Three days later, the Basilica of St. Peter, Vatican, Holy Roman Empire.

In the main hall of the church, the worshippers are slowly dispersed under the leadership of the bishops. The priests were dusting the ground with long brooms. The nuns stood silently aside, waiting to serve the Son of God in the portrait. Day after day, year after year, waiting for the one who does not know when he will be born again again.

This basilica is also called St. Peter's Basilica. This is a name that only the people of Destiny would call it. Because the lower level of this hall is for the worshippers to worship. And the direction of their worship is the place where the Supreme Council of the Mandate of Heaven holds.

That's a nasty design, isn't it?

Mortals shamelessly occupy the position of gods, put on the masks of gods, put on the veils of gods, and lie about themselves as the spokesmen of gods through a wall painted with portraits of gods, and accept the worship of thousands of devout believers.

What a sinful picture.

Perhaps believers do not yet know that the gods in their hearts are the most utter demons in the eyes of Destiny.

When you enter the conference hall, you will find that there are windows on the left and right sides of the hall.

Normally, the venue of the Supreme Council is a secret room, which will be built in the most secret place, because every point of discussion in such a room is enough to stir up waves in the mortal world. Even a little bit of revelation will cause a full-scale war in the world.

But just as bad as it was to design St. Perd's Basilica, he designed windows on both sides of the chamber and actually made them.

The left side of the window leads to St. Peter's Basilica, where the voices of the faithful chanting, heartfelt prayers, and faith in the gods can be heard and seen in the chamber.

The window on the right opens onto the sky. The prayers of the believers are heard by those in authority, and they float out through the window on the right. And if they are tired, they can also look up at the sky and relax.

What's more, after the designer built this window, the sound in the conference room could not be transmitted at all, and the sound from outside would be transmitted in every detail.

Many of the devout old godfathers of Destiny were furious at such a design, which was grave blasphemy. The voice of mortals has to pass through the church to reach the gods, is it that destiny wants to replace it?

Destiny is dismissive of this. The old godfathers soon died of old age.

However, this conference hall is not often opened. Only the most urgent and urgent meetings will be held here.

And the window will be sealed.

Nothing else, but also because the design of this conference hall is really flashy.

If you are thinking about how you can get more money from other kingdoms to fight against Honkai and save the world, suddenly a believer's prayer comes to your ears: "God, what am I going to do if my wife betrays me?" ”

What would you think? Let your wife face the Honkaimon, bastard.

Then someone casually wrote a ball of paper and threw it out.

The poor believer, who had been hit in the face by a ball of paper, thought that God had appeared to him, and he opened it to see that he had chosen to forgive her, of course.

He went back happily. I heard that his life was really much more harmonious later, but the child didn't look like him.

Today, this conference hall is open again.

Believers are not allowed to enter the main hall at this time, because this point has to be cleaned.

"Edward, is this the surprise you brought me?" The man named Sun sat at the head of the conference hall. He leaned over his face with one hand, his emerald green eyes lazily looking at a small loose cloth bag on the table, and he raised his hand to lift up a few strands of blonde hair that had quietly slipped down to his forehead.

Inside the cloth bag was a golden metal fragment.

But it's not gold. Its value is not at all comparable to gold, compared to which gold is as worthless as dung.

It is soul steel, the material for soul weapons. The only soul weapon currently in the possession of the Mandate of Heaven is in the hands of the Pope. She is mysterious, and no one knows what it is except the Pope Dark Emperor.

But there is a piece of news that there is a generation of popes who single-handedly suppressed three Emperor-level Honkai Beasts with that weapon.

So everyone knows how powerful that weapon is.

The value of this fragment is immeasurable.

"Yes Father. I found signs of collapse in the area where the Tenth Knights were stationed. After using the power of the Tenth Knights to sweep away the Honkai, I found this thing in the place where they gathered, and because of the importance of the matter, I have personally returned to report it to you. Because where there may still be its existence. ”

In front of him, a young man with the same blond hair and emerald green eyes stood respectfully in front of him. Compared with the man in the seat, his face had a more impetuous smile and cynical impatience.

"Did you leave anyone behind to continue the search?"

"Yes. The head of the 10th Knights, Captain Gerard, was personally in charge. If you find something, you will notify me as soon as possible. ”

"Gerard Shaniyat—" Bishop Dark muttered the name silently, a playful look in his eyes.

He chuckled suddenly, "How did you get involved with Gerald?" ”

"I didn't have anything to do with him, I just borrowed soldiers from him." Edward pretended to be confused.

"Gerald doesn't easily send his subordinates to participate in activities like mining. He may help you get rid of Honkaimon, but he will never help you guard the mine and dig it for you. Solarus smiled playfully, "Did he take a fancy to you?" ”

"Father, I don't know what you're talking about." Edward continued to keep his head down.

Apparently he was planning to say nothing.

Solarus looked at the son silently for a moment.

With a lazy, disinterested expression.

After a while he said, "You've grown up, you're twenty years old." You're the eldest son of the Apokalis family, and you should have some plans of your own—" Solarus sat up suddenly, with some serious expressions. The man's handsome countenance was as bright as the sun god in the sunlight shining through the window, and there was no indication that he was a man who was twenty years old even as his son. His beauty is even better than Edward's.

"But let me remind you that Gerald is not someone you can use. He is a lion, a lion who has been learning Arthur. He is destined to be called a great hero like Arthur, a hero like Arthur that I can't control. If you cooperate with him—" Solarus lay back again and said no more.

"Yes, Father. I see, thanks for the reminder. But I really don't have anything to do with Captain Gerald. Edward said respectfully.

"Really?" Solarus smiled, "That's good. Alright, I already know what you've gained, you can go back. ”

"But father, I have a request—" Edward hurriedly wanted to add something, but Solarus didn't give him a chance.

Solarus waved his hand, "Go back." ”

The corners of Edward's mouth twitched, and he lowered his head and turned to leave. It can be seen that he is a little unwilling.

Solarus slowly sat up straight after Edward left.

"Edward, after all, he's too young. How can you be sure that this soul steel is all he found...", he played with the fragment in his hand.

I don't know when he got the shard.

This soul steel is very light, much lighter than ordinary metal, but the quality is not comparable to metal at all.

"Gerald... Our feud, are you going to involve my son—" he snorted softly.

"You would never have done this before... Hopefully I'm thinking too much. Gerrard, I really hope, is that I think too much. He held his face in his hands, his eyes flickering, as if he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

He stood up, his rich robe moving as he got up. He walked slowly to the window and looked out at the sunset. He was the only one standing alone in the huge conference hall. There was no one with him.

His fingers clasped tightly against the stone slab on the edge of the window, as if they were getting bloodless and bloodless from too much force, but he ignored them.

"If you're here, can you tell me what I'm going to do? If you're here, can you tell me if I've done anything wrong over the years..."