What could it be, and how could it be brought out?
After looking around, the archbishop found two slender bell hammers, small metal hammers for musical instruments that could fit into the gap under the base of the statue.
“Patta…Patta…”
Carefully remove the broken pieces of mortar filling one by one to prevent them from falling deeper into the gap and clogging it.
With a special sense of anticipation, after cleaning for more than ten minutes, I finally cleared the debris from the gap.
The reflection inside became more obvious, but because of the reflection, the archbishop still couldn't see clearly what was inside. In any case, it should be a shiny thing.
The hammer handle of the metal hammer is long enough, so you should be able to try to clamp two of them out.
Holding the two hammer heads, he gently inserted the rod.
The sound of "ding..." made his heart tighten, and then another rod also touched that thing, making the same crisp sound.
"I hope I didn't break it!"
I tried many times, and when I lifted it for the sixth time, I finally felt a noticeable weight on the pole, and the thing should not have slipped off.
The archbishop swore that he had never been so nervous in all these years. His forehead was covered with sweat and his hands were shaking slightly, but he tried hard to control himself.
The gap, which was more than 30 centimeters long, seemed to have no end. Several times he could feel something on the pole rubbing against the side of the gap and almost fell down.
It might be more convenient to move it out, but the archbishop would not dare to bet that the things inside would not be damaged by friction with the stone.
Since he proclaimed himself Archbishop of the Church, Shadoman has never heard any special voice, not even once.
As a boy and young adult, Shadoman was politically zealous and almost embarked on the path of a priestly armed man. Even if he became a priest, he would still be an excellent missionary with the doctrine in mind.
But as his status grew, Shadoman began to gradually lose his original intention. In addition to the corruption of power, he also wavered in his faith.
As the Archbishop of the Church of Light, this mortal representative chosen by God himself, actually had an unsteady faith.
Yes, it is true.
The Archbishop never heard "the voice of God," not even once.
Shouldn't he be the person closest to God in the mortal world? If he didn't even feel the existence of God during his long wait, then...does God really exist?
This kind of shaking is at the level of the cornerstone of faith, but it will not affect Shadoman's maintenance of the Church of Light.
The church has become a huge institution of power and interests, providing a good foundation for life and a lofty status for tens of millions of church members.
In some countries, the clergy of the Church of Light are privately described as "another kind of nobility."
This statement was strongly resisted by the church, but it is almost true.
Perhaps without any surprise, the archbishop will hold power and live the rest of his life in peace and stability, and then help the church select the next suitable archbishop.
But that sound last night, the sound that annoyed Shadoman at first, but became more and more concerned after he understood its meaning in the morning.
Intelligent creatures driven by desire are always accustomed to finding a possibility they like, and Shadoman is no exception.
At this moment, Shadoman was increasingly convinced of a possibility:
The noise that was initially inaudible and disturbing symbolized Shadoman's own noisy and restless heart. Before dawn, the desire for power and greed corrupted himself, and only in the early morning did he finally have a moment of peace.
At that time, I heard that voice clearly, a call that definitely did not come from the mortal world!
Shadoman's arms trembled as he grabbed the thing that was finally clamped out. It was a gem with a dark gray color, and its shape gave off a feeling of radiating light.
"That is... the sound of heaven!"
"Archbishop, why are you here?"
A sudden voice startled Shadoman and made his body tremble violently, but fortunately he held the things in his hands tightly.
"I have been looking for you for a long time. Bishop Neillo and Master Hand of Acceptance have been waiting for you. If the priest had not said that he saw you walking here, I would not believe that you were here... You, what are you doing..."
The visitor was a sweaty senior priest who was responsible for the archbishop's food and daily life.
The eyes of the divine servant were full of confusion. At this moment, the archbishop not only had two obvious dark circles under his eyes, but his body was also covered with dust, his hair was covered with sweat, and his face was covered in dirt, looking like a worker who had just finished doing heavy physical work.
"Ahem! I'll be there right away!"
When Shadoman stood up, he subconsciously hid the dull gem behind him.
…
“Dang…dang…dang…”
In the central cathedral on the top of the mountain, the holy bell at the top was rung twelve times, representing the call for all clergy above the rank of senior priests on the holy mountain to come.
After washing and changing his clothes, Shadoman came to the door of the cathedral accompanied by a group of priests. The bells rang repeatedly at a fixed frequency, and after ringing twelve times, they would pause for a few bells before continuing.
It was not until Archbishop Shadoman stepped into the cathedral that the bell at the top rang for the last time and stopped.
This cathedral is not a place where ordinary people can come to pray. Usually, it is only opened when the princes of the empire and the king come to the Holy Mountain to receive the name of a church member, or when matters of a corresponding level or above occur.
At this moment in the spacious hall, the gods' servants had already formed a semicircle around the big statue with a row of stepped round chairs, leaving a passage in the middle for people to pass through.
When Shadoman came in, there were already more than three hundred clergymen such as priests, bishops, paladins, demon hunters, etc. waiting.
There are more than sixty true paladins and demon hunters who are civilized people, which shows how terrible the power of the church is.
In the outermost corner, a dozen or so people from the Sword Master's group were sitting together.
"Master Sword Saint, this is Archbishop Shadoman."
Neillo whispered a reminder to the Sword Saint Degni.
With the sacred and inviolable dignity and bearing of an archbishop, Shadoman walked slowly towards the chair at the feet of the statue of the God of Light. That was his seat.
Until he sat down, no one could speak first, not even princes and nobles. This was the authority of the archbishop.
"Then, we can begin to teach the suggestions made by Bishop Neillo of Fanite City-State and Paladin Leit."
Shadoman did not mention the Sword Saint Degni at all, even though the man in the corner had an extremely special temperament that he could not ignore.
"I object! This is a huge waste of church resources..."
A bishop immediately stood up to object and gave a bunch of reasons.
"I also oppose Bishop Neillo's suggestion. Our excessive military response will only inflame some extremists. The disaster that the Qinggeli Empire suffered in the past was largely due to the bishop's excessive arrogance and excess..."
One after another, most of the priests and bishops either suggested careful consideration or directly opposed it, without giving Neillo and Leyte any face.
"I object too! We are God's spokespersons. Why doesn't God warn us if there is danger?"
Another bishop stood up and spoke, using the usual church excuses.
But these words made Archbishop Shadoman's heart skip a beat, and the expression on his face changed slightly.
"God's hint? Didn't God give us any hints...?"
The archbishop's right hand quietly reached into the pocket of his robe, touched the small piece of special crystal, and then subconsciously swept towards where Neillo and the others were.
In addition to the dozen or so clergymen with obvious astonishment and anger on their faces, he also met a pair of calm and indifferent eyes.
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