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In the early morning, a fiery red morning sun rises from the east, and the warm sunlight shines over the entire city of Rosal, waking the city from the quiet night and starting a new day. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Early in the morning, the inhabitants of the city walked out of their homes, holding all kinds of tools and materials in their hands, and began their work for the day, and the townspeople were trying to restore the ruined city of Rosal, which had been ravaged by the Demon Feast, to its original appearance.

The sound of tinkling knocks resounded in the city, and the city of Rosal, which was next to the twilight forest, seemed to have regained its former peace and tranquility.

Phillips stood in front of a mirror in his bedroom, carefully arranging his clothes, until the red mage on his body was neatly dressed, and there were no wrinkles on his clothes, Phillips nodded with satisfaction, but found that the bandage wrapped around his left eye was a little dirty, he quickly untied the bandage on his left eye, and then found a new white bandage, and re-bandaged his injured left eye.

Phillips was blind in his left eye.

Looking at his injured left eye, Phillips felt mixed feelings.

Some are happy, some are regretful...

Fortunately, in the battle with the Demon Banquet, he only went to his left eye and did not lose his life, but unfortunately, there are too many excellent trainee exorcists who died in that battle, but they are still alive...

As the supreme leader of the ruling branch of Rosal, the person who should die the most to protect Rosall City is actually himself...

Although the exorcists of Rosall eventually repelled the feast that night, they suffered heavy casualties, and nearly half of the trainee exorcists gave their young lives to protect the city's inhabitants.

But thankfully, all the people who were injured in the battle survived well, because this is the Sect of Light, and the most important thing is an excellent priest, thinking of this, Phillips couldn't help but say a silent sentence in his heart

Praise the light...

"Pran! Puran!! Phillips habitually called this name, wanting to command something, but after waiting for a long time, the sound of pushing the door and the familiar footsteps still did not sound, and Phillips remembered that the stinky and stubborn hairy boy had been sent to the forefront of the fight against the blood clan three days ago.

The familiar figure was gone, Phillips felt as if something was missing in his life, he was a little difficult to adapt to for a while, he wanted to find a chair to sit on, but he was afraid of crumpling his mage robe, so Phillips had to continue to stand there.

At this moment, a young red-clothed exorcist pushed the door open, walked up quickly, and reported to Phillips, "Your Excellency! The team of the Cult of Light is about to enter the city! ”

Hearing this, Phillips took a deep breath, and after tidying up his appearance again to ensure that nothing was lost, he ordered: "Everyone, immediately line up at the gate of the city to greet you!" ”

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The gates of Rosall are now fully open, Fili

Puth led all his subordinates in a row at the gate of the city, and stood there respectfully, waiting patiently.

Looking from a distance at the city gate, I saw a team of red men and horses, under a round of red morning sun, slowly walking in the direction of the city gate.

Red is the color of the mage robes on the exorcists in this team, and all of them are red-clothed exorcists, and in the middle of this group of exorcists, there is a noble white carriage, just above the body of the carriage, three six-pointed stars composed of a pattern, highlighting the identity of the owner of the horse.

Phillips, of course, knew who was sitting in the carriage, the white Metropolitan of Giles, who ruled over the area, including Rosal!

When he learned that Metropolitan Giles was coming to Rosal, Phillips was shocked and only told the time when the Metropolitan and his party were coming, but he did not know anything about the purpose of the visit.

Thinking of the title of Metropolis, Phillips, who was standing at the gate of the city, became more and more respectful, because the Metropolitan was a high-ranking existence for himself, the little leader of the Ruling Chamber of Rosal!

The Church of Light belongs to the theocratic state, and the title of bishop represents the supreme administrator of a region, and Phillips's current position is the head of the adjudication branch of a small city, which is far from the title of bishop, and above the bishop, according to the scope of the area under his jurisdiction and the rank of the position, in order of arrival from small to high, are district bishops, metropolitans, archbishops, archbishops, patriarchs, and cardinals.

Although these are all divisions of positions, in the cruel world of the Continent of the Gods, where strength is paramount, the level of position is basically the same as the level of strength.

And above the cardinals, there are thirteen popes in the Cult of Light whose strength is close to that of gods!

And the supreme Pope of Light, in the eyes of everyone in the Cult of Light, is a true god...

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The carriage and the procession slowly stopped at the gate of Rosal, and stopped in front of Phillips, the door of the carriage opened, and Phillips's heart began to get nervous, but he found that two people stepped down from the carriage, and the one who walked in front was a middle-aged man with short brown hair, wearing a white mage robe, his eyes were bright, and the smile on his lips made people feel approachable.

Phillips had seen the portrait of Metropolitan Giles in White, and presumably this middle-aged man was Metropolitan Giles himself.

The color of his clothes has nothing to do with his position, but represents his origins in the Cult of the Illuminati, and this Metropolitan Giles was not born in the Hall of Inquisition like Phillips, but from another branch of the Cult of the Illuminati, the Holy Temple.

Sanctuary, presiding priest, dressed in white mage robes.

But the dress of the one who followed Giles made Phillips can't help but look twice.

This person was wearing a simple white robe, the color of the robe was slightly shiny, spotless, and he held a slender staff with a white body in his hand, which was unique in shape, and the material made it impossible to distinguish whether it was wood or stone. The hood on the white robe covered his face, and the silver-white beard that fell to his chest like a waterfall showed that he was an old man.

Phillips immediately withdrew his gaze, because

Metropolitan Giles had already walked in front of him, and Phillips leaned his staff into his arms and bowed to Metropolitan Giles, which was the highest etiquette for the mages on the Continent of the Gods to show respect.

Giles looked at himself and said softly in the deep voice of a middle-aged man:

"Praise the light! You're the hero of Rosal, Lord Phillips, aren't you? ”

"Don't dare to be! Don't dare to be! Phillips said in horror: "With the loss of so many trainee exorcists in the Hall of Judgment, I, Phillips, really have no shame to meet adults!" ”

"It's not your fault that it happened suddenly," Metropolitan Giles admonished, "and they have lost their lives to protect the people of the Cult of Light, and their souls will return to the embrace of the God of Light, praise the Light!" ”

"Praise the light!" Everyone present followed Metropolitan Giles as they spoke, hoping that what Metropolitan Giles said would come true, because the young exorcists who had passed away were the true heroes of the city.

Giles glanced at the scene in the city, and saw that the townspeople did not all come out to greet him because of his arrival, but were preoccupied with rebuilding their homes, and couldn't help but nod in satisfaction.

"Dear Lord Giles," Phelps asked, standing on the side, "I wonder what you're going to do next, why don't you go to the Judgment Chamber?" ”

"No need," Giles shook his head and smiled, "We're tired from the journey, we want to go and rest first." ”

"No problem!" Phelps replied, "It's all ready for you, come with me!" ”

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Phillips respectfully led Giles and his party to a hotel, this is the best inn in Rosal, which has been fully occupied by Phillips, Phillips led Giles and the old man to a spacious room on the top floor of the inn, originally this room was specially prepared for Giles alone, but Giles didn't seem to have any intention of letting the old man leave, and Phillips himself didn't dare to say more.

"You have a good rest first, then I will retreat first."

With that, Phillips wanted to leave the room, but at that moment, a slightly old hand put his arm on his arm.

Phillips looked at the old man in the white robe with some surprise, and asked, "Is there anything else you have to do?" ”

The old man didn't speak, and the light on the staff flashed, and Phillips felt a wave of warm energy rush towards his injured left eye...

Phillips seemed to know what was happening, but he didn't dare to rudely untie the bandage of his left eye in front of the two of them to confirm it, Phillips bowed deeply to the old man and silently exited the room.

After Phillips left the room, Giles immediately pulled out a chair, moved it to the old man, and said in a respectful tone that he had become accustomed to: "Teacher Raphael, please take a seat!" ”

"Oh? Thank you! ”

Seeing the old man sit down, Giles opened a box he was carrying, and the large and small bottles in it were all wine!

Giles picked a bottle from it, poured a full one, and brought it to the old man

"I really didn't expect that you, the white-clothed Pope of the Holy Temple, would come to Rosar City with me!"

(End of chapter)

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