Mental Illness Evolution Manual - Chapter 115

Duo Duo’s words, amidst the noisy explosions of fireworks, were no different from a peaceful clap of thunder.

Her ability was precise, it wouldn’t make mistakes. Before, she had been thinking of remembering this Red Cardinal, to see if she could use it to find some confidential information about the church.

But before she could use it, the church’s biggest secret, their foundation, had already been exposed.

But why did this Red Cardinal come to the capital? It was indeed something worth thinking about.

With this incident, there was no point in watching the fireworks anymore. The four of them squeezed out of the crowd and started their unexpected overtime.

Following Duo Duo’s guidance, they first went to see where this cardinal was now.

During the New Year period, the security in the capital would only be stricter, not looser. In addition to traffic police, armed guards were stationed at every street corner, two by two, responsible for maintaining order.

Under these circumstances, the church members wouldn’t deliberately cause trouble.

So, his purpose was worth pondering.

This Red Cardinal was called Saint Heart.

Saint Word, Saint Heart, and Saint Covenant were the three cardinals of the church. Nominally, they were equal, but in reality, Saint Word, as a member of the Yan family, was above the other two. Many orders were issued by him, and the other two carried them out.

Saint Heart’s ability was related to predicting the future.

Of course, he wasn’t a good person either. Any good person with a conscience and foresight wouldn’t seek a place for themselves in the church, let alone climb to such a high position.

He was a complete and utter, self-serving villain.

He didn’t care at all whether others lived well or not. He wouldn’t feel guilty or uneasy.

He had come to the church on his own initiative. He had said something very mysterious—he had seen the prosperous future of the church, and then he had volunteered.

Saint Heart’s ability was very useful. This was also the reason for his confidence. The person in power didn’t like this kind of ability. Although the predictions of the future were all somewhat limited, they did exist.

The Yan family suddenly had such a person. They had to investigate him. But when they discovered his life experience, it was indeed very mystical. It was as if he could predict the future, accurately avoiding all kinds of disasters, big and small. He never worked, he only relied on stock trading and investment, but he had always been smooth sailing, never losing money. He could always accurately sell his shares before they fell.

So, he actually had a lot of money. But when a person has money, they start to want power, they want more. Especially someone like Saint Heart, who was self-serving. He felt that he didn’t have enough.

For example, some clubs were only for the children of powerful families. They were the only ones who could become members. Saint Heart had money, but money was useless here. He needed fame and power.

He couldn’t accept this treatment.

So, he carefully considered his options and finally chose the Yan family to be his superiors. He leaned on the big tree and rose to the top.

His personal wealth was more than that of some small tycoons. Saint Heart didn’t lack money. What he wanted was a permanent position.

So, this time he came to the capital, not to cause trouble, but to find a new employer.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see what the president’s attitude was towards these tycoon families.

There were so many tycoons back then. When the first tycoon was in trouble, no one thought of lending a hand. Instead, they happily joined in to divide up his property. Later, more and more tycoons were in trouble, but still, no one helped.

Why? Because no one thought they would be the unlucky one. It always worked to pull down a group and then attack another. Later, the families realized it was too late. The Federation had already become powerful and had real power. Dealing with the remaining stubborn elements who were running around was easy. They just had to crush them.

Now, only the Yan family was the most powerful. They would eventually clash with the Federation. Even without the ability to predict the future, Saint Heart had already guessed this.

Perhaps he had been thinking about it during the day, and he had a prophetic dream at night. He dreamed that the imperial city was on fire, and Saint Word was shot dead by a sniper from somewhere.

He woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and immediately decided to leave.

He couldn’t stay with the Yan family or the church anymore.

Since he had joined the Yan family and become a cardinal of the church, his quality of life had obviously improved. But even the best things were useless if you didn’t have your life.

For his own sake, wasn’t it normal to betray his old employer? The church often betrayed its partners. He was just learning from them.

Saint Heart didn’t come to the capital on a whim this time. He was prepared.

The Resistance had people in the Federation. Of course, the church also had people in the Federation. Saint Heart contacted a person who was neither high nor low in position, but who was very influential—the deputy minister of finance.

This deputy minister had been a deputy for more than a decade, but his superior was the president’s confidant, so he had no hope of promotion.

Unless, the president was replaced, and of course, a new team would be brought in. His superior would step down, and he would naturally have a chance for promotion.

It was still uncertain who the next president would be, but with achievements, it would be different. Achievements were bargaining chips. With this great gift, no matter which candidate he gave it to, he would quickly gain a place in their hearts.

Saint Heart couldn’t go himself. He wasn’t in politics. He needed an intermediary, and the deputy minister of finance was the person he had chosen.

For this, he had another prophetic dream. The result was very good. He didn’t die, and he even moved to the capital.

In the dream, he was standing by a floor-to-ceiling window, looking out. He could even see the Federal Presidential Palace.

This meant that his choice was right!

Saint Heart rubbed his hands together. Taking advantage of the New Year holiday, he went directly to the deputy minister’s door.

At that time, the deputy minister was enjoying his rare holiday time at home.

The reconstruction of the major cities was in full swing. Besides the construction teams, the Ministry of Finance was the busiest. Every project needed money. There were too many places to rebuild, and he had to handle all the expenditure documents. He was busy every day, and even his half-day holiday was stolen time. His wife and daughter complained that he had to put down his work. He finally had a peaceful New Year’s Eve dinner.

Otherwise, he would still be working overtime in his study.

When the doorbell rang, the deputy minister was very surprised. Who could be visiting at this time? And they didn’t even send a message.

He was a man who was dedicated to his country and people, and he loved working overtime. He lived in a very simple place, just a regular two-story house.

He only hired a maid, but she had gone home for the New Year.

The deputy minister was curious. He looked through the surveillance camera and saw a stranger. He didn’t think much of it. His first reaction was to not let the person in.

No matter who this person was or what they wanted, it would definitely be trouble.

The person outside seemed to know what he was thinking. He held up a piece of paper with the words: “I have some things to discuss about the church.”

The deputy minister’s eyes narrowed. He told his wife and daughter to go back to their room. He went to the living room and opened the door. Without saying anything, the person outside walked in, following him to the study.

This meant that they wanted to have a serious conversation.

The deputy minister didn’t relax. He sat behind his desk and asked in a deep voice, “What do you want?”

Saint Heart slowly revealed his identity, “I am the Red Cardinal of the Holy Healing Church. I came here mainly to discuss a matter that is beneficial to both you and me.”

As far as he knew, there were two people who had ambitions for the next president and were the most competitive: the Minister of Information and General Cheng, who was stationed in the south.

Of course, Saint Heart was more optimistic about the latter. Military power was sometimes more useful than connections.

He explained his thoughts in detail.

The deputy minister was stunned. He really didn’t expect to receive such a great gift on New Year’s Eve.

The person opposite him was still talking, thinking that he had grasped his weakness, “Deputy Minister, you’ve been unable to get promoted for many years. You must be feeling a little frustrated. With your ability and experience, you’re more than qualified for a promotion. But there’s someone above you, and you’re always called ‘Deputy Minister.’ You can’t remove the word ‘Deputy.’ In my opinion, it’s a real shame.”

Deputy Minister: Yes, yes, yes.

Saint Heart continued to paint a picture of the future, his tone very sincere, as if he was thinking of him, without any selfishness.

He said that if he joined forces with General Cheng and directly wiped out the church, exposing their evil deeds, it would be a great service to the country and the people. The public’s support rate would definitely skyrocket.

Then, Deputy Minister, you would be a great hero who helped the new emperor ascend the throne. A position as a full minister would be within your grasp.

After painting a picture of the future, he turned to talk about himself. He changed his expression, sighing and saying bitterly, “For so many years, I’ve been living in fear of the Yan family’s power, afraid to leave. Now I finally see an opportunity to turn over a new leaf.”

“I know everything about the church’s affairs, their bases and branches. I just want to give this confidential information to the Deputy Minister in exchange for my life.”

“From now on, I just want to live a peaceful life. I hope these troubles will have nothing to do with me anymore.”

“If what I said was false, why would I take such a big risk and come to you personally to seek help and cooperation?”

The deputy minister’s eyes were strange. He thought for a while, his face struggling, but his heart was overjoyed.

This cardinal was really good at picking people.

He lowered his head, hiding the pity, joy, and schadenfreude in his eyes, “Every word you said hit the nail on the head.”

“They call me Deputy Minister, but I’m just a lackey under my superior. I have no freedom.”

He took a deep breath and put on a resolute expression, as if he was being tempted by power, “Since that’s the case, I have to consider myself.”

Saint Heart finally smiled, “That’s exactly what I meant.”

“But I can only give you half of this information. I hope the Deputy Minister can understand my predicament.”

The deputy minister nodded, “I understand. I’ll contact you again after I finalize things with General Cheng.”

It was refreshing to talk to smart people. The two exchanged their private contact numbers. Saint Heart walked out of the room, feeling that his trip had been worthwhile.

The deputy minister stayed in the room, and a smile suddenly spread across his face. It was because, in addition to his current job, he had another secret identity—a member of the Resistance.

Yes, the deputy minister was a man dedicated to eliminating the tycoons. He had no family background. He had reached his current position purely through his own talent.

Of course, the president also had a talent for recognizing talent. Otherwise, even if he was more talented, he wouldn’t have been able to rise to the top. These important positions would only be controlled by people from the families.

The deputy minister felt that the president was his patron. In this position, he could even more deeply understand the harm of the tycoons. These families had stolen not only the people’s interests, but also the country’s blood.

He never imagined that a cardinal would come to him and offer to be an informant. The organization was having trouble with the church. Now, they had found a breakthrough.

He was always a calm person, but now he was beaming. He immediately contacted his superior, Bamboo, to report the matter.

Although it was already midnight, his superior still replied, saying that he had done a great job. He had to keep this cardinal under control and extract more information from him.

The deputy minister was pleased with this. He felt that victory was within sight. He happily went to find his wife and daughter. He wanted to finish the New Year’s Eve dinner and open another bottle of wine to celebrate.

On the other side, his superior, Bamboo, told the other leaders about what had just happened and contacted the president.

Bamboo was none other than the Minister of Finance.

The minister knew that his deputy was a member of the Resistance, directly under him. But the deputy didn’t know that his superior was also a member. The information he usually passed on was often deliberately leaked by the minister.

Poor Deputy Minister thought that he was doing a very professional job as an undercover agent. He had secretly done a lot of things for the Resistance. He felt a sense of crisis, as if he was walking on thin ice, but he also had a sense of patriotism.

He didn’t know what his reaction would be when he found out about this.