond persuasion."

Ludvik bowed sincerely to Horn, startling him.

"This is indeed my fault, you can ask for any compensation you want."

With the conversation at this stage, what else could Horn say: "Alright, then you sign the most basic ones first, like opening the border, and then join the alliance as observing members first."

After discussing the aftermath, Ludvik and Horn returned together.

As soon as they sat down, Madlan cheerfully reported good news to Horn:

"Your Eminence, during your absence, we've already picked a good name, both meaningful and easy to remember."

"Oh, what is this very meaningful name?" Seated again at the long table, Horn asked with a smile around.

The name evidently had everyone's approval, as no one objected.

Busak cleared his throat and stood up: "Bachelor Kerben of the Dragon Language Scholar Association said that if we consider the sun's path from east to west as the horizontal axis, then Long Embankment City and the ry Court Barracks are almost on a vertical axis.

We believe this is not just an ordinary straight line, but a line that can extend and expand outward.

It is the eye of the storm where storms gather, the gathering place for all who resist the Church, or the axis of the sphere.

Therefore, we unanimously agree to call it - the Holy Axis!"