Both Vana and Valentine were stunned by this sudden turn of events, and Pope Helena's "verdict" was more like a deliberate attempt to achieve a result than a solemn religious ruling—the result had already been decided, and the conversation was merely a procedure.

Such a hasty "ruling" was of course difficult for Vanna, the judge, to accept, and even Valentine next to him, who said in unison: "His Majesty the Pope ......"

"Alright, alright, there's nothing wrong with that, life will always have some ups and downs, just as storms are always the most unpredictable," Helena waved her hand, interrupting Vanna and Valentine, "And don't fall into frustration easily, Saint Vanna—relieving yourself as Inquisitor is not necessarily a punishment, it's just that you're not fit for the job right now, perhaps...... What other favor does the storm have for you? ”

Vanna was stunned when she heard this, and seemed to vaguely hear some deep meaning from Helena's tone, but just as she wanted to ask something, she saw the Pope in front of her shake his head at herself.

"Let's stop here, there are some things I need to see with my own eyes before I can decide," Helena said lightly, "Plan...... I haven't personally set foot on this land for many years. ”

She paused.

"You go back to the upper deck first, the lift is ready, and I'm going to finish a prayer here - it won't be too long, we'll meet on the upper deck."

Barely able to react to what was going on, Valentine and Valentine were "driven" back into the lift, and it wasn't until the lift reached the top, until the two of them left the car and walked in the corridor to the upper deck, that Valentin whispered: "Vanna, you ...... How does it feel? ”

He really couldn't think of a better way to break the embarrassment.

Vanna stopped.

Valentine stepped aside a bit.

"Are you serious about taking these two steps?"

"I'm afraid you're serious."

"You can still tell bad jokes, then it seems that you are aware of the unusual nature of this matter," Vanna shook her head and whispered, "Frankly, my initial reaction was unbelievable and unacceptable, this hasty and hasty 'ruling' was more of a bad joke than a bad joke from His Holiness the Pope, but I always felt ...... when I recalled the details of His Holiness the Pope's words just now She seems to have a deeper meaning. ”

As she spoke, she exhaled softly, "I think I should be patient and wait for His Holiness to say 'the storm has another favor.'" ”

"Your calmness and sanity are indeed far beyond ordinary people—most people probably wouldn't think so calmly as you do when something suddenly falls on your head," Valentine said as he walked forward, "but there is another thing that I care more about now than this." ”

Vana frowned: "Another thing? ”

"The removal of a judge requires a new one to take over, and such an important position as the city-state judge must be 'tested' and appointed by the Pope himself—you should be well aware of the process," Valentine said slowly, "but His Holiness did not mention it at all...... This should have been a 'necessary matter' to be announced at the same time as the dismissal or even in advance. ”

Vanna subconsciously frowned, but did not speak for a while, and Valentine continued: "In addition, she chose to announce your dismissal in a 'secret room' that no one knows, if according to the teachings, the secret given by the Pope in the secret room must not be passed on to others, no matter what the content of this secret is, this is a 'security code'. ”

Vanna had to admit that her younger self was not as knowledgeable as a veteran cleric like Bishop Valentine, and she didn't even think of these key points for a while!

"What do you mean ......"

"Your dismissal will not be known to anyone," Valentine looked into Vanna's eyes calmly, "and there will be no new inquisitor to take over your position." ”

Vanna was stunned, her brows furrowed slightly: "Then how can I continue to perform my duties in Prand?" ”

"I don't know," Valentine said softly, looking up at the exit of the hallway ahead, and after a moment of thought, he continued, "but I suspect that you may not need to continue your duties in Poland anytime soon." ”

……

In the vast space, Pope Helena stood silently in the dim light of the fire, and it was not long before she raised her head and looked into the darkness in the distance.

This is the very bottom of the Ark of Pilgrimage, an area that few ordinary people have access to, or even know about, and she calls it the "belly of the behemoth", which is not at all good in the sense that it is.

Helena stepped over the burning braziers to a location unlit by the firelight.

Clusters of flames spread with her footsteps, gradually illuminating the entire dim space, reflecting what had not been illuminated before.

The intertwined veins on the ground, the huge tumors or nerve nodules hanging from the high dome, the nerve cords and vascular pillars hanging from the dome, and the huge pale support that looks like a skeleton.

These things, which were originally hidden in the darkness, appeared in front of Helena's eyes as the fire spread.

She finally stopped in front of a huge "pillar".

It is a pillar made of a large number of complex structures coiled and stacked, its surface is concave and mottled, and a large number of nerve veins and vascular systems are entangled like reliefs, and in the depths of those nervous systems, complex metal threads and glittering silver needles can be faintly seen, as if spreading down from above.

At the top of this pillar, in the dimly lit dome, an even denser number of draping organs can be seen, and the surface of these organs is full of furrows that look as if they were ...... Cerebrum.

Helena looked at the pillar for a long time, then reached out and slowly stroked the uneven furrows formed by nerve fibers.

"Truth Academy...... It's unbelievable technology," she exclaimed softly, "who would have thought that a dead Leviathan could be 'resurrected' in this way......"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a low creeping sound was heard from the pillar, and then a hoarse, old voice rang out from an unknown structure: "First of all, I was not dead in the first place, and secondly, I also felt that my present self was not 'alive'—it is a very loose way to describe Leviathan in terms of life and death, little girl. ”

“…… I thought you were sleeping. ”

"I do sleep most of the time, but today you prayed to Queen Gomona with extra solemnity, and brought an outsider to this place, and I feel that I should be awake anyway."

The corners of Helena's mouth seemed to tremble: "...... Do you feel satisfied with the scene? ”

"I just think you're quite unkind," the hoarse old voice came again, "Aren't people doing a good job, none of the judges of the major city-states can surpass her in the comprehensive evaluation, you will be dismissed directly, don't say any reason for shaking your faith...... We are all well aware that this reason is the least important as long as we can continue to carry out our duties. ”

"It's the Storm Master's arrangement." Helena said lightly.

The hoarse old voice was obviously stunned for a moment before speaking: "...... Oh, then I'm fine. ”

Helena shook her head helplessly: "I thought you would at least ask questions." ”

This time, however, the hoarse old voice did not respond in the slightest.

He fell asleep.

……

In the vast and boundless sea, the steel battleship Sea Mist was sailing through the waves, and as the battleship gradually "healed" and its power was now fully turned on, the thin layer of ice fog also appeared around the ship again, and continued to generate small pieces of ice floe on the nearby sea.

Tirion made his way to the bow of the ship, looking out at the open sea ahead.

For some reason, he always felt a vague sense of unease.

At first, he thought it was the after-effects of the "Daddy Injury", the accumulation of stress caused by seeing his father several times off the coast and in the city of Plain, but as the Sea Mist moved further and further away from Plain, the uneasiness became stronger instead of abating.

This even made him a little irritable gradually.

It seems like something is about to happen, or...... It's already happened, and it's most likely related to you.

He trusts his instincts as a transcendent being in this regard.

Tirion took a deep breath and pressed her hand to the railing in front of her, frowning in thought.

At this moment, as if to confirm this growing uneasiness, a slightly hurried footsteps suddenly came from behind him.

Tyrion jerked back and saw that it was First Officer Aiden walking towards him.

The usually calm first mate's face was full of nervousness at the moment.

Tirien immediately frowned, "What's going on?" ”

"Just now, the chapel received a psychic message from its home port, and the sea near the frost ...... Something went wrong. ”

"Near Frost?" Tirion felt his heart pound and asked, "What's going on?" ”

“…… There's an ancient diving device that suddenly appears off the coast of Frost," Aiden couldn't help but take a breath as he said this, "It's the 'No. 3 submersible'—the eighth. ”

(End of chapter)