Chapter 692

"Don't be nervous. The Magic Continent needs promising young people like you. In the future, you will grow into the pillars of this continent."

The gentle voice rang in everyone's ears, making them involuntarily let go of any defenses and tension, and look up at the Pope. As they had thought when they heard the voice just now, His Holiness the Pope was so kind and gentle, and his eyes were so warm, making people want to dedicate their lives to His Holiness the Pope and the Church of Light.

"Thank you for your encouragement, His Holiness. We will contribute all our strength to the peace of the Magic Continent." Everyone was so excited that they wanted to kneel down and kiss the Pope's feet.

The Pope encouraged them again and hoped that they would join the Church after graduating from the Deya Magic Academy. Each of them wanted to graduate from the academy immediately. After showing some concern, the Pope had someone send them out, leaving behind the individual champions of the league. Before leaving, these students encouraged Yuan Jing with their eyes. The Pope was so gentle, and Yuan Jing didn't need to worry.

Yuan Jing rolled his eyes in his heart and wanted to curse. These people were sold out by the Pope and still had to help count the money.

The Pope walked down from his seat and his eyes rested on Yuan Jing. Anyone else would feel that he was highly valued by the Pope and would be willing to die for him.

Yuan Jing was very calm in his heart, but he showed excitement on his face, because how many people could remain calm and composed facing the Pope and a god of law?

"Haha, Flynn and Cheng Lianhui have got a good student this time. I heard that you are a rare multi-system magician. I guess you have also practiced light magic. Are you interested in joining our Church of Light?" The Pope said kindly as he walked up to Yuan Jing.

Yuan Jing showed a look of shame: "Light magic is the subject I am the worst at. I cannot face the kindness of the Pope."

"Haha, I understand. That's because the best light magic knowledge is in the Holy Light Academy and the Church. As long as you come, you can learn everything you want. Of course, this is just a suggestion made by the emperor. Master Magician You can think about it carefully when you go back." The Pope's gentle gaze seemed to be caressing Yuan Jing's head.

"Yes, I will definitely consider it carefully." Yuan Jing stated.

When Yuan Jing finally stepped out of the hall, he felt his vest was wet with sweat. Although the conversation with the Pope seemed very normal, he actually felt a lot of pressure. Only after he left the hall could he get rid of the control of the dense and pervasive aura, and he could not guarantee that none of his secrets would be leaked.

"What's wrong?" Yan Yuansen's concerned voice sounded in Yuan Jing's mind. When entering the hall before, Yuan Jing cut off the connection between the space and the outside world. Yan Yuansen knew that this Pope would be a difficult person to deal with.

Yuan Jing followed the others out with a respectful look on his face, but he exhaled in his mind and replied, "The hall just now was his home ground, and it was completely under his control. In addition to being a light magician, he is also a mental magician, and his control over mental power is quite powerful. I think my companions have been bewitched by him and want to join the Church and dedicate themselves to the Pope."

If he had not experienced more worlds, his state of mind and soul had not been greatly improved, and he had not absorbed two strands of the origin of the world, he might not have been able to resist the Pope's mental guidance and let the Pope's image leave an imprint in his heart, because when he was left alone, the Pope deepened his guidance.

"He is suspicious?" Yan Yuansen said affirmatively.

Yuan Jing nodded in his heart: "I think so, and," Yuan Jing licked his lips and said, "I have an incredible suspicion. I seem to smell a very faint but familiar scent on the Pope, just when he wanted to deepen the imprint."

Yuan Jing lowered his eyes and said, "It's not an exaggeration to say that the Church of Light is the real controller behind this world. So, whether it's the existence of the Dark Continent, the wars between countries, or the frictions and conflicts between races, what role does the Church of Light play in it?"

Yan Yuansen's eyes flashed with surprise: "You mean he still has a dark aura? Is it something he has naturally or did he get it from someone else?"

No matter which situation it is, it is a big problem. If it is the latter, then who would have thought that the strongest person standing on the side of light would collude with the dark forces? If it is the former, why is that? Could it be that he wants to practice light and darkness together to transcend himself?

Just after Yuan Jing left the hall, a figure suddenly appeared beside the Pope of Light, shrouded in darkness. He and the Pope of Light seemed to be one light and one dark, forming a sharp contrast yet a kind of harmony.

"You are interested in this boy? I wanted to see him in person but you wouldn't allow me to. So, have you found any problem with him?"

The Pope had a pair of deep amber eyes. He smiled slightly and did not directly answer the man's question. Instead, he said, "Remember you said that one of Cyril's descendants was gone? It just so happens that the time of his death coincided with the time when You Yuanjing left the deserted village and went to Mimankanbei City. Who do you think did it?"

The man in black was wrapped in a black robe so his expression could not be seen clearly, but there was a hint of surprise in his voice: "So it was him. But Cyril's descendant is not too weak. Could this magician have killed him then?"

The Pope took two steps and said, "You Yuanjing not only killed Cyril's descendants, but his body was also transformed by Cyril's descendants. His body is much stronger than that of ordinary magicians, but it is also very different from that of the vampires. His body," the Pope thought for a moment and used a word to describe it, "is perfect."

The man in black began to breathe harder. The Pope was not surprised by his behavior. He continued, "Not only does he have a special body, but he didn't have any magical talent at the beginning. Now he is a full-system magician. I think he can practice dark magic."

The voice of the man in black sounded: "You are right, this boy's body is indeed perfect. I want to meet him."

The Pope smiled, and seemed to have no intention of stopping him. The man in black disappeared in the hall in a blink of an eye, and the Pope sat on his throne, looking in the direction where Yuan Jing had left, as if he could penetrate space and cast his gaze on him.

Yuan Jing's eyebrows suddenly jumped. He stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows and said, "This time, it's my turn to be targeted."

"Is it the Pope?" Yan Yuansen asked.

"Not really. If the Pope was watching me, I would have felt it long ago."

Yan Yuansen: "Does that mean someone else appeared in the hall after you left? The information revealed by the Pope made that person target you."

Yuan Jing nodded: "This is most likely. Let's see who wants to attack me next."

Seeing Yuan Jing appear, Cheng Lianhui secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then said goodbye to the cardinal with a normal expression and took these students back.

On the way, Cheng Lianhui frowned slightly when he heard these students chattering about their admiration and worship for the Pope, but soon dispersed. If you didn't pay attention, you wouldn't notice it at all. Yuan Jing happened to notice it. Sure enough, Vice President Cheng knew from the beginning that there was a big problem with the Pope.

Yuan Jing seemed a little absent-minded. When he returned to his residence, Cheng Lianhui specially kept him and asked him what he thought about this.

Yuan Jing thought for a moment and asked, "Deputy Dean, what kind of person is the Pope?"

"What do you think?"

"He is unfathomable, a manipulator standing at a high position, holding the fate of many people in the magic continent. In addition, the Pope is much more powerful than the Dean and the Vice Dean."

After hearing Yuan Jing's evaluation, Cheng Lianhui was relieved and upset. He just evaluated the Pope, why did he bring him and Flynn along? Is it so easy to be promoted to a Mage Saint?

"And will Good and the others always be like this?" Yuan Jing was a little worried. After all, they had been together for such a long time, and they were also excellent magicians carefully trained by Deya.

Cheng Lianhui sighed, "The longer you stay away, the less impact you will have. I am relieved that you are not affected and can see through these things. Even if he is the most powerful god of magic, he may not be able to control the fate of the entire magic world."

Yuan Jing thought: "The Pope has lived for a long time, right? According to the lifespan of the God of Law, how many years does he have left to live?"

Cheng Lianhui stroked his beard and said, "It stands to reason that he only has less than 50 years left to live. The next successor is most likely the current cardinal. He still has a long way to go if he wants to reach the level of the current pope."

"But what if the Pope finds a way to extend his life?"

Cheng Lianhui stared at Yuan Jing with wide eyes: "Are you sure?"

Yuan Jing touched his chin and said, "I feel that his vitality is still very strong. It doesn't look like he only has 50 years left to live."

Cheng Lianhui walked back and forth in the room for several times. No one knew what he was thinking about, but it was impossible for him to be calm. Finally, he let Yuan Jing go back and rest. They would set off for Deya tomorrow, and Cheng Lianhui didn't dare to delay here any longer. The sooner he went back, the more at ease he would feel.

Cheng Lianhui was eager to communicate with Flynn, but even the communication magic circle could not guarantee that the secret would not be leaked, so he could only hold it in and wait until he returned to Deya.

Because of the Red Dragon incident, no one had any plans to stay in the Holy City. They thought that if they went back as soon as possible, they might be able to get a piece of the pie in the pie. Naturally, Cheng Lianhui also left with Deya's students.

Yan Yuansen did not appear in the team. Cheng Lianhui looked at Yuan Jing several times to ask what was going on. Yuan Jing smiled and said that he had other things to do, so he left for a while.

As soon as he stepped out of a magic teleportation array, Cheng Lianhui felt that something was wrong with the aura around him. Immediately, his aura was fully activated, and sure enough, it collided with another aura. Alarms rang loudly in the magic teleportation array, and an unknown enemy was attacking.

Cheng Lianhui used a wind shield to protect all the students, and then he rushed out and flew into the air: "Who are you? Show your identity and fight with me!"

"Hehe, old fellow named Cheng, I'm not here for you this time. I want to borrow your student."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in black appeared next to the wind shield below, and stretched out his hand to grab Yuan Jing behind the shield. The wind shield was quickly corroded by an unknown force. Cheng Lianhui's pupils suddenly shrank, and a series of wind blades came down to attack the man in black. Other teachers who were traveling with him also attacked.