In the palace of Yata City, the king of Cheng Xi Kingdom, there was a dense sound of footsteps.

There was a moment of silence above the slightly noisy hall, and their eyes looked at the place where the voice came from.

Lucian walked slowly into the main hall, his eyes looking around at the crowd.

"Your Majesty," Lucien bowed to Basil, who was sitting on the throne.

Then, without waiting for Basil to speak, he shouted to him: "The Pope of the Church of Light, His Excellency Paul the Great Magician, and his command, Lord Andrew, the Chief Celestiator, are here."

"Invite them in," Basil said aloud to Lucian.

Everyone's eyes looked at the door of the main hall in unison, revealing expectant and apprehensive eyes.

"Please come to the Church of Light, His Excellency Pope Paul, Lord Andrew of the Holy Knights, and Lord Alberta, Presiding Judge," shouted the two guards standing on the steps of the main hall.

The sound gradually spread, and then sounded outside the main hall.

The three figures slowly came, and everyone looked at Paul as the leader, and they all looked at them in disbelief.

I didn't expect this person to be so young, it was hard to imagine that he was actually the Pope of the Church of Light, with the strength of a great magician.

"God says, 'Flowers bloom here,'" Paul said slowly, looking at these disbelieving eyes.

An invisible ripple spread quickly, and with every step Paul took, flowers appeared on both sides.

There was a frightened look in everyone's eyes, and they subconsciously gasped. I saw the fragrance in my nose, and there was the sound of birds in my ears. It was as if a clear spring flowed into my heart, and there was an indescribable feeling of comfort all over my body.

"Pope Paul of Light has seen Your Majesty," Paul said slowly to Basil, who was sitting on the throne.

Andrei bowed to Basil: "Andrew, the Holy Knight of the Church of Light, has seen Your Majesty"

"Alberta, the Judge of the Church of Light, has seen Your Majesty," Alberta bowed to Basil as well.

Basil looked at the flowers blooming on both sides of the hall and did not dare to slack off, and at the same time narrowed the disbelief in his eyes: "I have seen the Pope of Light, the head of the paladins, and the chief inquisitor."

"I've seen the Pope of Light, the Paladin, and the Presiding Inquisition," the crowd reacted and shouted at Paul André and Alberta.

The contempt in his eyes dissipated, and with it was indeed the deep jealousy.

Seeing the jealousy in his eyes, Paul nodded with a little satisfaction: "I have seen all of you."

"The Pope's strength amazes me," an older middle-aged man walked out slowly, sighing to Paul and the others.

Then, without waiting for them to speak, he changed the conversation: "It's just that my father is puzzled, I heard that there are two great magicians in your sect, so I don't know where the other one is?"

"The wise dragon does not see the end, and it is not easy for mortals like us to see it," Paul said slowly to the man.

Bauzl looked at the man and gradually frowned: "Grand Duke Gerald"

"Your Majesty" Gerald looked at Basil, who was sitting on the throne, with a hint of displeasure.

Thinking of the majesty and strength of the Grand Duke, Basil couldn't help but tremble in his heart, and hurriedly swallowed back the words he was about to blurt out.

Paul and the others took in these words, and a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of their mouths. It seems that the situation of the Cheng Xi Kingdom and the royal family can be seen from this.

The "Pope of Light" saw Basil's demeanor, and the corners of Gerald's mouth flashed with a hint of pride.

Turning his gaze at Paul, he asked: "I am tired of the kingdom of Dawn, and I am afraid that there is not much to offer to the Pope."

"Are the Pope sure he still wants to sit in our country?" asked Gerald to Paul.

Paul looked at Gerald and said nonchalantly, "Who is the king of the kingdom of Dawn?"

As soon as these words came out, the hall fell silent. Gerald's face quickly turned blue. It seems that some things are too simplistic.

His hands were clenched into fists, and the green tendons burst out one after another.

He took a deep breath in his heart, and at the same time glanced at Paul deeply, and turned to look at Basil murderously: "Your Majesty"

"Brother Wang," Lucien also shouted at Basil.

Basil looked at Lucian and then at the representatives of the nobles and Grand Duke Gerald above the main hall, and quickly weighed it in his heart.

A trace of cold sweat rolled up behind him and gradually spread to the palm of his hand.

This is a big gamble, at this time, choose the Church of Light that does not know the roots, or believe in the benevolence of the nobles everywhere.

Take a deep breath, think of the series of things that have befallen you since you ascended the throne, and make a quick decision.

The majesty spread, and he shouted to the top of the main hall: "Canonize the Church of Light as the Church of Dawn Kingdom."

"Draw the county of Ayr as its territory," Basil said, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

His eyes looked at Paul, and his heart was beating violently.

At this time, the fate was no longer in his hands, but handed over to this young man who did not know the roots.

As a king, fed up with the endless dark days, he can only make this hard blow.

The pressure spread, and Paul heard this, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes, but then he nodded in satisfaction.

"I don't know when your lordship's tribute will be handed over to the treasury," Paul said slowly, looking around at the crowd. Now that the king has made a decision, he naturally will not sell his teammates at this time.

Although I don't know why the wise man is so determined to believe that the Church of Light can spread the glory of the gods to every corner of the Dawn Kingdom in one fell swoop, but when he thinks of the original white cardinal, his heart can't help but be greatly emboldened.

There was an uproar in the main hall, and countless eyes looked at Gerald in unison.

"The county of El suffered heavy losses in this battle and urgently needed a large amount of material relief, so in the name of the Pope of Light, I hereby order Er'er and others to hand over the full amount of the tribute to the treasury within a month. Otherwise, after a month, we will suffer the wrath of the Church of Light," Paul said, and a domineering spirit arose.

The domineering momentum spread, and a trace of horror filled the hearts of everyone above the main hall.

Gerald flicked his sleeves heavily, turned and strode out. The voice followed the wind and slowly floated: "The so-called Pope of Light is just a hairy boy, and the strength of the so-called king is not even comparable to that of the viscount."

"It's time for the farce of your waiting to end, so that the nations don't laugh at it" As soon as the words fell, the people had already left.

Seeing this, the crowd followed like a tidal wave, and abandoned Paul, Basil, and others.

When the last representative of the nobility was gone, Basil slapped his face hard, his eyes almost bursting with anger.

"Your Majesty is relieved for a while, and you'll see in a month," Paul said to Basil.

Rays of light emerge from the forehead, and mysterious patterns appear underfoot. Paul and the others disappeared in this light.

Seeing this, Basil and Lucien's eyes flashed with a trace of horror, and they could not calm down for a long time.