Chapter 234 The Pope Joins the Group Chat

"Your Holiness, please sign here."

Beatrice woodenly picked up the pen and signed her name in the corner of the document.

She has been pope for several days.

Everything went unexpectedly smoothly. Unlike what she had imagined, there was no bloody storm - at least none of these storms involved her in the slightest.

That day, she ran into the army of the Candlelight Order in front of the palace. She took the triple crown from Hela, the nun in black veil, and became the Pope of the Candlelight Order.

The "prince" assassinated the queen and escaped, breaking through the encirclement of the palace guards and the church army, but Beatrice remembered that he was just an ordinary person.

And the throne just remained vacant.

The nobles of the Rhine settled down. The aristocratic parliament, which used to quarrel over trivial matters, was now as quiet as a chicken. The throne remained vacant and no one said anything about it.

But outside the Rhine, the empire's dukes did not seem so safe.

Beatrice had signed a number of documents recently, many of which were accusing several lords in the territory, and the wording was so harsh that even she was surprised.

Perhaps the empire will soon be in chaos. No, it has already been in chaos, but she just can't feel it because she is staying indoors in the Rhine Church.

“Lord Ruoan, thank you for your hard work.” Hela took the signed document from the table and was about to leave.

“Hela, what about the thing I asked before?”

Beatrice asked a little nervously.

Of course she knew that she was only the Pope in name only, but she still tried to make some requests that were not too excessive - to help her investigate what happened in Castel. This was both a temptation and what she wanted in her heart.

There was no trace of Castel in either the Corridor of Truth or the Sea of ​​Unconsciousness, which was very abnormal.

“Your Holiness, the Pope is currently in a state of contraction. We do not have the power to extend to the Ocean of Storms. Please be patient and wait.” Hela’s voice was as steady as ever. Her tone was flat and her words were precise. Thinking of her face full of mechanical gears under the black veil, Beatrice felt a sense of fear for no reason.

It was like facing a machine disguised as a human.

Hela tilted her head, looking confused.

"I see."

Beatrice took a deep breath and sat back in her seat woodenly. After Hela left, she sat quietly in the room alone.

She really had no other choice.

Investigators are very powerful supernatural channels that can enter the Corridor of Truth under almost any circumstances, and can even stir up historical fragments and force a way out when there are no clues at all.

But in this church, in this room, she seemed to have become a mortal and could do nothing.

This place seems to be blank, history is blank, the sea of ​​​​unconsciousness is blank, the past and the future are blank, no matter how she uses her abilities, she can't get any response.

In the church - no, at least in this room, she was completely unable to mobilize her supernatural powers.

This is the cage of despair that trapped her.

Come to think of it, the Candlelight Society certainly knew that she was an investigator and was fully aware of her abilities. Any struggles she could make would not be beyond the church's expectations.

She is the Pope, and she can only be the Pope.

Her eyes gradually became empty, but suddenly, her body trembled.

"Gwen, are you still there?"

An inexplicable voice sounded from the bottom of her heart. Beatrice tensed her muscles and tried not to show any abnormality.

Hallucination? No, she hadn't had any hallucinations since she entered this room. So what was that sound?

"Gwen?"

Who is Gwen?

Before she could think carefully, a buzzing sound suddenly rang in her mind.

Buzz! Like the light in the skull, it instantly illuminated the connected people. Beatrice suddenly realized that there were four people here, and the investigator's extraordinary ability was inexplicably activated. She vaguely sensed the location of the other people.

It seems that one person is in the north, and the other two are at sea? "Wait, someone else is coming in! ? "

"Hello, my name is French Fries, this is the captain. Without mentioning anything else, do you have any way to save Gwen?"

Beatrice took a deep breath and felt her pupils tremble.

She looked around and realized that she was still in the room in the church. This was the headquarters of the Candlelight Society in Rhine. As a supernatural being, she couldn't even touch the Sea of ​​No Consciousness. How could someone speak in her mind? Mind communication was a supernatural ability. She had heard that certain channels had this strange power. But, couldn't this place block supernatural abilities?

Beatrice forced herself to calm down. She tried to muster up extraordinary strength to overcome the high wall of reality - but after just a moment, she knew she had failed.

The reality here was as solid as a rock, a gap she could not cross.

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"Hello, can you hear me?"

Beatrice was silent for a while, and then she began to reply in her mind: "Yes."

"What are your names? Oh, you can use a pseudonym, for example, I'm French Fries, that's the Captain, and there's Gwen. But she seems to be in big trouble."

A pseudonym? Beatrice hesitated for a moment before deciding on her own name.

".Scepter."

"Scepter? What a strange name. Well, let's not talk about this. We need to think of a way to save Miss Gwen."

Beatrice listened quietly to French Fries' slightly anxious introduction. After a while, she said thoughtfully:

"Miss Gwen should be in the North, where the daytime comes later. You don't have to worry, she may not have woken up yet."

"The day comes later? What does that mean?" French Fries asked curiously.

"The closer you get to the north, the later the day comes. In the Forgotten Temple of the White Crow Principality, there are even special night watchmen. They live in the far north, where the day never comes and the world is filled with only a long night."

Beatrice said, recalling.

These were some basic geographical facts. Her previous tutor had been very interested in them and had told her many similar stories.

Jeremiah and Ken on the boat looked at each other in surprise. Ken asked in amazement, "Mr. Jeremiah, is what she said true? Have you ever been to the North?"

Jeremiah shook his head. "I've been to the North, but the place the scepter mentioned is in the Far North. The sea over there is frozen, and it is said that even ships can't pass through. I've only been to the seaport of the White Crow Principality."

French Fries: "Okay, this is a magical phenomenon. When will it be dawn over there?"

Scepter: "Very quickly. Given her location, there isn't much of a time difference."

Suddenly a low voice was heard, and Jeremiah, who had been silent all the time, also joined the discussion.

Captain: "Can you tell me where she is?"

Scepter: "Yes, and I know that you two are now at sea, near Castel."

(End of this chapter)