Central City, in front of the Cathedral.

Hundreds of young men and women gathered in groups of four or five outside the cathedral, talking to each other and whispering, as if waiting for something big to happen.

They were dressed in a variety of ways, some of them were unconventional and out of place for others, and some of them were rustic and tattered, barely called clothes. In addition to their clothes, their appearance is also different, and people with a little common sense can tell at a glance that they are all outlanders from afar, not the natives of Central City.

This group of strange young people is the pride of this continent and even all mankind!

They fought their way through rigorous selection to fight their way through their peers, and finally stood in the middle of this vast field, representing their respective academies, fighting for the glory and for the sake of their comrades who were defeated by them and then pinned their hopes of victory on them, to compete for the only gift of God.

A grace that is only given to champions - the blessing of Pope Shera!

The Knight Tryouts, today, officially kicked off!

"Why haven't they come yet, today is the first day of the knight tryouts! Although there is no competition today, it doesn't matter if you don't listen to those bullshit ceremonies and speeches, but there is also a lottery ceremony today! His grandmother's, I don't want to be killed in the first round of Hoag House because I drew a stinky lot!"

A big fat man with a meaty face muttered worriedly.

He sneaked around and watched the movements of the people around him. He noticed that there were more and more crowds at the edge of the square, and at some point, the knights, who were armed with swords and had been standing in two rows at the entrance of the cathedral, knelt on one knee and bowed their heads respectfully, waiting for a great man to descend here.

With such a grand show, only Pope Sheila can match it.

"Oops! Sheila is coming out, it's too late! Flando, what about them? Get those bunnies out for me! They'll be in trouble if they get caught late by Bruno's good guys!"

Angelina has long since evaporated from the world, and the headmaster Kane is also in a daze, just like the walking dead all day long, and now the Exorcism Salvation Society is in charge of him alone, such a critical moment, if something happens, he can't afford it!

"Teacher Rem...... I—I don't know. George, do you know where they went?" Flandor stabbed George, who was standing next to him with her elbow.

"This ...... The two of us came together in the morning, so you don't know, and I don't know. ”

"Hmm...... Are they lost?"

"Hey, it's impossible to get lost. George said with a smirk.

"His grandmother's, these little bunnies, don't get caught by me, I'm ......"

Rem was about to curse a few words in a hearty manner, but the cacophony of sound coming from behind him made him have to stop his ears and shut his mouth.

"It's over, it's ......"

He doesn't have to look at him to know what's going on. Sheila, it's finally out!

"Is it Shera?"

Rem stood on tiptoe to try to see what was going on, only to find that he wasn't tall enough......

"George, you come over to me. "Rem is a serious order.

"Teacher Rem, what's the matter?"

"Give it to me...... Hold on!"

Holding George's shoulders with both hands, Rem jumped onto George's back and rode on his back to look at the cathedral door.

"Hehe, you can see it now. ”

"Old, teacher...... It's so heavy......" George almost fell to the ground with his legs limp.

"Hold me on! This is part of the special training!"

"Oh, no, it can't be. ”

"What can't be? less nonsense...... Look, the snow is pulled out! Tut-tut, the skin is fine and the flesh is tender, and sure enough, the little girl's skin is the best. ”

"Hey, teacher, what do you say?"

"Bah, have I spoken, hold me up, if you throw me off, I'll break your legs!"

"Hmm......"

George's whining was drowned out by waves of voices, and before Sheila could walk out of the church door, the students below were already chattering.

"Strange, what is Sherra talking about?"

A little girl in a pure white robe with a large hood walked unhurriedly, greeting the students with a smile and whispering to the people behind her.

It was too far away, and it was too noisy around, and Rem could barely see Shela's small mouth rise and fall slightly, but he couldn't hear her.

In front of Shera, there were cheers one after another, heart-rending shouts, and inspiring oaths. It was a world of enthusiasm, and as long as you stood in it, people would unconsciously be infected by her.

If I work hard, I can become a good person like her, and this kind of thought fills the heart of every young person.

However, behind Sherra, Bruno, who had his head bowed deeply, was sweating profusely, and he tightened his jaw hard to prevent himself from making a humiliating sound out of fear.

This world is like a heavy snow in the land of God, freezing everything and leaving no one alive!

"Bruno, where's the sword?" said Sheila, who still smiled charmingly, but her voice grew colder.

Except for the man who followed her, no one could hear her.

"Your Excellency, the Pope...... I don't understand what you're talking about. Bruno stammered in reply.

"Where the hell is that sword, Calamity?" Shella turned her head to look at Bruno, her gentle smile vanishing in an instant, her eyes piercing the soul.

"This ......"

"Isn't that sword sealed all along? how could it suddenly disappear?"

"This ...... My lord, I don't know. I'm not in charge of sealing the evil thing, so ......"

"Hmph, do you want to make an excuse? The gate on the thirteenth basement floor has been imposed by the successive popes with the strictest barrier, and only those who have the key can open the door. Apart from me, only four cardinals held the keys to the gate. Bruno, the other three cardinals are not in Central City, it's just us...... You mean, I stole the sword, and I was the thief who cried out to catch the thief?"

"No, no, no...... That's not what I meant, Your Holiness Pope. There must be some misunderstanding here, please give me a little time, I will definitely find out and recover the cursed sword!"

Cold sweat soaked Bruno's back, and he hardened his head and made a promise that was almost impossible to fulfill.

The cursed sword, Calamity, is not a legend! The sword is real, and it is sealed in the basement of the Central City Cathedral!

Passing through the gate of the thirteenth basement floor, countless evil things are sealed by the power of light, and at the same time, there are many unknown books hidden here.

Nothing that is sealed here is to be destroyed or leaked. Because these are all part of the world, and only by keeping the darkest evils in the world and sealing them here forever can justice and light envelop the outer earth.

This is a truth that successive popes have understood......

However, something terrible happened. That sword, the cursed sword that had been sealed in the thirteenth underground floor, Calamity, suddenly disappeared!

Ironically, they only found out today! Who knows how long the sword had been lost......

"Bruno, you should know that making anything in the thirteen underground floors public will cause an uproar and even the destruction of the country...... Are you really ready to take responsibility?"

"My lord, no, ......it's not me," Bruno denied.

Of course, he has to deny it! No one can take responsibility, and even if he is put to death and then exposed to the sun for three days and chopped into meat sauce and fed to dogs, it will not be enough to reverse the terrible impact that those things have caused on human society.

"Not you?"

"It's not me!"

"Really not?" said Shira, looking at Bruno with squinted eyes.

"Really, it's not!"

Sheila's eyes are full of weirdness, making Bruno feel as if he has been seen through.

"Forget it...... I wanted to give the calamity to Edward, but the calamity was lost. Sheila's aggressive momentum melted in an instant, she yawned, lifted her hood, and tiptoed through the crowd looking for the figure, but she only saw an arrogant fat man riding on someone else, and the white-haired black circle pervert was not there, "He didn't come today?" It's good or good...... Forget it, let's talk about it next time. ”

Disappointment, Sheila yawned again, retreated, and walked slowly towards the outside of the cathedral with small steps: "Whew, it's a little cold, why don't I go back to sleep......?"

"Huh, Your Holiness, what are you, what are you talking about...... Edward, go back to sleep?" Bruno was dumbfounded, thinking that the Pope had been mad at him.

"It's nothing, it's none of your business, I guessed it wrong. It turns out that this world is like this, but fortunately I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. Hee-hee, poor Edward. Sheila seemed to understand something for a moment, and muttered to herself with a relieved face.

"What the hell are you talking about, Your Holiness Pope, what to do about the calamity, I ......"

"Ahh......h I'm sleepy, I'll leave that to you, Bruno, I'll get out and deal with those stupid humans first. ”

Shira yawned and waved her hand irresponsibly, blaming Bruno all the task, and staggered away alone.

"His Holiness the Pope......"

Bruno, who stayed where he was, took a deep breath.

Isn't the Pope really going to hold him accountable for the loss of the Calamity? No, it's not that simple!

Bruno suddenly realized something.

There is another reason why Sheila can be called the child of the gods, in addition to her popular appearance and great strength.

Some fanatical believers firmly believe that Shera's eyes can see through all lies and betrayals. She has the power to read minds!

If that rumor is true......

Standing alone and watching Shira approach the cheering crowd in the square, Bruno couldn't laugh at all.

Does she know it all?(To be continued.) )