The one who opened the door and walked into the bedroom was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Her supple blonde hair shone against the backdrop of a gray maid outfit.

"Good evening, Lord Eliot. ”

The girl nodded slightly at Lu Chen and said softly.

Lu Chen gave a vague "um", which was a promise.

In Elliot's memory, he soon found the identity of the young girl -

Angel Grant, the personal maid of Lord Elliot Savile.

Many citizens always think that the women in the central cathedral are nuns, but in fact, there are many ordinary maids like An Jie in the church, who take on all kinds of daily affairs.

The Grant family is a pious family that has served the church for a long time, and as a member of the Grant family, Anjie not only lived in the central cathedral since she was a child, but was also assigned to be Elliot's personal maid when she became an adult.

As far as I can remember, Elliot's life has always been cared for by this maid - although the oracle is a fictitious position, it is still a high status, and it is completely normal to have a maid of his own.

Lu Chen raised his eyes and looked at the wall clock on the wall: the rose-shaped watch hand pointed to ten o'clock accurately.

Ten o'clock is the time of the day, and the maid An Jie comes to clean the room.

The maid An Jie smiled sweetly at Lu Chen, then turned around and opened the cabinet, skillfully took out a feather duster, and started today's cleaning work.

Eliot grew up frail and mostly read without leaving home, so his room was filled with books of all kinds, and it was no easy task to clean them up—but Anjie was clearly familiar with the road, and the feather duster flew up and down for a while, easily sweeping all kinds of strange corners of the bookshelves.

Her smooth and dexterous movements have a different kind of beauty in Lu Chen's opinion.

As a modern civilized person, Lu Daguan has never seen the profession of maid in the feudal era with his own eyes...... He stared curiously at An Jie's petite body for a while, and felt that it was not polite, so he cleared his throat in embarrassment, turned around and sat down at the desk, and picked up a book casually.

- Of course, Lu Daguan didn't plan to read a book, but it was a good way to divert his attention.

Lu Chen turned the page of the book, only to find that it was full of strange common language ancient texts, although he could barely read it with Eliot's knowledge, but Lu Chen still couldn't help but feel dizzy......

For him, who is accustomed to reading Chinese characters, reading this otherworldly ancient script is simply a kind of torture.

Lu Chen read the whole page in a daze, only to realize that this was a history book about the founding period of the empire.

The basic content is about how the brave ancestors of the empire killed the Void Evil God and established an early base area......

What the hell!" Lu Chen sighed, threw this otherworldly story book on the table, and rubbed his eyes in pain.

He was still desperate for his dyslexia, but the voice of the maid An Jie sounded behind him:

"Speaking of which, Lord Eliot, it's Christmas! I almost forgot to wish you a Merry Christmas!"

"Ah...... Yes, it's Christmas......" Lu Chen replied dryly, leaning back in his chair and staring blankly at the ceiling.

The ceiling is painted with ornate murals with a strong religious atmosphere, which seem to be related to the great catastrophe in history.

"When I came to the Central Cathedral, it was also Christmas!" An Jie chuckled behind his back, "Do you remember, thirteen years ago?

You are about the same age as me, thirteen years ago, weren't you also a child? Lu Chen turned around and glanced at An Jie.

"It's been thirteen years in a flash......" An Jie obviously didn't notice the expression of the divine envoy, and sighed to herself, and the waving of the feather duster gradually slowed down, "I don't know how long this kind of day can last?"

What do you mean by this? Lu Chen couldn't help but frown.

For some reason, An Jie's words brought a sense of foreboding, which made Lu Chen feel worried.

It feels very much like Jia Zheng in "Dream of Red Mansions", after hearing the unlucky lantern riddle, he has a premonition of the defeat of a big family.

But fortunately, An Jie did not continue to discuss this melancholy topic.

The girl paused for a moment, and then there was a light smile in her voice:

"Did you get a present for Christmas, Lord Eliot?"

Gifts? Is this thing counted? Lu Chen glanced at the oil lamp in his hand.

Theoretically, this was forced by him from the Pope, and it is probably not a serious Christmas present......

"Nope. Lu Chen shook his head and said, "Didn't it be said in the holy scriptures, "Don't accept gifts for nothing!"

In order to adapt to the identity of the "divine messenger", Lu Chen wittily scavenged a dogma from Eliot's memory and triumphantly dropped a bookbag.

"It's worthy of Lord Eliot!" the maid exclaimed, "When it comes to piety and doctrinal mastery, there is no one in our church who can compare to you!"

Reverent...... Doctrinal Mastery...... An Jie's comment made Lu Chen, an atheist on the earth, blush.

However, as far as I can remember, Eliot Savile was indeed a competent oracle - an eighteen-year-old boy who lost his father at the age of three and took over as an oracle devoted most of his life to the study of religious texts, and it was with this passion for religious studies that Eliot was able to guide his followers with his profound religious cultivation in his three-year church sermons.

It has long been asserted in the Church that young Elliot Savile is the greatest oracle the Church has ever had!

These illustrious reputations can't help but make Lu Chen feel a lot of pressure: if he accidentally exposes his shallow ignorance as an earthling, it will ruin the good reputation of Elliot's little brother......

"But, Lord Elliot, I think you should go outside. Lu Chen was still thinking nonsense, but the maid An Jie opened her mouth to remind, "It's not easy for everyone now, the priests, gentlemen, and sisters in the church want to see you more!"

See me? Lu Chen was stunned for a moment, turned his head back, and saw An Jie's serious blue eyes.

"You're an envoy, and it's not a problem to sit in your study all the time!" said the maid firmly.

Hearing this, Lu Chen sighed, reached out and rubbed his temples.

As a leader, he should care more about his subordinates - Lu Chen is mixed with officialdom on the earth, of course he knows this. But the problem is that he still doesn't know much about the situation in this world, so it's strange to let the current Lu Daguan have a long talk with the church people and not show his feet!

"Besides......" he replied vaguely, "I haven't been in good spirits lately......

Unexpectedly, this prevarication immediately attracted the attention of the maid.

"Speaking of which, I don't think you have much energy lately!" An Jie nodded, "Have you been stressed too much lately? You should rest more and worry less...... Speaking of which, did His Majesty the Pope look for you again just now? Did His Majesty ...... again? Persuaded you to surrender?"

The girl's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, completely stunned Lu Daguan.

Surrender? What surrender? Lao Tzu is not Qian Qianyi!

"Cast ...... Descend?" he stammered.

"That's right!" An Jie nodded seriously, "Hasn't he been thinking about surrendering to the parliament and the Wehrmacht recently!"

"Parliament" ...... "Defence Force"......

These two familiar and unfamiliar words awakened the confused memories in the mind. Before the crossing, the conversation between Elliot and Gregory, and the current situation of the Holy Church, gradually became clear......

Lu Chen couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart anymore, and slammed his fist on the desk.

"Lord Elliot, are you alright?" exclaimed the maid Anjie.

"Ah, I'm fine......" Lu Chen rubbed his palms and barely squeezed out a smile, "You're right, the Pope did persuade me to surrender when he crowned him......