Wen Liyu hurriedly got out of bed, not even bothering to wash. She put on a black robe before opening the door. "Your Holiness, next time, please just have your servants notify me. Why would you bother coming in person?"
"It's okay. I'll feel more at ease telling you in person." The Pope laughed and passed over the subject.
In fact, he didn't really think so, but every servant he sent to notify was injured, not lightly or seriously. Not only were they injured, but they didn't even see the saint, let alone inform her of the situation.
He felt that something was fishy, so he asked the knight to take them away for interrogation. He found that these servants more or less had the intention of coveting the saint.
The deeper and more filthy the thoughts, the greater the harm will be.
The Pope looked at the simple and kind saint in front of him and sighed in his heart.
It was unclear whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for her that Father God cared so much about her.
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Wen Liyu arrived at the temple under the guidance of her female attendant.
Sitting in the temple were the main leaders of the Central Church: the Pope, the Archbishop, the Second Bishop, as well as the Archbishop and the Son of God who came from Hall City.
"Good day, everyone." Wen Liyu saluted and greeted the people from the Holy See in Hall City generously and gracefully under the scrutiny of them.
Everyone had different thoughts, but they all put on a good show. After she finished greeting them, they responded one by one according to their status.
Wen Liyu walked to the left of the Pope and took a seat. Her status was now higher than that of the archbishop.
The people from the Central Church were not surprised, while the people from Hall City suppressed their surprise and looked at each other quietly.
"You all have come from afar, I think there must be something special that requires our help?" The Pope held the scepter symbolizing power in his hand and asked the people of Hall City with a smile, without any intention of blaming the saint for being late.
Archbishop Hall did not rush forward, but silently withdrew his scrutinizing gaze. "Please forgive the Pope, we are here to test the power of light of the Holy Son, Arthur."
"You mean...?" The second central bishop on Wen Liyu's side raised his head in surprise.
The Archbishop's eyes flashed with smugness and pride. "Yes, the holy water level in our church is no longer high enough to test Arthur's level."
Except for the Central Holy See where the Pope is located, the highest concentration of holy water in the other five Holy Sees is only level three.
However, a third-level light magician is already capable of serving as the second bishop in the Holy See.
The second bishop of the Wen Liyu Church broke through to level three at the age of thirty, which was already considered a very powerful figure.
The age of each Saint and Son cannot exceed thirty years old. Arthur is only two years older than Wen Liyu. He is only twenty-five this year, but he is already a third-level magician. This can be considered a young genius.
The Pope also saw the smugness and defiance in Archbishop Hall's eyes, but he didn't care at all. Instead, he smiled tolerantly and said, "This is a good thing. It shows that the children of the Holy See are becoming stronger and stronger. I am very happy and proud."
Archbishop Hall punched the cotton ball, and the smile on his lips froze.
"Second Bishop, go arrange the holy water level test and notify others at the same time." The Pope pretended not to see it and turned to his second son.
"As you wish, Your Holiness." The second bishop immediately stood up, bowed and left.
After the two bishops left, the Pope looked kindly at the Saint, who was holding the cross and seemingly praying, but was actually dazed and slacking off. "My child, I remember that you haven't tested your attribute levels in a long time. Take this opportunity today to test it with Arthur."
"Okay, everything will be arranged by the Pope." Wen Liyu nodded obediently, and the black hood that covered her face revealed a small piece of her beautiful profile as she nodded.
Archbishop Hall, who saw all this, suddenly felt a little uneasy.
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The power of light of each clergyman, that is, the attribute level after upgrading, needs to be tested in the church under the watchful eyes of God the Father.
Most people only get a small basin, just enough to touch the surface of the water. They put their hands in the holy water and are divided into different levels according to the concentration of the holy water.
This testing method seems simple, but it is actually impossible to cheat.
People of lower levels or who are not pious enough will be burned by the cold holy water if they touch holy water of a higher level than themselves.
But if he reaches a certain level, the holy water will give him the same rewards and blessings, and some people can even be promoted to another level.
The amount of holy water is also very important. After all, the more holy water you have, the more blessings you will receive.
Currently, the highest level of the power of light on the continent is the Pope - a seventh-level magician. With the blessing of the staff, he can temporarily break through to become an eighth-level great magician.
The Pope walked in front, with the Son and the Holy Daughter following on his left and right, and behind them were the archbishops of their respective churches.
The atmosphere among the Central Church staff was quite harmonious. They were particularly confident in their own Saint and were guessing whether her level was five or six.
The people of Hall City who were listening were very disdainful and thought that these people in the Central Church were crazy.
Saint Wen is only twenty-three years old. How could she possibly reach the fifth-level great magician level that only archbishops can reach?
After arriving at the church, the Second Bishop had been waiting at the door for a long time. "Your Holiness, everything is ready."
"Well, let's start the test." The Pope turned his head and saw the two people behind him. "Who of you would like to go first?"
"Let me go first." The Holy Son Arthur spoke first, fearing that Wen Liyu would steal his limelight.
"No problem, my child. Please follow the second bishop and take the test in the presence of the Lord." The Pope's smile was still kind and tolerant.
Arthur walked to the three-person-tall statue and knelt down to perform the routine prayer before the test. The Pope and others sat not far away, waiting quietly.
After Arthur finished praying, he stood up and walked directly to the third-level holy water, completely immersed his hands in the holy water, and raised them after a minute. His arms were intact.
"He is indeed a third-level magician." The Pope nodded without surprise, with a hint of praise in his eyes.
This is the future of the Holy See.
He also conquered the fourth-level holy water, but no one expected that when Arthur put his hand in the fourth-level holy water, he had already felt the burning pain.
Although the Pope was old, he had very good eyesight. He saw it and wanted to stop it, but when he saw the gaze of the archbishop next to him, he shut up again.
Since they want to try it themselves, let them try it.
At this time, Arthur stood nervously in front of the fifth-level holy water, looked at his own archbishop, held the cross in one hand, and nervously reached into the holy water with the other hand trembling slightly.
The next second he let out a loud wail. It turned out that his fingers were corroded by the holy water as soon as they touched the water surface, melting a small part of his flesh.
"Treat the Son of God." The Pope was well prepared. He waved to the medical magicians beside him and asked them to treat this poor and ignorant Son of God.
Fortunately, this minor injury was very easy to treat, and Arthur's fingers soon returned to their original smooth and flawless appearance.
"Alas, only level four, but not bad at all." Archbishop Hall said slowly, "It seems that Arthur is the first of the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens to become a level four magician."
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