The Sanhedrin of Salonia is a meeting set up by the Holy See to deal with major events, and its members are limited to cardinals affiliated with the Senate, as well as the priests and deacons under them who are responsible for dealing with major and specific related affairs, collectively referred to as cardinals, and cardinals refer to the twelve cardinals, who are also the highest heads of the Holy See's administration of various localities and departments.

In other words, it is a meeting that can determine the future direction of the Holy See, and it would undoubtedly be a wonderful thing to participate in the conference as a cardinal archbishop, and it is also the desire and expectation of countless local priests, but this honor is so distant and unattainable.

Because of this, Bon Harmsworth could not calm down for a long time.

As an ordinary regional priest in the southeastern harbor area of Salonia, Bon Harmsworth has no outstanding talent or extraordinary strength, and at the age of forty, he is only conscientiously maintaining his duties as a priest, but no one would have thought that this ordinary priest, who has only mastered the most basic white arts such as healing, disarming, and dispersing, would one day be fortunate enough to be promoted to a cardinal.

Looking at the glorious and majestic sacred building, Bon Harmsworth resisted the excitement in his heart and muttered, "This is the temple of God!"

As if noticing the priest in a large red robe full of wrinkles, a red-robed deacon in charge of the reception stared at him for a long time, and suddenly walked up and asked strangely, "Are you Lord Bang Harmsworth?"

"Well, I'm ......," Bon Harmsworth said in a stunned and somewhat unnatural way, "you're ......."

"Beverly Amisted, I've been waiting for you here for a long time as your host......," said the red-clothed deacon, glancing at the other party's dusty face and mud-stained boots, and said strangely, "I remember that the notice of the meeting was sent with your promotion, about half a month ago, you ...... It's not going to come here, is it?"

"Well, how is that possible," said Bon Harmsworth, smiling, scratching his head, "you're laughing, I have a carriage ......," said Bon Harmsworth, as a few grass clippings fell from his hair and clothes.

"Carriage?" Cardinal Deacon Beverly Amisted really didn't know what to say, as an object of understanding, he naturally knew the information of the new cardinal, what kind of person was it, and during the period of attending this important meeting, he would be so miserable that he had to take a carriage for the civilian population to transport forage?

Bang Harmsworth, a regional church priest in the port of Polisnia, was mediocre in ability and in government, but in the more than 20 years he was a priest who went from an ordinary priest to a local priest, and was surprisingly trusted and respected by the local people, with a strong faith and a special charisma, not so much a priest who ran the place, but a priest who selflessly helped others.

Ignoring the few grass clippings and the embarrassed expression on the other party's face, Cardinal Deacon Beverly Amisted bowed his head slightly and whispered, "Then, please come with me to the conference room, you are the last cardinal archbishop to arrive, and the other adults have been waiting for a long time......"

"Well, have the other adults arrived?" said Bon Harmsworth, surprised and surprised.

"Yes, you are the last one, and if you are any later, I am afraid that the meeting will be postponed......" Beverly Amisted shook his head with a little cry, and then raised his hand and said, "Then please follow me......

"Uh, yes......"

"Please don't be restrained, honorifics will make me very embarrassed......"

"Uh, yes......"

"Okay...... Please follow me!"

Following Cardinal Beverly, the new Cardinal Archbishop Bang Harmsworth walked towards the venue of the best Sanhedral of the Holy See, looking at the deacons who saluted him, he could see that he was very nervous, especially when he saw the big names in the conference room.

It was a bright room, not luxuriously decorated but very distinctive, with silver cups, statues, silver crosses, and a large black wooden table with red blankets on it, and on either side of this table sat nearly ten old men in red robes with serious expressions, not surprisingly, these were one of the twelve cardinal archbishops of the Holy See, and behind them were their subordinates, the cardinal deacons who were in charge of observing and taking notes.

Truth be told, Bon Harmsworth, who is over forty years old, still feels very nervous when the eyes of the big men look at him, after all, this is the highest concentration of power in Salonia.

While he was troubled by this, one of the cardinal archbishops stood up, smiled and said majestically, "You are Lord Bang Harmsworth, I have heard of your deeds, and ah, it is remarkable that you have not given up even those who have sinned, and that you have spread the glory of the Lord to them and lead them to the right path!"

"This is Archbishop Naomi Metmente in the Dirschi region......" Beverly reminded in a whisper.

"Ah, ah......" said Bon Harmsworth, scratching his head in confusion, "but those are nothing, and you and the other grown-ups are the pillars of Salonia......"

"Hehehe," the other cardinal smiled, stood up, nodded as a courtesy, and said with a smile, "Your Excellency, don't be too modest, we are all servants of God, come, please sit ......"

"This is Archbishop Jasper Warrenner of the Milimar area......" Beverly reminded in a whisper.

"Well, yes, thank you very much......" Although the surname is a bit vague, Bon Harmsworth did not want to make a bad impression on these big men when they first met, and saluted the ten or so cardinals present, and of course, the other party responded kindly.

Suddenly, Bon Harmsworth saw a young man of fifteen or sixteen years of age sitting on the other side of the long table with his arms crossed and his eyes closed, and to his astonishment, he did not seem to understand what kind of sacred place this was, but sat down in a chair and rested his black boots on the table.

Blasphemy, blasphemy, that table is the table of the Salonian Supreme Council, not a prop for resting feet, is it? This is not a country tavern at all?

What's even more strange is that the cardinals here turned a blind eye to this blasphemous?

He ...... Who is he?" Bon Harmsworth asked in a whisper, somewhat confused, "isn't this a conference room......?"

"Be quiet," the Cardinal Beverly Amisted hurriedly reminded, and then whispered with a strange face, "This is Lord Wolfmont Kleist, a cardinal like you, affiliated with the Central Holy See, in charge of the Inquisition of Heresy and the Dark Inquisition, and in charge of special tasks......"

He ...... A little kid?" Bon Harmsworth's eyes widened in disbelief.

A child who is only fifteen or sixteen years old is the same as himself...... No, he became a cardinal before he did...... Suddenly, Bon Harmsworth felt an unprecedented pressure, as if the sky was collapsing, and it was like a black hole full of darkness and dead silence, and the strong oppressive force made him a little breathless, but the reason was only the other party, the child who seemed to be fifteen or sixteen years old opened his eyes and glanced at himself lightly.

Mutter...... Bon Harmsworth subconsciously swallowed his saliva, smiled a little, and said dryly, "You...... Hello, I...... My name is Bon Harmsworth, and I'm glad ......" but before he could finish speaking, his smile froze on his face, as he closed his eyes again, as if he were not interested in it at all.

Unexpectedly...... Ignoring ...... Bon Harmsworth felt his thoughts wander.

"This ......" Licking his dry lips, Cardinal Beverly whispered, "This adult has just come out of confinement, and he is always in the worst mood at this time, I think you'd better ignore ......"

"Don't ...... Don't bother?"

"Yes, haven't you noticed the attitude of the other archbishops......?

"Uh......"

As the two whispered to each other, the door to the conference room creaked open, and Pope Malitz Kleist and Archbishop Gary Weplinton entered.

"Teach...... Your Majesty the Pope?" Bon Harmsworth immediately knelt down on one knee as a tribute of his highest respect.

The old pope smiled slightly, bent down and helped up, "Oh, Father Bon Harmsworth, thank you very much for your dedication to the faithful in the past twenty years, and I hope you will continue to maintain this nobility!" -- strength is not the foundation of a person, but more importantly, it is for the spirit of dedication of the faithful and the firm faith that is willing to sacrifice for the Lord!"

"Yes...... Yes, His Majesty the Pope!" Bon Harmsworth nodded flatteredly.

"Okay," the old pope nodded in satisfaction, and then glanced at the end of the table, and his face suddenly sank, and at the same time, the young man seemed to feel the old pope's gaze, and stood up lazily, as if he was with the others to greet the supreme head of the Holy See.

Shaking his head helplessly, the old pope walked up to the head of the long table, beckoned everyone to sit down, and said in a deep voice, "I'm very sorry to let you return to Salonia to participate in this meeting in your busy schedule, but I think this meeting is necessary!" First of all, let us congratulate Bon Harmsworth on becoming the last cardinal of our Holy See, who will take over the work of the late Fr. Andrew Ashwarn in the future, and I hope that you will give you some help and support!"

"Yes!" said the Archbishops, with the exception of Soth, who continued to close his eyes and recuperate, to Bon Harmsworth in a friendly greeting.

Since the one-year war between the Empire and the Holy See nearly twenty years ago, due to the whereabouts of Archbishop St. Charles George unknown, and three years ago, after Father Andrew indirectly died in Argus, the position of the twelve cardinal archbishops of the Holy See has been in a state of shortage, even if Soth temporarily took over the past position of St. Charles George, but Father Andrew's position has been vacant, until now, the Holy See has filled all the cardinal places.

"Be quiet, be quiet," the old pope stretched out his hand to make the conference room quiet again, then took a slight breath and said with a serious expression, " Secondly, and the main reason why I am convening this meeting, Argus Bart Cranfield, I'm sure all of you have heard of this name, this man fled from our Salonia to the Empire three years ago, and at that time, we all underestimated this man, and now he has taken control of the center of power in the Empire, and has brought the entire Empire to the brink of destruction, and worse, this man has some connection to some ancient will, so he has very great power......"

"Ancient consciousness?" Bon Harmsworth was a little stunned, and suddenly, he saw that several of the cardinal archbishops at the table turned their heads to look at the young archbishop sitting at the end, and his heart was a little surprised.

As if noticing Bon Harmsworth's puzzled expression, the old pope paused and explained, "The Ancient Will is a higher being than us humans, they have eternal power, eternal life, in other words, the Ancient Will is a powerful being with the power of God......

"God ......" Bon Harmsworth's eyes widened.

"Well, Father Andrew sacrificed himself to bring back important information, which we have compared with what we have found in ancient ruins...... Mammon, the dark god in charge, this is the power of Argus, and the ancient name of that evil will!"

"Your Majesty, does the dark god called Mammon really possess eternal and great power?" Bon Harmsworth asked in amazement.

"Hmm!" After glancing at Soth, the old Pope nodded, and said in a heavy tone, "The evil will is the supreme being standing on the top of the darkness, and the power of Mammon is not comparable to those demons I know in the past, once he invades this world, there is no doubt that the world will face a catastrophe......"

"Invading this world?" said Archbishop Adrington Cantor, frowning, "has anything to do with Argus?"

"Well," nodded, and the old pope said in a deep voice, "You should have heard of the strange things that have happened frequently in the past two years, some demons that exist in the abyss have entered the world we are in in some way, and the upright people in the past, the people, the believers, and even the priests with firm beliefs, have been bewitched by the evil forces one after another, unable to control the ** in their hearts, and turned into demons, this is ......" As he spoke, the old pope raised his finger and pointed at Soth, and said in a deep voice, " Walmont, tell you what you have encountered in the past two years, and tell you a little about it!"

"Huh!" In Bon Harmsworth's stunned eyes, Soth reluctantly pursed his lips, scratched his head and said lazily, "In the past three years, my heretical inquisition bureau has dealt with more than 300 similar incidents, most of which are some Hous-level and Tervi-level demon soldiers, but some low-level demons, basically have no special abilities, and they are easy to deal with, among which there are thirty third-level Chastes-level demon soldiers, and three fourth-level Ambershad-level demon envoys, which can be regarded as relatively difficult demons to deal with......"

"Fourth-level Ambershad-level emissary?" Bon Harmsworth asked curiously, "What kind of demon is that?"

Glancing at the other party lightly, Soth thought for a while, and said in an almost perfunctory tone, "A fourth-level demon can probably destroy a city of two thousand people, and within two days, except for a few people who are more difficult to deal with special abilities, the others are still relatively easy......"

Compare...... It's easier? A city of 2,000 people can be destroyed in two days, and it's still relatively easy?

Bon Harmsworth's eyes widened.

"Ahem," the old Pope coughed twice, interrupting the whispers of the cardinals, and concluded, "This is the case, the demons who used to be able to enter this world only through the summoning of the dark mage have found other ways, no, it should be said that the world's resistance to such dark creatures has become quite weak, and the most fundamental reason is the altar built by Argus, which we will name after [Dark Altar]...... With the information, we can guess that this is a coordinate, a gate, built for a certain powerful force to come to this world, thanks to it, even our Salonia has been affected to a certain extent, not to mention the current empire, once the dark passage is opened by Argus, the world will face an unprecedented crisis, but the bad thing is that the empire is now in civil strife, once we Salonia intervenes in this sensitive period of the empire, there may be unnecessary conflicts, so, I want to hear your views！”

As soon as the old Pope's words fell, before the others could speak, Soth took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter what kind of dark altar it is, or Argus...... Leave it to me!"

However, as if he had not heard, the old pope turned his head to look at the pensive archbishops.

"Huh!" Archbishop Gary Weplinton took the lead in the pouting of Soth, "Originally, I did not recommend intervening during the sensitive period of civil strife in the Empire, but the evil will concerns the whole world, and it is true that I have to take this risk......"

"Well," echoed Archbishop Naomi Metment, "besides, we Holy See are servants of the Most High God, divine beings, how can we sit idly by and watch the evil forces destroy the peace of the world, I propose to take this opportunity to liberate the people of the Empire, the lost lambs, from the rule of the infidels, so that they can return to the bosom of the Lord, and let the light of the Lord illuminate the whole world!"

"That's too much, isn't it?" Archbishop Jasper Warrenner shook his head and said, "Although the empire has been hit hard, the power of the dark mages has not weakened because of this, according to the data, in addition to the power of Argus, a large number of dark mages have gathered in Scottel, they have ancient ruins [Tower of Thunder - Vander], once there is a conflict, it is difficult to imagine that kind of situation, the reason why Argus let the black mages of Sgdal go, maybe it is also because of this reason!—— All in all, I don't recommend clash with the Dark Mage at this time, we are aligned with their goals!"

"But isn't this the best opportunity?" said Archbishop Dillette Cosgriff with a smile, "because of Argus, the forces of the Dark Mages are facing a divided and opposing situation at the moment, praise the Lord for giving us the opportunity to save those who are in confusion and helplessness......

"I don't agree with ......"

"I recommend ......"

In the discussion that lasted for dozens of minutes, the members of these Supreme Council still could not agree on their views, except for the question of Argus, their attitude towards the empire was never unanimous, one side said to help the dark magicians get rid of Argus, and continue to maintain the human camp situation between the Holy See and the empire for hundreds of years, and the other side suggested taking this opportunity to liberate the empire from the black magicians who were infidels and the rotten aristocracy.

"Quiet, still," said the old pope, shaking his head to stop the endless argument. Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me, the empire and the Holy See have been in opposition for a long time, and the confrontation between the black mage and our white mage has also lasted for hundreds of years, the heritage of the two sides, the hidden power, we know, the black mages also know that the empire will not be destroyed so simply, not so much the country ruled by the nobles, but the countries controlled by the black magicians, in terms of magical attainments, they are on par with us, and even have more powerful power than us, such as forbidden spells, such as the power of the realm of blasphemy power, especially the Vanderel Mage Tower of Sgdal, if it is said that Heliriox is the backing of the empireAs long as the ancient ruins of the Tower of Thunder Vandel are still standing, the dark mages still have the power to fight back, so it is very unwise to rush into conflict, not to mention that our enemy is the man of Argus, the dark altar that is affecting the world!

"Hmm......"

The cardinals closed their eyes and thought for a moment, then nodded and agreed, "What His Majesty the Pope said is that the first thing is to get rid of Argus......

"Well, so I want one of you to go to Vanderle on behalf of the Holy See, and consult with those dark magicians, and try to cooperate to get rid of Argus, after all, this is not just about the Empire, but about the whole world!

"I'll go!" Soth said again.

Feeling the powerful oppressive force of that young bishop, to be honest, no bishop was willing to fight with him, after all, the dangerous aura on the other party's body was enough to be considered a warning.

"Then ......," the old pope's gaze finally fell on Bon Harmsworth, and said with a smile, "I'll trouble you to make a trip, Archbishop Bon Harmsworth!"

"Uh, me?" Before Bang Harmsworth could react, a whirlwind seemed to blow in the entire conference room, and then, a powerful holy force mixed with darkness suddenly erupted, like a storm, accompanied by a deep word of gnashing teeth.

"What a joke!—didn't I tell me to go!"

(To be continued)