Chapter Eighty-Three: The Necromancer's Hospitality
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Harry Mirren is the name of the cardinal who is responsible for leading the team on the side of the Holy See.
The pale old man sighed slowly, a hint of sorrow between his brows.
Obviously, the first life so far has left him a little physically and mentally exhausted, and since he decided to take the lead outside of Atlas City in an attempt to suppress Sigma with momentum, the next life has been out of his control. The necromancer's future star wasn't some brilliant monster or a scheming sage, but he still fought back with his jaw-dropping cheekiness and sharp, undisciplined bad eye.
From the upright conspiracy to the pretense during the duel, he still underestimated him, because he was a young man, so he relaxed his vigilance, but he was pecked out of the goose all year round, and was played by the other party fiercely.
Mental blow and frustration are secondary, the key is...... The key is the dinner!
Thinking of this, Bishop Harry's lower abdomen began to ache again, and even after using the Holy Light to soothe it again and again, his digestive system, which had served him for decades, was still wailing. It was clear that the necromancer's grand dinner had deeply hurt the cardinal's old body and fragile mind, and he knew for the first time that the necromancer's meal was so terrible - if it weren't for the expressionless face of the necromancers at the table pouring the same food into their mouths with a steady frequency and without haste, he would have thought that it was a clumsy and blatant poisoning assassination.
The clergy of the Holy See were not keen on enjoyment, and the ascetics ate only black bread and water that could be used as blunt objects, but at this moment Bishop Harry was still adamant that to call it food would be a slander against the beautiful thing that feeds the billions of lives of the tribes of Nolen......
Deep-fried poison dart frog, stewed snail with Naluo grass, spicy stick bone broth, dark hot pot, crazy slime......
Even more excessive than the names of the dishes that are becoming more and more excessive are the objects that look more curious than the names of the dishes, but the members of the Holy See still have to swallow this bitter fruit, because the necromancers eat happily, and as guests, they also have to give face. What's more, the head chef is also standing on the side, an outstanding beauty, an excellent mage, and a highly skilled alchemist, such a beautiful and powerful lady is in charge of the kitchen herself, if you say two "not delicious" comments, the consequences will be very strict......
Obviously, what happened at the dinner party must have been instigated and instigated by that cautious little bastard.
And this was only the first day, and Harry could imagine that in the coming not too short time, this cunning little villain must have more ways to torment himself, and in addition to being vigilant, the self-proclaimed brave and decisive cardinal also had a faint sadness - obviously, it was not a good thing to be targeted by such a little bastard full of intrigues.
He couldn't help but sigh again, this is the upright conspiracy.
If the other party deliberately makes things difficult for the clergy to eat coarse black bread and cold water, and live in a shabby thatched hut that leaks everywhere to the extreme, then that's all, after all, as a clergyman, they will all experience a period of penance, this means is nothing at all, everyone can be as happy as they are, and it can only bring out the other party's petty family spirit, but this is not the case.
The necromancer received them with ceremonies that were so complicated that they were drowsy.
Accompanied by the Master of the Sanctuary, the powerful and beautiful Mage Chef personally cooked, and a dizzying array of sumptuous but very unpalatable dishes were served like water, it was a completely impeccable dinner.
Finally, there is the top floor of Atlas's most luxurious foreign guest hotel, especially for him, a luxurious residence of more than 200 square meters, with all kinds of facilities and supplies, which is really a grand courtesy.
So, that's the most uncomfortable.
The other party's etiquette and demeanor are impeccable, and anyone looks at it as the highest level of courtesy, but under this pretending to be the highest courtesy, there is the rolling malice of a seemingly innocent but black-bellied little bastard. Especially at the dinner party, the sumptuous necromancer was also extremely welcome, but others were likely to have diarrhea to the point that even the stomach pulled out of the dark banquet, which really revealed a great bad intention, and the luxurious room of more than 200 square meters where he lived at the moment, although it looked luxurious, but its decoration style was obviously the art of death that the necromancer loved......
For example, this is a luxurious bed that is enough for ten people to roll on it, and the body of the bed is not expensive and ornate wood, nor precious metal, but the huge skeleton of an unknown creature, carved into a hideous shape, which looks like a white coffin, lying on the bed, and when you open your eyes, you can see the exaggerated grimaces of the ceiling with strange shapes and different expressions.
Let's talk about this soft sand, not so much sand as the skull throne in various legends, as for what kind of creature is the leather of that soft-touch leather fabric, this is better not to delve into it.
On the walls are oil paintings in a very dark style, the main colors are red and black, and the pigment is made of blood.
In the corner of the wall stood an exaggeratedly shaped dried corpse, which was said to be a specimen of an orc swordmaster.
There is also a bathroom.
In the bathroom, the spout that spewed warm water into the bath was a sculpture of a woman with a hideous and twisted face, and the sculpture was so ingenious that ordinary people in their normal minds would never dare to enter the bath, because everyone would wonder if the sculpture's gaping mouth would spurt out thick blood in the next moment......
as well as toilets.
Toilet, the shape of the toilet is a goblin head with a big mouth open, I don't know which performance artist designed the strange thing, anyway, whether it's sitting on the toilet to excrete, or peeing in it, it obviously requires a very strong psychological element......
More than 200 square meters of luxury suites, all the facilities are readily available, there is no shortage at all, the etiquette is not bad at all, but all are full of necromancer-style hunting style, especially after the lights go out and sleep, the walls that have been painted with special materials will glow with luminous night light, setting off all kinds of dried corpse specimens, skeleton wall hangings, hunting oil paintings, bone carving furniture in the house looks more hideous, making people have an illusion of being in the underworld......
This is the test of the Light......
The bishop could only console himself with this.
He had some worries, Sigma's "Lao Tzu is just going to toss you" posture even he couldn't resist himself, so can those younger priests hold on?
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
A cloaked cleric pushed the door open at Bishop Harry's behalf.
"Lord Bishop, do you need me to reach out to Sigma?" A clear and calm female voice came from under the hood.
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