What will it be, and how will it be taken out?

After looking around, the archbishop found two slender bell rod hammers, small metal hammers that belonged to musical instruments that fit into the gaps under the pedestals of the statues.

"Smack... Bang..."

Carefully remove the plaster-filled pieces from falling deeper into the crevices and clogging them up.

With a special sense of anticipation, it took more than ten minutes to clean up the debris on the cracks.

The reflection inside is more obvious, but because of the reflection, the archbishop still can't see what is inside, in short, it should be a shiny thing.

The shaft of the metal hammer is long enough that the two should try to clip it out.

Pinching the two hammers, he gently reached into the pole.

The sound of "ding..." made his heart tighten, and then another pole touched the thing in the same way, making the same crisp sound.

'I hope I didn't break it!'

I tried it many times, and by the time I lifted it for the sixth time, there was finally a clear sense of weight on the pole, and the thing should not have slipped.

The archbishop swore that he had never been so nervous in all these years, sweat on his forehead, and his hands trembling slightly, but he had to try to restrain himself.

The gap more than thirty centimeters long seemed to have no head, and several times in the middle he could feel something on the pole rubbing against the side wall of the gap and almost falling down.

It might be easier to dial it out, but the archbishop didn't dare to bet on whether the contents would be damaged by friction with the stone.

Since calling himself the archbishop of the Church, Shadoman has never heard a special voice, not once.

As a teenager and a young man, Shadoman was politically enthusiastic, and he almost embarked on the path of a priesthood militant, and even if he became a priest, he was still a good missionary with teachings in mind.

But as his status grew, Shadoman began to gradually lose his heart, which was not only the corruption of power, but also the shaking of faith.

As the archbishop of the Church of Light, this mortal spokesman personally selected by God in the preaching is not firm in his faith.

Yes, it's true.

The archbishop never heard the "voice of God", not once.

Shouldn't he be the closest man to God in the mortal world? If he hadn't felt the presence of God even during his long wait, then... Does God Really Exist?

This vacillation is at the bedrock level of the faith, but it does not affect Shadoman's maintenance of the Church of Light.

The Church has become a huge institution of power and interests, bringing a foundation for the enjoyment of life and a lofty status for millions of church members.

In some countries, the clergy of the Church of Light are privately described as "a different kind of aristocracy."

This argument is strongly resisted by the church, but it is much the same.

Perhaps not surprisingly, the Archbishopric held the power to live the rest of his life in peace, and then helped the Church to choose the next suitable archbishop.

But the sound of last night, the one that at first upset Sadomana, but by the morning it became more and more concerned as he understood its meaning.

Wise beings of desire are always accustomed to finding a possibility they like, and Sadoman is no exception.

In Sadorman's feeling at this moment, he became more and more convinced of a certain possibility:

The noise, which was inaudible and irritable at first, symbolized the agitated and noisy heart of Sardoman himself, and before dawn, the lust for power and greed corrupted him, and it was only in the early morning that he finally had a moment of peace.

At that time, I heard that voice clearly, that kind of call that was definitely not from the mortal world!

Sadoman trembled in his arms as he grasped what had finally been pinched out, a gem with a dull tinge and a shape that at first glance had the sensation of spreading light.

'That's... Celestial Voice!'

"Archbishop, why are you here!"

A voice startled Sadoman with a cold startle, causing his body to shake suddenly, but fortunately he grasped the things in his hands firmly.

"I've been looking for you for a long time, Bishop Nierlo and Lord Inheritor have been waiting for you, and if it weren't for the priest who said that I saw you walking here, I wouldn't believe you were here... What are you doing..."

The visitor was a high-ranking priest who was sweating profusely, and was in charge of the archbishop's diet and daily life on weekdays.

The priest's eyes were full of doubts, and at this moment, the archbishop not only had two obvious dark circles under his eyes, but also his body was covered with dust, his hair was also covered with sweat, and his face was even more gray, like a worker who had done heavy physical work.

"Ahem, I'll go right away!"

When Sadoman straightened up, he subconsciously hid this dim gem behind him.

"When...... While...... When ......."

The central basilica at the top of the hill, the holy bell at the top is struck twelve times, representing the summoning of all the clergy above the high priesthood of the holy mountain.

Having washed and changed his clothes, Sardoman arrived at the entrance of the cathedral surrounded by a group of priests, and the bell was repeated at a fixed frequency, and after twelve rings, the bell would pause for a few times before continuing.

It was not until Archbishop Shadoman stepped into the cathedral that the bell at the top had struck the last reincarnation and stopped.

This cathedral is not for ordinary people to pray, and it is usually only opened by the princes of empires and kings who come to the Holy Mountain to receive their names, or above the corresponding level.

At this moment, in the wide hall, the priests had already used a piece of stepped round chairs to form a semicircle around the great god statue, leaving a passage in the middle.

When Sadoman entered, there were already more than three hundred clergy such as priests, bishops, and paladins and witchers waiting.

There were more than sixty true paladins and witchers who were enlightened beings alone, which showed how terrifying the power of the Church was.

In the outermost corner, more than a dozen of the Juggernauts and his party sat together.

"Lord Swordmaster, this is Archbishop Shadoman. ”

Nierlo whispered a reminder to the Sword Saint Degoni.

With the sacrosanct majesty and bearing of the archbishop, Shadoman walked unhurriedly to the chair at the foot of the statue of the god of light, which was his place.

Until he was seated, no one could be the first to speak, even if the princes and nobles came here, this was the authority of the archbishop.

"Then, in response to the proposal made by the bishop of the city-state of Fanit, Nierlo, and the paladin Leyte, it is time to begin the teachings. ”

Sadoman didn't mention the Sword Saint Degoni in the slightest, even though the man in the corner had an extremely special temperament that he couldn't ignore.

"I'm against it, it's a huge waste of church resources......

A bishop immediately came out against it, with a bunch of reasons.

"I also oppose Bishop Nierlo's suggestion, our overreaction of force will exacerbate some extremists, and the original disaster of the Zingle Empire is largely due to the fact that the bishop there is too conceited and too much......"

One by one, the priests and bishops, most of them either proposed careful consideration or opposed them outright, without giving Nierlo and Leyt any face.

We are God's spokesmen, why doesn't God give us a hint when there is danger?"

Another bishop stood up and spoke for the reason that was common in the church.

But these words made Archbishop Shadorman's heart skip a beat, and the expression on his face changed slightly.

'Didn't God give us a prompting...'

The archbishop's right hand crept into the pocket of his robe, touching the small piece of special crystal, and then subconsciously swept towards Nirlo's location.

In addition to seeing the dozen or so clergymen with obvious astonishment and anger on their faces, they also met a pair of calm and indifferent eyes.

PS: Friday Chapter 1.

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