"The Holy Church sent someone over?"
Although the Holy Church had already left Donglan, they were still the main religion of all human society. They were the cornerstone of all the Gods' churches. Naturally, they would be highly valued if they sent an envoy here.
I received such an important notice right after I returned to my residence. No wonder these guys were in such a hurry to find me. It was likely that the Holy Church's envoy group wanted to see me.
"Cough, you tin cans blocking the door outside, you must be tired. Go back and rest. I really won't go missing again."
"No need, Your Highness. We're not tired at all!"
But judging from the uniformity of their replies, which were filled with anger and resentment, my good intentions only provoked their anger.
Perhaps it was because I had been sneaking away too many times recently. Right now, even Eliza and Kelly were looking at me with unfriendly expressions. If it wasn't for the fact that they still needed my help, their tightly clenched fists would be quite powerful.
"They're probably foreign guests who wanted to see me. Fine, I'll go see them right now."
However, they shook their heads and handed me a document. It was a list of the Holy Church's envoy group. At this moment, I finally understood why they were so mysterious and full of resentment.
"Damn, Cardinal Soros, the vice leader of the Holy Blade Knight group, 'Red-Winged Vulture' Aivla, and 'Miracle Hand' Estrada. They're all important people."
I had been on high alert ever since I saw this list. I had originally thought that it was just an ordinary diplomatic meeting, but the people who came this time were far too important. It was obvious that the reason for their visit wouldn't be so simple.
"Soros is ranked seventeenth among the cardinals. Although it's impossible for him to become the next pope, his reputation and reputation are quite good among the cardinals. He's also famous for being a moderate. The Holy Blade Knight group is also known as the number one Knight group of the Holy Light. You should know better than me what kind of organization it is. After all, you were also a member of the Holy Church back in the day. "
There was a hint of melancholy in Callie's tone. Perhaps, she had also recalled that unpleasant past.
"As for Estrada, we haven't heard any news about him for more than a hundred years. But in our memories, his title of 'Miracle Hand' is far less famous than 'The Strongest Holy Knight.' Three important people like that have come together, and they've come so silently. I'm afraid things are going to be quite troublesome. "
The three of them were all higher-ups of the Holy Church. The Holy Church's Council of Cardinals was the highest authority in the entire Holy Church. In fact, even the pope was elected by the Cardinals. Now that Holy Light was at its peak, any Cardinal that went to any country would receive a reception that far exceeded that of a country's ruler.
As for the other two, they might not have as high a position in the church as the cardinal, but in terms of personal prestige and strength, they were far beyond the mortal Soros.
"The Holy light?" "Of course I'm familiar with them. After all, I was one of them back in the day …"
The Holy Blade Knight group was usually stationed in the Holy Church's headquarters. The number of missions they received was pitifully few. Many of their members were princes and princesses from various countries, which was why they were jokingly called the Old Soldier Knight group or the Decorative Knight group. But to the Holy Church's enemies, this Epic Knight group was destined to be the ultimate nightmare on the battlefield.
I had heard of the "Red-Winged Vulture" Aivla before. She was the youngest of the three vice-leaders, and it was said that she was a Child of Holy Light with the bloodline of an angel. She was a natural undead killer, and the number of liches and undead mages she had killed could probably fill up a phone book's worth of names.
Although she didn't have much experience, her power level was definitely quite high. And as the vice-leader of the Holy Blade Knight group, her status wasn't any lower than that of a cardinal's. And the Knight escorting the envoy this time were all her direct subordinates.
The Holy Blade Knight group was an incredibly unique Knight group. Their official Knight was an ace Knight that was meticulously selected from all over the world. And the Knight attendants were mostly the sons of royalty from various countries, apart from those with good potential.
They were either willing or forced to come here. If everything went smoothly, they would be the bridge between the Holy Church and each country's royalty. But if something went wrong, they would become unlucky hostages for both sides.
This was also why the Holy Blade was known as a Knight group for retirement. Indeed, the Holy Blade didn't have many missions and would spend all day doing all sorts of political activities. But looking at it from a different angle, if a Knight group of this level had missions every day, the world would have long since descended into chaos.
Back in the day, I was also a Knight candidate. But if I couldn't become a Legend, I would probably remain a Knight candidate for the rest of my life. As for that "Miracle Hand" Estrada, I was even more familiar with him.
"… It's obvious that they did this on purpose. They actually sent that indifferent teacher."
That's right, back in the day, I was Estrada's Knight attendant. And this Miracle Hand had already become famous over five hundred years ago. He was one of the strongest existences in the entire Holy Knight group. During the Yongye Calamity, we even fought against each other.
"One of them is a cardinal who represents the pope's will, one of them was the boss of my Knight group back in the day, and one of them is my Knight teacher. Should I say that they think highly of me? They've really put a lot of thought into their preparations. "
Although all three of them were specially chosen to deal with me, no matter what the Holy Church intended to do, sending such a large group of envoys definitely wouldn't be a small matter.
Kelly and the others also had bitter expressions. Everyone was quite familiar with the Holy Church's style. This list of envoys that was obviously prepared was far too heavy. No matter if they had good intentions or bad intentions, they definitely wouldn't have sent three powerful individuals who could be considered influential in human society just to go through the motions.
However, I smiled. What would come would come sooner or later. The Holy Church had always viewed themselves as the masters of human society. It would be strange if they didn't react at all after I caused such a huge commotion in the Northlands.
"Let's just leave them hanging for now."
"… This is the Miracle Hand, a living Myth rank existence. His legends have been passed down for several hundred years. He's basically the incarnation of Holy Light. "
"Then all the more reason to leave them hanging."
If it was any other envoy, it wouldn't have mattered much. But if the opponent was Miracle Hand, it would obviously be a bad idea to hastily accept the challenge. Besides, I could faintly guess why they were here. Leaving them hanging to express our dissatisfaction and indifference would make it easier to negotiate later.
"Have the tin cans keep a close eye on them. Don't let them wander around and cause any more trouble."
Under my command, the tin cans entered. However, the leader of the bear-like Knight had a difficult expression.
"What? You're saying that you can't do it? Idiot, who told you to actually block the door? Go ask that old man on the outside about combat techniques and Holy Light Divine Arts, ask that vice team leader about the teachings of Holy Light, and confess your troubles and sins to that Cardinal. Form four teams, and ask each team for at least four hours. I don't want them to even have time to eat or drink. "
The Knight, who was as thick as a bear, had a hesitant expression.
"But if they don't teach us …"
"One of the teachings of Holy Light is' never reject those who desire the light. 'When you find an excuse not to teach them, just say this while crying for them to see. Let's see how they deal with this. "
Right after I said this, the Knight outside the door had expressions of eagerness. To be able to be taught a move or two by such a world-famous Knight was something they could only dream of.
"Hurry up and go. Such a good mission. If you don't want to do it, I'll find someone else. "
Seeing how the tin cans hurriedly left the door, I knew that old man Estrada was going to be busy. As a living legend of the Knight, these passionate youngsters would definitely treat him well.
"You're so evil. No matter what, he's still your Knight teacher."
"Yep, he's not the first teacher to chase after me, nor is he the first to be tricked by me. Tricking him is no problem at all … I'm really not talking about you. Heloise, don't bite me!"
Alright then, there was a constant warning on my head, and the stares from behind me were even more piercing.
"Amelia, don't glare at me like that. You probably didn't count back then … Fine, I apologize, I sincerely apologize to the two teachers. Please let go, Miss Heloise … She's been losing quite a lot of blood recently. If this continues, she'll really die."
I finally managed to get rid of the "binding equipment" on my head, so I packed up and prepared to go out again.
"Um, in order to avoid being blocked by Estrada, I'd better go out and lie low. If those fellows come looking for me, remember to tell them that I'm on a long trip … Why are you guys taking out your weapons? I'm doing serious business here, I'm definitely not trying to slack off! I swear on it! If I tell even the slightest lie, let Beifeng be struck by lightning! "
"Isn't that fellow often struck by lightning? He has no sincerity at all … Enough with the nonsense. Your mission today is to finish all the work on these three desks! Before you finish, you won't be able to go anywhere! "
…
"Damned heresy! Damned barbarians! One day, I'll get rid of all these evil and heresy! "
In Diffindor's external hotel, the three leaders of the Holy Church were sitting together discussing important matters. Meanwhile, the youngest of the three, Aivla, was furiously roaring in her room. She had a deep hatred for the undead, and she had always been filled with resentment ever since she entered Diffindor.
Soros, who was smiling wryly, was a kind-looking old man. He was currently doing his best to calm his colleague's anger, but to be honest, he was also quite angry. This was the first time in the past ten years that he had gotten angry.
High-level undead were actually openly appearing on the streets, and ordinary citizens were even using low-level undead as laborers. If it wasn't for the fact that he had already received some information beforehand, he would have thought that this was the legendary Undead Plane.
Just like the furious female Knight, Soros also did his best to suppress his urge to personally "purify" the undead. After all, based on the information he had received, if he personally did so, not only would no one thank him, he would even become a "murderer" who would be marked by this god-level barrier. That would mean endless trouble for him.
"Glorious Gods, why do you protect these evil undead … And that divine oracle, holy God of Light, just what are you planning? Why did you send your most loyal servant to this uncivilized land? "
Even the most devout believer would have complaints at such a time. Soros recalled the mysterious divine oracle that had sent him here, the undead living like ordinary people, and the top-secret information he had received. At this moment, Soros even began to doubt his own faith.
"An undying Roland? I never expected such an existence to exist."
Unlike Aivla, who only knew part of the inside story, Soros had a clear understanding of his current mission. He was even more qualified to read the ancient scrolls that had been sealed for several hundred years.
He flipped open the darkest page in the Holy Church's history, which was symbolized by the light. The Undying King, forbidden spell mage, Son of Holy Light, God's Envoy of the Law God, a man who betrayed the Holy Light, and the King of Heretics. All these halos were gathered on a single person. Even the Cardinal Cardinal was astonished and afraid when he thought about that person's legendary past. He didn't understand why he had to come to this land of heretics, or why he had to make a deal with the King of Heretics.
"My Lord, was that a test from you? Please forgive me for doubting your will, but just look at the demons and monsters on the streets. I really feel like I'm making a deal with the devil! "
Just like in the past, the Cardinal's somewhat blasphemous and disrespectful prayers didn't receive any response. But to him, this was yet another manifestation of his unfathomable divine might.
While his companions were filled with resentment, the legendary Great Knight Estrada continued to read his own book, as if he hadn't heard anything at all.
Estrada didn't seem like an epic hero at all. His appearance was average, his height was average, and his muscles weren't particularly developed. Even his Holy Power wasn't obvious. He seemed just like an ordinary person. And on the way here, Estrada maintained a silence that Soros couldn't understand. He was either reading a book or drinking tea. Anyone who didn't know better would think that Estrada was a tourist here for sightseeing.
But there was nothing Soros could do about this senior who looked even younger than his own grandson. He could only let Estrada do as he pleased.
One of his companions was infuriated. Soros had to constantly be on guard against her raising her sword and doing something that would affect the Holy Church's reputation. One of his companions lived in her own world, and Soros couldn't interfere at all. Although this wasn't his first time serving as an envoy, Soros truly felt like he was getting old. Was it time for him to retreat?
But before the old trouble was over, new trouble had arrived. The sky wasn't even fully bright when Soros heard the commotion outside the door again. It would seem that the lost sheep seeking the teachings of the Holy Light had arrived again.
Although it was a good thing that there were people willing to accept the teachings of the Holy Light, it was already past three in the morning. That was quite annoying. Yet, these young people were so sincere and considerate. They even kept saying that "the Holy Light will never reject those who seek it." This made Soros, who always paid attention to his image, unable to say anything harsh to them.
But wasting time like this wasn't a solution. Soros and his group were here to discuss important matters, not to spread the Holy Light's teachings. Being surrounded by such a group of people would make it impossible for them to do anything.
When Estrada heard the young man's voice from outside, he could only smile bitterly. Last night, he had also been pestered quite badly by Estrada. Estrada couldn't even bring himself to refuse this sincere young man. Teaching others was quite tiring, and teaching several hundred people in one day had nearly killed him. If he had to do it again today, nobody would be able to take it anymore.
"It would seem that I can't keep wasting time like this. Otherwise, Roland will definitely have even worse tricks up his sleeves. It's time to talk to him directly."
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