The Greatest Estate Developer - Chapter 381: Make the Angel Cry (1)
“Have you ever taken a shower with 2 billion liters of holy water?”
Twitch.
Lloyd casually asked, catching everyone off guard. The Hell Knight, Sir Geo-Rexius, standing beside him, visibly flinched.
At the mention of “2 billion liters of holy water,” he instinctively trembled, particularly his second cervical vertebra.
On the other hand, Javier elegantly furrowed his picturesque eyebrows.
“Holy water?”
“You don’t know?”
“Of course, I know.”
“Right?”
“Yes.”
Javier nodded.
“I’ve heard that high-ranking priests create holy water through their utmost devotion and prayers. It’s said to be incredibly powerful against wraiths, evil spirits, demons, and most undead.”
“Exactly. It’s extremely powerful.”
Lloyd nodded in agreement. The power of holy water was indeed formidable.
Even just a few drops on an average zombie or ghoul would cause them to writhe and disintegrate.
Even a powerful demon straight from hell would weaken to the level of an ordinary human if drenched in it.
“So, the Hell Knights would be vulnerable to holy water too. If it’s poured over them, they’d be significantly weakened.”
“Yes, they would. Probably to the point where an ordinary Swordmaster could take them on.”
“Exactly.”
Lloyd smiled with satisfaction. Javier tilted his head slightly, still doubtful.
“But that’s why I question the feasibility of this plan.”
“You have doubts?”
“Yes.”
“Do you think my plan is too far-fetched?”
“Just a little.”
“Why?”
“You mentioned 2 billion liters of holy water.”
“Yeah, I did.”
“That’s why.”
Javier furrowed his well-defined brows again, his lips shaped like they were drawn by a master painter.
“I’m wondering if there’s a way to obtain that much holy water. From what I’ve heard, even the most exceptional high-ranking priest has to starve themselves and pray for a hundred days to barely fill a single ink bottle with holy water.”
“Yeah, that’s correct. You’re spot on.”
“But 2 billion liters? Isn’t that a bit too far-fetched?”
“Not really.”
“How come?”
“Because I’m not just getting holy water—I’m going straight for the concentrate.”
Lloyd’s grin widened as he hinted at his plan to Javier.
“Archangel Raphael.”
“…Ah.”
Javier paused, while Lloyd’s grin only deepened.
“Now do you get it? My plan.”
“Are you planning to obtain the tears of an angel?”
“Yep, exactly.”
Lloyd nodded confidently. It was entirely possible, and he had a good chance of succeeding.
“You’ve heard about the effects of angel tears, right?”
“Yes. When I was younger, a pilgrim visiting our village once shared stories about theology with the village children.”
“Is that when you heard about it?”
“Yes. They said that angel tears are a powerful ingredient in making holy water.”
“Correct. A single drop of an angel’s tear can produce an enormous amount of holy water.”
“But… isn’t 2 billion liters a bit of an exaggeration?”
“Why?”
“I recall that a single drop of an angel’s tear produces only about 1 liter of holy water. Have I been misinformed?”
Javier tilted his head, confused. He couldn’t wrap his head around Lloyd’s bold claim of producing 2 billion liters of holy water.
“No, you learned correctly. You’re spot on. To be more precise, you mix 1 milliliter of an angel’s tear with 1 liter of pure water to create 1 liter of holy water.”
Lloyd explained with a sly grin.
It was true.
Mixing angel tears at a ratio of 1:1,000 results in excellent holy water.
“It’s kind of like mixing bleach with water.”
The principle was similar. Just as you dilute bleach with water to make a cleaning solution for bathrooms, you mix a small amount of angel tears with water in the right ratio to produce standard, effective holy water that can wipe out zombies, ghouls, evil spirits, and demons like mold from tile grout.
Lloyd added with a chuckle, “But that’s only when you have tears from a 9th-tier angel, the lowest rank.”
“Are higher-ranked angels’ tears even stronger?”
“Yep.”
Lloyd nodded, giving Javier a look that said, *You didn’t know this, did you?*
“For every tier higher, the concentration of the tears increases tenfold.”
“So then, does that mean…”
“Yep, you got it. The tears of an 8th-tier angel can produce 10 liters of holy water from 1 milliliter, while the tears of a 7th-tier angel can produce 100 liters. It’s simple math. So, how much holy water can you make from 1 milliliter of a 3rd-tier archangel’s tear?”
“…”
“Come on, it’s basic math.”
“…”
“You’re not still counting, are you?”
“No, I finished the calculation as soon as you started explaining. But…”
“But what?”
“The calculation says… 1 million liters.”
“Correct. Well done.”
Lloyd praised him with a look of satisfaction, like a teacher commending a student for doing well.
“Your calculation is spot on. In theory, just 1 milliliter of a 3rd-tier archangel’s tear can produce 1 million liters of holy water.”
“…”
“With 10 milliliters, you get 10 million liters. With 100 milliliters, 100 million liters. And with 1 liter? You get 1 billion liters of holy water.”
“…”
“So, all we need is 2 liters of the archangel’s tears.”
“…”
“Hey.”
“…”
“Why so quiet?”
“Ah, it’s just that…”
Javier frowned deeply before responding, “Earlier, I was worried because your plan seemed unrealistic.”
“And now?”
“Now, I feel sorry for Raphael.”
“Why?”
“Because if it’s you, my Lord, I have no doubt you could easily extract 2 liters of tears from anyone, even an archangel.”
“Hey, I’m not some heartless scoundrel who would exploit others like that.”
“…”
“Is that really what you think of me?”
Javier nodded solemnly.
Lloyd exhaled heavily, wanting to argue but swallowing a strange sense of melancholy instead.
“Anyway, you get the gist of the plan now, right? We just need to extract 2 liters of tears from the archangel. How about it?”
That’s all it would take.
With that, they could easily produce 2 billion liters of holy water. Enough to not only drench the Hell Knight legion but to give them a full waterpark experience.
*I’ve also considered how to secure the water, the method of production, and how to distribute it.*
All of this was part of his comprehensive Plan B.
Lloyd reaffirmed his plan to himself, while Javier shrugged.
“If it’s theoretically possible, it’s worth trying.”
“Right? What do you think, Rex?”
“…I’m terrified.”
“Huh? Of what?”
Sir Geo-Rexius hunched his shoulders.
“Hearing ‘2 billion liters of holy water’ alone sends shivers down my spine. You’re not planning to pour it on me, are you?”
“Of course not. But while we’re on the subject, what would happen if you were submerged in holy water?”
“I’d probably be in a similar state to what you described earlier. I’d be weakened to the level of an ordinary Swordmaster.”
“And how long would it take for you to recover?”
“It would take at least an hour for me to fully recover from the effects of the holy water.”
“Perfect.”
“Yes, my lord. But there’s one issue.”
“An issue?”
“The plan you shared with Sir Asrahan is excellent. You’ve clearly thought about how to produce the holy water, and if executed, you’ll obtain an incredible amount. But… to follow through with this plan, don’t we first need to meet an angel?”
“Yeah, that’s true.”
“That’s what concerns me. How do you, a mere human, plan to meet an angel? Is that even possible?”
Sir Geo-Rexius’s eyes gleamed with genuine concern.
Lloyd stroked his chin thoughtfully.
“Meeting an angel, huh? That’s not an issue.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve always been meticulous about completing assignments.”
He flashed a knowing smile. He wasn’t exaggerating—it was the truth.
When it came to assignments, Lloyd had always been thorough.
No matter how tough, challenging, busy, or exhausting it was, he had never skipped an assignment.
“Of course. The tuition for my school came from the money I earned during my leave. If I didn’t maintain my grades, I’d cry thinking about all the money I’d wasted.”
He couldn’t afford to be careless.
He had to be tenacious.
Recalling those grueling days, Lloyd smiled.
“Besides, it seems like that assignment was just completed.”
“Excuse me?”
The Hell Knight tilted his skull in confusion.
Lloyd casually pointed with his chin behind Sir Geo-Rexius.
“Behind you. Maybe this is an unexpected encounter for you.”
“Huh? What…”
Following Lloyd’s gesture, the Hell Knight turned around and froze in shock.
Realizing who had been standing behind him all this time, his lower jaw trembled as he spoke.
“A-A-Archangel!”
The Hell Knight’s call was tense and serious.
In response, the Archangel Raphael turned. But instead of hostility or tension, there was no atmosphere of an imminent clash.
Surprisingly, as soon as the Archangel and the Hell Knight recognized each other, they greeted each other warmly.
“Haha! Commander of Hell’s First Legion? It’s been a while.”
“Indeed, it has. Is this the first time since the Divine-Demonic War?”
“Probably? How is your mother doing?”
“She passed away. 3,761 years ago.”
“Oh dear. What happened?”
“Old age. At least she went peacefully.”
“I’m sorry to hear that. I was too busy with work to pay my respects. My belated condolences.”
“It’s fine. We’re beings who live by the demands of our duties.”
“True. That’s why we clashed during the Divine-Demonic War.”
“Indeed. Though I had a slight advantage.”
“Oh? Did you? I seem to recall having the upper hand.”
“Well, well. Modern angels do have a tendency to forget things.”
“Haha, I wouldn’t say I’m any worse than you, Commander.”
“Hmm? Should we settle this with a duel right now?”
“Let’s not. I’m a guest here in this territory.”
“What?”
“That’s why I happened to run into you here, Commander. Isn’t that right?”
Archangel Raphael turned to Lloyd with a smile.
Lloyd replied with a wry smile, thinking to himself.
*I knew it. The setting in *The Iron-Blooded Knight* was accurate. I made the right call bringing the Hell Knight to the estate.*
A detail from the novel *The Iron-Blooded Knight* crossed his mind.
It mentioned that the heavenly realm and hell weren’t in opposition. While they might clash in cases like the Divine-Demonic War, those were rare exceptions.
*They’re not fundamentally enemies. They’re more like different departments in the same company.*
If heaven was like the administrative department handling the world’s overall management, including prayer requests, hell was like the special post-mortem division in charge of death, punishment, and reincarnation.
*So when they do clash, it’s not out of personal animosity but due to conflicting work interests, like departments butting heads in a company.*
That’s why it wasn’t unusual for angels and Hell Knights to have personal friendships, despite their official duties. Just like Archangel Raphael and Sir Geo-Rexius, the commander of hell’s first legion, who were catching up after a long time.
*In any case, for similar reasons, we can’t expect help from heaven during this hellish invasion. Heaven isn’t a force opposed to hell. They might even remain neutral or side with hell, supporting the restoration of fate.*
That’s why, when the situation with the Dragon King Verkes didn’t pan out, Lloyd hadn’t reached out to heaven for assistance.
He didn’t expect any help.
He knew it would be pointless.
“In any case, since you know Rex well, no need for introductions.”
“Rex? Is that… the Commander’s nickname?”
“Yes. He’s agreed to work with me for five years. As a contract employee.”
“Is that so.”
Archangel Raphael’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. Then, as he turned to Sir Geo-Rexius, his gaze filled with pity.
It was a sympathetic look that seemed to ask, *What on earth led you to sign a contract with this human?*
“Commander, did you… hear the song?”
“You too?”
“…”
“…”
For a brief moment, they shared a look of deep camaraderie, born of shared suffering.
Lloyd’s lips curled into a bitter smile.
“Well, whatever you think of my singing, this is perfect timing. I actually have some business with you, Archangel.”
“Business? With me?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of business?”
Raphael, who knew all too well how crafty Lloyd could be, looked at him with a hint of caution.
But whether the archangel was on edge or not, Lloyd shamelessly continued.
“I was wondering, if I sang while slowly and carefully plucking out a single armpit hair, would that bring tears to your eyes?”
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