Chapter 118 Job Report

The cardinal walked quickly into the hall, his swaying clothes half covering the bulging paper bag in his hand.

"Your Majesty."

Callisto stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a plain robe that was spotless, with long platinum hair gathered behind his shoulders. Except for the ruby ring on his right hand, he did not wear any other jewelry.

Hearing the cardinal's voice, he turned slightly, with a faint smile on his face.

"Bishop Grote, it turns out that it is your turn to report this week... I seem to have not seen you for several months."

"Yes, Your Majesty. I have been traveling for nearly three months and only returned to the Archbishop's See yesterday."

"Please allow Grote to greet you and extend my most sincere regards. May the glory of the God of Light always be upon you." Grote restrainedly performed the papal salute, with a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.

Callisto smiled and helped him up, "May the light be upon you as well."

Groot suppressed his excitement, held up the thick paper bag with both hands, and held it in front of Callisto.

"Your Majesty, this is the situation of the human regional temple this month and the follow-up of the previously reported incidents."

Callisto took the paper bag but did not immediately open it to read the documents inside.

He placed the paper bag on the desk beside him, then looked up at Grote: "Bishop Grote, you know, I would rather listen to what you say and think face to face than cold words.

“That’s the essence of debriefing.”

Grote took a deep breath and said, "I know, Your Majesty, please allow me to begin my report..."

"The Auburn Empire has indeed begun to restrict the import and export of fuel as you predicted, but the Karoli family seems to strongly disagree with the royal family's decision. The secret agents in Auburn have sent news that they have begun to contact the noble groups of other empires..."

Grote paused for a moment, and when he saw that Callisto had no intention of asking, he continued, "The conflict between the New Victory Empire and the Clarkswick Empire has escalated, but due to the Klein family's strong capital, Clarkswick is still barely maintaining superficial harmony.

"There are rumors that a sixth-level magician has defected to the Krakswick Empire, but the authenticity of this news cannot be confirmed for now. We need to wait for follow-up feedback. The Victor royal family has not made any statement yet."

Callisto's eyes paused, but he did not say anything to interrupt Grote's report.

"The polar elven forest has suddenly tightened its closure further. Our people have tried many times but to no avail. We couldn't even cross the outermost layer of the elven forest..." Groot said with a look of shame on his face.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. We may need some time to try."

Callisto shook his head slightly to comfort him. "Groot, there is no need to apologize for this. This is not anyone's fault. If the elves were determined to close the entrance, even I would not be able to enter the Elven Forest."

As a race favored by the gods, longevity is the most obvious racial advantage of the elves.

What is even more terrifying is the wisdom and power that a long life brings.

Escape from the world, escape from the world.

It is always said that elves live in seclusion and have no desires, but Callisto feels that any intelligent creature cannot be without desires.

Ambition always grows wildly in invisible places.

Just waiting for the day when I lose control completely and break free from the cage.

Callisto never minds assuming the worst of "friends" whose attitudes are unclear.

Perhaps the elves possess unparalleled racial advantages, but their small numbers and difficulty in reproduction are also defects well known throughout the continent.

And what the human race lacks the least is people.

After all, there are always a group of stupid people who only think about reproduction.

"Thank you for your understanding." Grote bowed deeply.

He continued, "There seems to be traces of ice spirits in the Far North, but the ice spirits are too cunning. Even if the Knights Templar are dispatched, they can only capture a few..."

“…”

“…”

"...One last thing, Your Majesty. The bishops of the Lezvi Empire have all withdrawn, and the dark men of the Orc Forest are ready to take command at any time."

Callisto stopped stroking the ruby ring and took the ring off his finger.

Callisto held the ruby ring loosely in his palm, its edges and corners sharp and its temperature moderate, just like the ambition and desire flowing beneath his surface.

Callisto nodded and said, "Okay."

"Your Majesty, I..."

“Knock knock—”

There was a knock on the door, followed by a muffled voice outside the door.

"Your Majesty, your disciple Morgan requests an audience—"

Callisto glanced at Grote who was frowning beside him and said, "Please come in, Bishop Morgan."

Cardinal Morgan pushed open the door and was surprised to see Grote standing beside him.

"Bishop Grote, I didn't know you were here..."

Grote's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly, "Today is the day for reporting, Bishop Morgan. You are stationed in the temple all the time, so it is normal that you can't remember these little things."

"Oh, yes! On the day of debriefing...did I disturb Your Majesty?"

Morgan looked at Callisto apologetically.

Callisto shook his head and said, "In fact, we just finished talking about business - Morgan came to see me now, is there something important?"

Who among those who can sit on the position of cardinal is not a shrewd person?

Even if Morgan forgot his birthday, he could not forget the calendar of the Vatican.

He must have something to rely on for being able to "lose manners" and rashly interrupt the performance report.

Just as the serious business was finished, Callisto became more patient and listened to the support.

Of course, if this reliance could not match his patience, he would not mind sending his disciple to replace Grote.

After all, the Vatican always needs someone to do practical work.

And everyone pays a price for everyone's behavior.

"Yes, there is indeed something important that I need to report to you, Your Majesty. I think you must know about this matter, which concerns the selection of the Holy Son..."

Morgan paused as he spoke and looked up at Groot who was still standing next to Callisto.

Callisto looked up and saw Groot, who was pretending to be stupid, immediately lowered his head and left.

"Since the report is over, I will not bother Your Majesty any further..."

Morgan continued speaking only after Grote had completely left the inner room and the temple servants outside had closed the door.

"Your Majesty, a person with outstanding talent suddenly appeared among the candidates for the Holy Son."

Outstanding talent?

Every year, San Dover has a large number of "extraordinarily talented" people.

This matter is not worthy of His Holiness the Pope's attention.

Callisto remained silent and made no comment.

Seeing that Callisto was not interested, Morgan became a little anxious.

He spoke hastily: "The crystal ball used in the test exploded directly after being touched by him! This is not an accident, two of them exploded in a row, and even when Xia touched the crystal ball, it only burst out a strong light! His talent is really terrifying..."

Callisto narrowed his eyes slightly and repeated, "The crystal ball exploded?"

He still appeared calm and composed on the surface, but only Callisto himself knew how surprised he was at the moment.

The crystal ball used by the Holy See was modified by him personally, and even Callisto himself would not break it when touching it.

But now someone actually made the crystal ball explode?

This means that the person who touched the crystal ball had a much brighter talent than him.

But if he remembered correctly, Lu Yi did not participate in the Holy Son Selection Competition.

"Yes!" Morgan confirmed, "When the incident happened, the two bishops and other candidates for the Son of God were present. Many nuns and servants also witnessed what happened."

“After the incident, the two bishops sent someone to inform me, and I chatted with the candidate who caused the explosion for a while, but did not find anything unusual. Later, I checked his information and it showed that everything was normal.

"His baptism ceremony was held this year. When he awakened, his light talent was magnificent and majestic. However, because the two gods of the Klein family were too popular at the time, they overshadowed him. Even the Church simply recorded that his light talent was powerful..."

"Did the people from the Holy See also ignore him?" Callisto frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

Morgan nodded. "Yes, I just contacted the bishop of his baptism place. There is nothing wrong with him. It was the error in the way the information was passed up the chain of command that led to the Vatican's miscalculation."

Callisto's frown showed no sign of relaxing. He just asked, "What's his name?"

"Lant Hobbs." Morgan accurately reported the candidate's name.

"Who?" Callisto asked subconsciously.

"Lant Hobbs, Your Majesty, is a freshman at St. Dover this year."

Lant Hobbs, who possesses unrivaled talent for light.

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