St. Faro's Cathedral was an ancient building with hundreds of years of history. Logically speaking, it should be somewhat old, but to Luo Ya's surprise, it gave him a feeling of splendor.
Not to mention the spotless floor, the chandeliers, which seemed to symbolize the omnipresence of light, were specially made for illumination. There was no flickering light at all. Instead, it was as stable as the electric lights in his previous life. Under this stable light source, whether it was the walls or the ceiling, were filled with countless religious murals.
Luo Ya's understanding of the Primordial Goddess was still very limited. He could not understand many of the murals that depicted mythical events, but as a noble, he had been exposed to art appreciation since he was young. In the young man's opinion, these murals were not only beautiful, but many of them were also painted by famous artists. Such a large collection of murals could be considered a priceless treasure.
This was the sedimentation of a rich history, and also a comprehensive manifestation of the church's strength. After entering the door, Luo Ya was led to the auditorium by the staff. And then … there was no more.
It was not that the people of the church ignored him. It was just that they were too busy on the eve of a large-scale event, and there was a serious shortage of manpower. Helplessly, Luo Ya could only tour the area by himself. It was more than an hour later that he saw the Great Archbishop John.
He was an ordinary-looking old man with gray hair. He was no different from any of the people that Luo Ya saw on the way, but upon closer inspection, he gave off a kind aura even though he was not smiling. He was sitting on a stone chair with a red carpet, wearing a white holy robe. The lights in the room were not bright, but they seemed to be attached to his body.
Luo Ya felt like he had stepped into an epic legend. The feeling of reverence skyrocketed. He was surprised, but he could not describe it. But he knew the reason.
The Sefirah [Mercy] was one of the most suitable sefirah for humans that the Heathkrit had firmly controlled since ancient times. Katya once said that the high-ranking Transcendents of this line were like saints in the eyes of mortals. Lies and sins had nowhere to hide in front of them.
"Akat family, Luo Ya Akat, is here to meet you. It is my honor to meet you, Your Majesty John."
In the face of such a strong person, Luo Ya naturally did not dare to be disrespectful. The young man placed his hand on his chest and reported his family name, showing his good upbringing. John looked at the cute child's serious face and could not help but laugh.
John's voice was heavy, and when he said Nuo Aier's name directly, Luo Ya was stunned... Luo Ya, he felt like meeting a classmate's parent. The young man cautiously approached John, and found that John was really like the old grandpa next door.
"Eat fruit?"
"Yes, I've already had my dinner."
"Well, if you want to eat it, they have it over there. It's fresh today. Just take it."
“.....”
Luo Ya was speechless. What he did not know was that in John's eyes, he was a child.
John was already over a hundred years old, and Luo Ya was only ten years old, the same age as his granddaughter. He did not see Luo Ya as a big deal. He just wanted to show that he was close to the Akat family, and also meet his granddaughter's rare "good friend".
"By the way, how do you like the sword?"
John saw the winged sword on Luo Ya's waist and looked at the shiny sword with interest. Luo Ya took it off and handed it to him.
"It's very smooth. I heard from Miss Nuo Aier that it's because it absorbed my blood and adapted."
"Hmm, not bad. The winged sword is one of the most magical among the many holy objects. It has the ability to hatch. Your sword is full of holy energy, and it should be completed in a few days … Wait, hmm?"
The old man who was stroking the feather-like pattern on the sword paused for a moment. He lowered his head and blinked. At this moment, he could feel the vitality of the two parties contracted with the sword. It was the vitality of Nuo Aier and Luo Ya. It was also a necessary element for the ability to hatch. But unlike other short swords, this vitality was much stronger.
"High compatibility? I didn't expect it to be … "
Old man John muttered to himself. He looked at the sword again and again, and suddenly looked up at Luo Ya.
"Child, this sword of yours should be able to give birth to two abilities."
"Eh? Two abilities? "
"Yes, your compatibility with Nuo Aier is quite high …"
Sir Sanctum began to explain happily. According to him, the blood dripping ceremony of this short sword was actually the royal family using their own bloodline to bring the other party to fly. This way, the winged sword would hatch a skill. But occasionally, the bloodline power of the sealed person would be very compatible with the royal family, and there would be a phenomenon — two people flying together.
In this case, the powerful complementary power would allow the winged sword to give birth to a second skill. This kind of thing was very rare, and it had only happened once in history.
"Hmm, a good friend with such a compatible power. Xi Ya bless you. Maybe you two are destined to stand together."
Favorability + 200
John, who found a little surprise, was very happy. He felt that this was Xi Ya's guidance. Suddenly, he looked at Luo Ya with a lot of affection. Luo Ya, who was hit by this news, was stunned.
Compatible with her? No, I, I'm not a masochist.
Damn, I can't let her know about this!
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