Early in the morning, Mick walked out of the laboratory, he put on the most formal aqua blue second-level magic robe, wore the second-level alchemist badge that symbolized his status, and his hair was meticulously combed, and he was a handsome young magician.

Enlucia stood in the corner and looked at him from afar, her face flickering in the dark sky, a far cry from the submissive look she had faced Mick.

"Enlucia, stop indulging in those fantasies, I am going to improve your magic pattern tonight, and you had better prepare well so that you don't suffer again. Mick said suddenly, straightening his collar in front of the mirror.

Thinking of the painful and humiliating experiments, Enlucia bit her lip and clutched a steel bar in her hand hidden behind her back, her knuckles turning white.

The tip of the steel bar was very sharp, and if it was strong enough to pierce the leather armor, it was obviously a sharp weapon that had been secretly polished.

"What's the matter, is there a problem?" Mick asked without waiting for Nlucia's answer.

"I didn't ...... There is no ......" The resentment on Enlucia's face immediately dissipated, and she walked behind Mick with a steel bar, who was still carelessly tidying up, seemingly unaware of her every move.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Enlucia's back, and the palm of the hand holding the steel bar tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, as if her heart was struggling desperately.

She had been obedient for so long before she had a chance, but there was only one chance, and she was not absolutely sure that she would be able to kill Mick or escape the gold and dreams.

Mick turned his head to look at Enlucia, and for some reason, he felt that Enlucia was a little strange today.

But today was the big day of his visit to the church, and the seemingly holy Hagia Sofino was like a huge shadow that weighed him down, and he had no time or mood to think about Enlucia's anomaly.

Mick squinted at Enlucia, then finally nodded and said, "That's good." With that, he turned and walked down the stairs.

Nlucia watched as Mick's figure slowly disappeared, and thrust the steel bar on the table in frustration, unable to tell whether it was disappointment or relief.

Thinking of the torture at night, she gritted her teeth and said word by word: "I will prepare well, and I will definitely surprise you at night." ”

In the Hagia Sofino Cathedral, Ilona slowly pedaled into a luxurious carriage under the service of more than a dozen priests. The sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the fiery red morning sun gradually reflects the beautiful blue sky.

The weather was obviously good, but for some reason, Ilona always felt a trace of gloom buried in the sky, which made her a little uneasy.

Ilona lifted the curtain behind the carriage and saw Sister Berta standing respectfully. Ever since she became a saint of the Church in a foreign land, the mean old nun was like wearing a mask, which made her very uncomfortable.

Ilonadie frowned slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Sister Berta, are you arranging today's trip?"

"Yes, my lord, because I have to leave the Holy City, I have a very tight schedule today, and I am very familiar with the route of the monastery, so I have been temporarily transferred to arrange today's itinerary. Berta replied respectfully.

Ilona nodded, and asked again, "I heard from Lord Mario a few days ago that he was in charge of guarding this trip, why didn't anyone see him?"

"My lord, Lord Mario has his own mission, and his several times he has offered to ask Ying to be your escort has caused the dissatisfaction of several adults of the Knights, so ......" Berta stopped when he wanted to speak.

Thinking of Mario, Ilona also has a headache, she understands that she can't accept his love, but she always feels at ease with him around.

Maybe I shouldn't be so selfish, right?" Ilona thought in a daze, lowering the curtains.

Seeing that Ilona had no more orders, Berta waved to the coachman, and the carriage slowly drove away from the Basilica of San Sofino.

Berta followed the group out of the way, and was about to walk out of the gate when she suddenly overlooked her head and nodded imperceptibly towards the magnificent church.

By a window in the church, a bright red lip hooked up a sneer.

Shortly after Ilona's carriage left, Mick's carriage drove to the Basilica of San Sofino under another pretext.

After the press conference, Mick procures an expensive carriage through Eric, and according to his original plan, the carriage is to be completely transformed into a mobile fortress.

But due to time constraints, he hadn't had time to do it yet, so the carriage didn't have any superfluous functions at the moment, except for being more comfortable and pretty, only the vulgar gold coin pattern was a little special.

It has to be said that the huge organizational ability of the church is really amazing, Mick did not inform the church in advance of the specific time of his arrival, but there was a priest waiting in front of the church, and as soon as his carriage arrived, someone immediately came up to serve.

The six priestly servants were divided into their own work, leading the horses, greetings, guiding the way, and introducing them in an orderly manner, and even if Mick scoffed at the church, he had to admit that he did feel at home since entering the Basilica of San Sofino.

The Temple of Creation is one of the twelve main temples of the Church of Light, dedicated to Hetocle, the god of creation, who specializes in the field of creation and often interacts with well-known magical alchemists, such as Frank, the chief alchemist of the Empire.

To outsiders, being able to enter this temple was an affirmation of the alchemist by the Church, and after Mick's release caused a sensation, it was natural for him to enter here, and no one would find it weird.

But Mick already had a ghost in his heart, and he was reminded by Mr. Mo, so he was naturally careful, and for this trip, he also deliberately stayed in the laboratory for a whole night, thinking that he was fully prepared.

It's just that the church is like a black well, and the deeper you go into it, the more you will be afraid of its underbelly. Whether the backhands he prepared could make him get out smoothly, Mick himself didn't know the bottom in his heart, so he could only take one step at a time.

The priest who led the way passed through several corridors, chatting without saying a word about those unnutritious topics, and soon came to the destination of the trip.

Unlike other temples, the creation temple doesn't have a large footprint, at most two or three gold coins and a dream.

But the inside of the temple is more like a huge museum, filled with all kinds of artifacts, dazzling and shocking even more than the grand Hall of Origins, compared to the gold coins and dreams.

Waiting for Mick in the Temple of Creation was Cardinal Versailles, a very amiable priest in his sixties, who first affirmed Mick's talent for magic and alchemy, and then gave a brief introduction to several representative collections.

Mick is an alchemist after all, and although he is wary, he will inevitably be a little slack in the face of unheard of creations.

Cardinal Versailles had been carefully observing Mick's every move.

Seeing that Mick seemed to have gradually immersed himself in all kinds of wonderful creations, he suddenly picked up a delicate dagger in the corner of the wall, and said, as if intentionally or unintentionally: "The gift of creation is a great gift from the great god of creation, Lord Hetocle, but some people are greedy and want to steal the power of the gods.

It's like the man who created this dagger, he used his talent for creation to create this unique soul eater dagger, and used extremely cruel means to absorb the divine power of the clergy in order to make himself stronger, but in the end he was burned at the stake, and his good future was buried in vain.

Such a person is stupid, you say?"

As he spoke, Versailles looked at Mick and smiled, and the smile was very meaningful.

Mick's pupils shrank, and his gradually relaxed mind was stirred by his words, and immediately fluctuated violently, and a crack opened in his originally ironclad heart.

In a nearby secret room, a shadow hidden in the darkness let out a sneer.