Chapter 131
Al returned to the Bishop's Court without any delay. It was the first time he was so happy to return to this place, and it was also the first time he was so happy to see off an acquaintance.
His Holiness the Pope has always liked quietness and did not want to meet too many people, so the farewell was very low-key. Bishop Edgar only called back a few children and archbishops.
The Pope usually doesn't care about anything, so his departure has no impact on the Vatican. In fact, except for the loyal Bishop Edgar, no one would feel reluctant to see him go.
Without the huge mountain pressing down on their heads, everyone felt much more relaxed and happy. This mood was also reflected on their faces. The archbishops were the most exaggerated, with the corners of their mouths barely drooping.
Al had never seen them smile so sincerely before, but they said they were happy for His Majesty. It has been a long time since there was someone who could go to the divine realm. His Majesty was truly the glory of their Holy See of Light!
It has always been your Majesty's wish to see the great God of Light with your own eyes and serve Him. Thank you for the blessing of our God, which allowed your Majesty to successfully break through to become a new God before the age of a thousand!
Although he said it nicely, he was actually just happy that the Pope was leaving forever.
The archbishops certainly knew that the Son of God would succeed to the throne as Pope and become their new superior, but in their eyes, especially the archbishops who had been offended by Al, the young Son of God was not strong enough to be a mountain above their heads.
All those who knew about it were either excited, expectant, or reluctant, but the Pope himself remained calm as always, calling his successor over alone to instruct him on some things.
The Pope handed him a sharp silver sword, which was equivalent to transferring the command of the Holy Knights to him.
Because Al liked to travel in the past and had little interaction with the knights, she also kindly helped him understand the personalities and temperaments of the strongest knights.
He was given confidential information about powerful people and the key to the treasury, and was carefully taught the summoning circle and the spell to summon the gods.
The white-haired man looked like a responsible teacher when he was giving instructions. His attitude was still gentle, but it was more superficial before, but this time it was more real. Al thought that he must be in a very good mood.
Although he couldn't understand why someone with such great strength didn't live a carefree life but instead rushed to serve a boring god, but everyone has their own aspirations. If Your Majesty enjoys it, he will also be promoted, and everyone will have a bright future.
Then, as time passed, the more comprehensive the Pope's words became, the more uneasy Al became.
His opinion of the man in front of him was that he was very scheming, had a purpose for what he did, and would not waste time dealing with useless people.
Since the Pope is leaving the mortal world, the people here should have no value to him. Why are they suddenly so gentle to him...
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In the hall, where the statue's eyes were looking, the gentle man leaned on his staff, and circles of white runes lit up under his feet. The patterns included the sun, moon and stars, as well as the symbols of the ten elements. It was a proof of the magic realm. Every magician could actively display his own magic patterns.
Clouds rolled over the sky above the royal city, the sky became brighter, and the light elements hidden in the air glowed softly and floated lightly, as if heavy snow was falling from the sky.
The citizens were filled with wonder, and the children were trying hard to catch the warm spots of light, laughing happily.
The azure sky seemed to have cracked open a small hole, with golden light leaking out. A shadow that looked like light and fog flew out from the Church in the suburbs and floated into the small hole. After the crack closed, the wonderful scene of the royal city soon disappeared.
After seeing the Pope ascend to the upper realm with his own eyes, Al's anxiety finally settled down.
After comforting Bishop Edgar, who was reluctant to leave the Pope, he was surrounded by some people and asked about the succession ceremony.
Al, who is finally in charge, of course plans to do as he pleases, which is - not to hold a succession ceremony.
Anyway, he has power and reputation, and has a large number of supporters among priests and believers. He is the legitimate new Pope, and there is no need to make a big fuss.
Well, mainly because he was too lazy to deal with a large group of people and didn't want to say anything polite.
Seeing that the new Pope had made up his mind, everyone stopped trying to persuade him. The archbishops who had a bad relationship with Al just followed the crowd and said a few words, and then didn't care about it anymore. It was better not to hold the ceremony, and they also saved a gift.
The crowd dispersed, and the silver-haired young man suddenly noticed a corner under the statue where the keyhole was. He froze for a moment - His Holiness the Pope... forgot to give him the key to the underground treasure house!
He quickly recalled the things that the Pope had given him not long ago, including the key to the confidential intelligence room and the key to the treasury where gold, silver and treasures were stored. Indeed, there was no key to the underground treasury.
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Abner saw that he looked dazed and asked, "What's wrong? Are you missing His Majesty?"
It was originally a joke, but unexpectedly, Al nodded and said in a sad tone, "I really hope to see Your Majesty again..."
"???"
Abner was just about to ask when they became so close when he saw Al's face turn serious and he hurried away.
Al arrived at the Pope's residence and started looking in the study where they had just been.
He still held out a glimmer of hope in his heart. It must be that the underground treasury was not often used, and His Majesty had not thought of it for a moment. In addition, he was too excited to see the God of Light and had forgotten the existence of the treasury, just like he himself had just remembered it.
What if you are lucky enough and your Majesty has left the key in the study when he was sorting out his property?
Soon, after he searched the study and even the bedroom of the former Pope, Al finally gave up.
Well, he was too optimistic. The rich people in this world would put important things in space rings and carry them with them.
The optimistic Al continued to comfort himself, forget it, as long as there is world peace, those relics of gods will be of no use. If there is a real need, just collect the spare key fragments from the archbishops.
Al had originally promised his partner that he could go back tonight, but now he wanted to stay and read the gossip, ahem...information, collected by the Holy See, so he used the communication crystal to contact Samuel and told him not to wait for him.
Piles of letters were kept in a secret room in the former Pope's study. Al took some out and sat in the study to read them.
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"Knock knock"
The silver-haired young man looked up upon hearing the voice, only to find that the sky had completely darkened since dusk. After reaching a higher level, he no longer felt hungry or tired, so when he was absorbed in something, he would always fail to notice the passage of time.
Al got up and opened the door. No one knocked on the door and called his name casually. It must not be Abner and his friends. He guessed that it must be the Bishop...
"?!"ah?
The young man's eyes widened when he saw someone he had never expected. The moment the door opened, before he could react, he heard a "hiss" sound.
El looked down in confusion, and sure enough, something pierced his abdomen...
Maybe it was a stress response, his brain blocked the pain, and he couldn't feel any pain at the moment.
Until the person on the other side stopped and pulled out the staff, warm blood began to flow out and pain began to appear, becoming more acute with every breath.
Beads of sweat appeared on Al's forehead. At this moment, he still had the leisure to reflect on himself. The old saying was right, one should not be too complacent, or else happiness would lead to tragedy.
The protective seal left by the God of Light took effect. Al could feel his damaged internal organs being repaired. He touched the bracelet on his wrist and turned it into a complete staff.
Originally, he had no feelings for the other party, and was not shocked or sad when he was suddenly attacked. He just looked at the other party with complicated eyes and said calmly, "Your Majesty, you really know how to surprise people."
The other party habitually spoke with a gentle smile, "Sorry, Al, you are a good boy, and I don't want to kill you."
Al didn't want to take action for the time being. He wanted to know the reason, so he talked to him calmly.
"I am no match for you, but you should know that I have a protective seal on me. I am afraid you cannot kill me in a short time. Aren't you worried about being discovered by others?"
The gentle white-haired man sighed, "I'm sorry, because of my god's seal, I need to kill you three more times. I will finish it as soon as possible and won't let you suffer for too long."
When Xia Zuo attacked again, the young man who had been prepared dodged away. The man noticed that Al's speed and flexibility far exceeded that of an ordinary magician, and raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not take it to heart.
The difference in realm is too great. No matter how the child struggles, it is in vain.
Al glanced at the black staff in the other person's hand that was bent like a branch. He had seen it in the underground treasury. It was the staff of the god of plague.
Tsk, it turns out that the key was not given on purpose, to prevent others from discovering the theft of the god’s relics.
The light magic made the night look like day, but there was still no movement from other people around.
Al struggled to maintain control of the elements, and seeing that no help was coming, he, a mage saint, went crazy and continued to fight with the demigod-level person.
After using two teleportation scrolls in succession but not seeing any space cracks, Al's heart sank completely.
If one didn't work, he would think it was carelessness on the part of the maker and a small mistake had been made; but if two didn't work, he couldn't explain it away as bad luck or coincidence.
"A relic of a space-related god?"
Xia Zuo replied in a gentle voice, "Yes, the things in the treasure house are still very useful."
Fuck... Al cursed inwardly. How could he be so naive to think that the other party only had a magic wand to disguise himself as the murderer.
Now it seems that the reason why the people from the Vatican are not taking any action is also due to a certain artifact.
“Cough… cough cough…” A line of blood flowed from the corner of the silver-haired young man’s mouth. This was the second time he was on the verge of death.
The perpetrator actually showed some regret, "At this age, he has already reached the level of a Dharma Saint. He is really a talented child."
Al suddenly remembered something that happened a long time ago. "Those candidates... ahem... were you the one who did it?"
Xia Zuo did not deny it. “You are much better than them. If I could, I would not want you to die. Unfortunately… you are too valuable.”
His strength was already one major realm higher than that of the silver-haired young man, and his body was covered with relics of gods, light, wood, water... everything around him, even the air seemed to be attacking. How could Al be his opponent? He had never been so embarrassed in his life!
If he hadn't been practicing swordsmanship for many years and his body hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have died long ago.
Even so, Al couldn't hold on for long. The space artifact confined him to one square meter, unable to advance or retreat, and the three protective seals were soon used up.
What's more troublesome is that the wounds caused by the plague god's staff on him are not effectively healed by healing magic.
Xia Zuo stood a few steps away, moved his fingers, and took what he wanted from the young man who was so weak that he could only stand with the support of a staff.
A white spot of light flowed out from El's heart, but stopped for a moment and then returned to its owner's body.
The white-haired man narrowed his eyes. He was sure that the child was not a god of law, so he should not be able to see or control the power of faith. Why couldn't he take it away?
Is it really necessary for him to die completely?
Xia Zuo looked at the young man who was barely holding on to his defensive magic. Why was he still resisting?
It's obvious that there's no chance of winning, so the sooner you give up, the sooner you can be free from the pain, right?
The man who was sure of victory suddenly frowned - a strong sense of oppression appeared in this space that was completely controlled by him.
Almost at the moment when Xia Zuo noticed something unusual, the elemental creation that was attacking him from El's side had completely disappeared into the darkness.
He was shrouded in thick darkness, but it made him feel more at ease than the warm light. Before he fell down, he was embraced by a very familiar embrace.
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