Chapter 1509
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Stepping through the door, the first thing that came into view was a bright hall. The decorations and decorations inside gave Long Bufan a feeling of simplicity and elegance.
Facing the door, there was a rectangular stone table with many documents on it. Beside the table, there were two figures, one sitting and the other standing.
Sitting on the chair was a middle-aged man in a purple robe. He had a majestic face and a powerful aura emanated from his body. Beside him, there was a young man in a black robe who looked like his assistant.
Obviously, the young man was a Black Deacon.
As for the middle-aged man in a purple robe who was sitting at the table and reading the documents, he should be his superior.
Previously, Long Bufan had already learned from Old Palace Master Yang that the deacons of the Deacon Hall were actually divided into ranks. Generally, one could see that they were divided into three categories: black-robed deacon, purple-robed deacon, and blood-robed deacon.
Black Deacons were of a lower level. They handled the daily affairs of the Three Palaces and Five Pavilions as well as other trivial matters. For example, the Black Deacons were the ones who maintained the order in the Hundred Sect Battlefield. The female Deacon who had led Long Bufan to the entrance at the foot of the mountain belonged to this category.
It could be said that the Black Deacons were like handymen. Wherever there was a dispute or competition, they would be dispatched. Of course, they were not Handyman Disciples. Their strength was not to be underestimated. They were definitely above most of the genius disciples in the Five Pavilions.
For example, if the disciples of the Five Pavilions had a dispute or even a fight, the Black Deacons, who maintained order, would not be able to maintain it without tyrannical strength. Therefore, those who could be promoted to the Deacon Hall were gifted geniuses with outstanding combat strength or ruthless clones.
As for the Purple Deacons, they were experts whose strength had reached the Earthly Venerable Realm. They were mainly responsible for training the Black Deacons and assigning tasks. They were rarely involved in the daily affairs of the Three Palaces and Five Pavilions, unless the person who caused the dispute was very powerful.
As for the third type, the Blood-robed Deacons, they were a mysterious force. They were everywhere, hiding in almost every organization. Other than Chief Deacon Bai Weng, no one knew how many Blood-robed Deacons there were or where they were.
The reason why it was so secretive was that the Blood-Robed Deacon's mission was to track down the remaining Hybrid Demons in the Firmament and Continent and wipe them out.
It was precisely because of the mysterious existence of the Sanguine Deacon that those who opposed Bai Weng taking charge of the Shrine Pavilion had scruples. They were afraid that one of the people around them was actually a Sanguine Deacon.
"Who are you?" The young deacon immediately asked when he saw someone enter.
The purple-robed deacon put down the document in his hand. His eyelids fluttered slightly as he glanced indifferently at Long Bufan. Soon after, he inadvertently glanced at Little White, who was on Long Bufan's shoulder. Deep within his eyes, there was a slight change.
"Disciple Long Bufan, reporting for duty," Long Bufan took a few steps forward and said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner. He then took out his promotion token again.
He knew that when dealing with these cold-hearted deacons, there was no need for excessive etiquette or politeness. Their most efficient way of doing things was to be straightforward.
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