"Your Excellency, the Pope has accepted your request for an audience, so please come with me. A white-robed acolyric stood in front of the old man, saluted him very respectfully, and conveyed to him the Pope's will.

"I see. The old man nodded to the priest in front of him, then turned his head behind him and looked at the nun behind him, "Lilith, you can send me here, I'm sorry I can't explain the scriptures to you today, so you can go back first." ”

"As you wish. The nun bowed her head to the bishop and lowered her hand from the handle of her wheelchair.

The bishop nodded, turned his head back, and the priest took Sister Lilith's place, pushing the bishop towards the Temple of Light, where the nun stood and watched the two men drift apart, before finally turning to leave.

The decoration of the corridors inside the church is a bit quaint, and it does not give people a sense of grandeur, the golden light shines through the windows on both sides, shining on the painted glass, the painting is very exquisite, obviously from the hands of the master, the content of the painting without exception, all are kneeling human beings, they are either crying or smiling, looking directly above them, some with their hands folded, some around their chests, some with one hand stretched upwards, praying to the sky in different postures.

"When.... Dangdang dang.." The sound of the organ came from inside the door at the front of the hallway, and the bishop only listened for a short measure to discern which melody it belonged to.

"The second summary of Ascension? The Pope is worthy of being a Pope, and it seems that he has already sensed it. "The bishop sat in a wheelchair and listened to the melody of the organ, his fingers tapping to the armrest of the wheelchair to the beat, "Ascension" This piece is used to praise the deeds of the Third Saint, and the second measure is the most monotonous part of it, but the melody of the third measure immediately follows it with a sharp turn, like a storm, which cannot but remind the bishop of what he has to report to the Pope, and his news will be like this song, breaking the temporary silence of the moment, and creating earth-shattering waves in the Church and even in the whole human world.

Outside the gates of the Temple of Light there are two statues of the Holy Maiden, one with a short sword in her hand, and the other with a book in her hand, their eyes not looking at the ground, but looking up at the sky like the painted humans, with a look of reverence on their faces.

The priest pushed the door open, and the white light pierced through the crack in the door, and the door was slowly pushed open, revealing everything in the Temple of Light.

The heavy door was pushed to the limit, and with a click, the door was jammed by the bracket at the hinge joint, and the tendency for the door to continue to be pushed open stopped.

The bishop was in a wheelchair and could see a man with short gray hair with his back to him, sitting opposite the gate, and in front of the man was a huge pipe organ, the sound of which was coming from the huge organ, which was not the largest organ of the Church of Light, but it was the oldest, dating back even before the Church of Light was founded.

As the door was opened, the man had just finished playing the second subsection of the piece, and just as he was about to enter the third measure, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the man's hand dropped from the keys and closed the lid.

The priest pushed the bishop to the middle of the hall, then bowed to the bishop, then put his left hand on his chest, bowed deeply to the man in front of him, and walked out of the hall, the door of which was gradually closed by the mechanism.

"I've seen the Pope," the bishop bowed his head slightly to the man in front of him.

The man in front of him was none other than the Pope of the Church of the Light, and he was also a gray-haired old man, quite thin, pale, sitting straight, with the tip of his index finger slightly upturned, not knowing what he was thinking.

The Pope was dressed like the Bishop, dressed in white with a white cloak over it, without a trace of patterning, only the Pope's scepter hanging from his waist was telling how noble the man in front of him was.

"Second white, tell me what's going on?" the Pope pushed his chair back a little, then stood up, turned and smiled at the bishop in front of him.

The Pope's actions are unobtrusive, giving the impression that he is more of a soldier than a superior person.

There are five white-clothed bishops in the Church, and these five white-clad bishops are second only to the Pope, and the old man in a wheelchair is the second in the order, who is responsible for spreading the teachings of the Church in the human world, and the scholastic monasteries in various places are also under the control of this bishop.

"Look at this, Bishop Putanis has passed through with a carrier pigeon, it looks like something is wrong in the far south. The bishop pushed the wheels with both hands, and when he approached the pope, he pulled out the yellowed paper and handed it to the pope with both hands.

"Well... Esoteric arts, it seems that Putanis's divine attainments have not regressed. The Pope took the note from the bishop's hand, did not read the words written on it, and threw it into the air.

As if a miracle, the note was suspended in mid-air, and countless pale gold lines gradually spread into the air with the paper strip as the origin, and these lines combined with each other to gradually form dozens of pale gold lines, which were suspended in the air with the note, and the Pope read it like this.

"His Majesty the Pope personally inaugurates:"

Reading this, the Pope looked at the bishop and made a gesture to signal that he could also read it together, and the bishop was not pretentious, and raised his head to read the letter with the Pope.

"I am the Supreme Bishop of the Far South, Potanis, this is a debriefing letter, but also a letter for help, when you receive this letter, I don't know if I have returned to the embrace of the Light, no matter how big or small, everything I think is important, I have written in this letter, the text below. ”

"Before I took office, the Cult of Destruction began to operate in the Far South, they secretly colluded with demon worshippers, controlled some members of the local powerful - Cauchy family, and even absorbed some fallen officials of the Elfit Empire as their minions, all these years, our forces in the Far South have been fighting against these guys, these things, I have reported to the Pope before, I will not repeat them. This is the first paragraph of the text.

"In the last few months, the situation has gradually deteriorated, the Destruction Sect does not know what means to use to curse the mistress of the Cauchy family, and want to use this as an opportunity to take the Cauchy family into their hands, the means of this curse are extremely profound, even I was helpless at that time, I couldn't break it, fortunately, the eldest daughter of the Cauchy family Alyssa actually found a plate from nowhere, and used this plate to lift the curse, we have successfully avoided this crisis, I think our church needs to give some honorary titles to Alyssa of the Cauchy family, if it weren't for her, things would have become even more tricky。 ”

"A plate that can lift the curse?Interesting, I wonder which saint left the holy relic in the world?" Reading this, the Pope couldn't help but ask the bishop next to him.

The bishop shook his head, saying that he had no clue, as long as the saint used it and gave it a certain meaning, theoretically anything could become a holy relic, and who could know what the saint had used in this life?

The two of them read on...

"These are just the beginning of a series of things, and something even more terrible is yet to come, just a week before I wrote this letter..."