Although my teacher did not introduce myself to the young man in the light purple dress, I still don’t know who he is.
But judging from their respect for the young man and the fact that he could easily lift the curse that had troubled her for a long time, he was undoubtedly a big shot in the church.
Because Archbishop Dino once told her that the curse on her involved a very high level of power, having reached the mythical level.
But that young man could easily remove a curse involving a mythical rank...
This must be a noble person of high status, Vivian said to herself.
Is he here for what happened in Prague town?
It is estimated that only incidents like this that cause large-scale pollution can attract the attention of those in high positions.
Vivian walked towards the Special Operations Department office while her thoughts were wandering.
Behind her, in the second-floor office of Jolton Cathedral, Scolem stood in front of the French window, quietly gazing at the night sky outside the window.
For him, there were still too many doubts about the incident in the small town of Prague.
He had spent the entire day today and all night last night searching the town of Prague, trying to find any traces of the isolation ritual formation.
Whatever exists will inevitably leave traces.
However, after searching for a whole day and night, and even using the power of Mercedes, he still could not find any trace of the isolation ritual formation in the town.
It was as if the isolation ritual formation had never appeared in that town, but if there was no isolation ritual formation.
What was that invisible barrier at the beginning?
Also, why did that invisible barrier suddenly disappear when I was about to break it?
If he had not seen the barrier with his own eyes, he would probably have thought that the barrier had never existed.
There is no trace at all.
He once thought about using the power of history books to trace back the history of that small town and see what exactly happened there.
But unfortunately, he failed.
The time reversal was normal at the beginning, but then for some reason it seemed to be stuck and stayed at that fragment.
This strange situation made him more concerned about this town. He suspected that there was a bigger conspiracy behind the Prague town incident.
"What on earth do these heretics want to do?"
Scolem murmured silently in his heart, and then his eyes became unusually sharp.
No matter what those heretics want to do, they will never allow them to destroy the order established by the great Lord.
If he really caught them, he would let them experience what it feels like to be swallowed by fear.
At the same time, in a dark underground palace, a figure sat high on the throne at the top, speaking in an indifferent and majestic tone to his subordinates who were kneeling on the ground below:
"How are the preparations for the sacrifices going?"
Hearing this majestic voice, the men kneeling on the ground bowed their heads and said devoutly:
"My noble highness, the sacrifices you need are ready. You can start the plan at any time."
"Your humble servant will witness you ascend to the supreme throne with my own eyes, and will tremble before your majesty."
The figure sitting high on the throne said with satisfaction:
"Very good! Then let's start preparing for the grand performance that is coming."
"This ancient throne of the Kingdom of Night will become noble again because I sit on it."
After hearing this order, the subordinates kneeling below praised in unison:
"Your humble and faithful servant, obeying your will."
The figure on the throne hummed softly and said calmly:
"Go down and make contact!"
After these words fell, the subordinates who were kneeling on the ground stood up and left.
Soon, the only figure left in the empty, dark palace was the figure on the throne.
The figure stood up from the throne, reached out to touch the mysterious pattern carved on the throne, and muttered to himself in a low voice:
"Will I really be free once I sit on this throne?"
However, no one answered.
The figure didn't care, and murmured mockingly in an almost dreamy voice:
"Oh! Gods..."
…
An hour later, on the other side, someone who received a message whispered to himself.
"Are you ready to start? Then we have to take action."
…
Time goes back to an hour ago. Vivian, in a good mood, walked into the Special Operations Department office with her slender, round and white legs and light steps.
Listening to the pleasant sound of high heels hitting the ground, Eros turned his head to look towards the door of the office.
Then he saw Vivian's expression, which had changed from her usual hopeless look to one that was unusually relaxed.
Seeing this scene, Eros raised his eyebrows. Is this the curse lifted?
That’s right, with the help of the descendants of that god, there is indeed no possibility of failure.
"Vivian, has the curse on you been successfully lifted?"
Looking at Vivian's appearance, Peter had no idea what had happened.
Vivian sat down on the office chair beside her, leaning back in an extremely arrogant posture, with her long legs crossed on the desk. She parted her red lips and uttered the word "hmm" with a cheerful ending.
Hearing Vivian's admission, Peter and David looked at each other, and both showed a look of "as expected" in their eyes.
However, when David saw Vivian's arrogant attitude, he pretended to be surprised and said:
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