With a calm face, No's voice echoed through the temple. Around him, there was no doubt or opposition from many church leaders.

This was not just because of No's prestige and status, but because the people present themselves did not think there was anything wrong with it. A long time ago, Nou had made a similar point to them more than once, and now he is doing it.

What's more, even if these are not considered, there is no simple and easy way to eternal life under today's objective conditions.

Noh was able to do so because his piety and merit were recognized by the angels, who were willing to give him eternal life, but that didn't mean that others had the honor. As for the means of witchcraft, it is true that it can delay life to a certain extent, but eternity is still a distant proposition for it.

As for the reason, it is not complicated. The first sorcery was copied by Ryan from a high-level perspective, and then it was studied little by little by Hecate, and the two beings who were most likely to create a method of immortality with sorcery had no intention of studying the 'path to eternal life', as they simply did not have the need for it. In contrast, the level of witchcraft of humans themselves is clearly not enough to overcome this difficulty.

It may be possible in the future, but it is destined to be in the distant future. For most people, if there is a high probability that they will never have the opportunity to see something, then they will not strongly oppose it.

Of course, in addition to the above objective factors, there is also the most important point, that is, as a believer, the top of these churches do not feel that death is something to be feared.

The reincarnation of all souls is one of the powers of God, and some people have even met Honoria who came to the world with Nuo, in this case, there is no unknown, and naturally there is no fear.

"Very well," Nuo smiled and nodded in his wheelchair, not surprised by their reaction, "It seems that at this point, you all agree with my claim." ”

"You are a divinely inspired prophet, teacher, whatever you say, we will approve of it."

In front of Nuo, a woman who looked to be in her thirties said.

Of course, she was actually over a hundred years old, but the blood from the Mizusawa Elves in the inhabitants of Silvermoon City greatly slowed down the rate of aging. Even if this rate varies from person to person, only a very small number of people can enjoy a life of more than three to five hundred years, but on average they can have a life that is much longer than that of their peers.

"No one is always right, Elma, and I'm just learning from the past."

For the respect of the students, Nuo shook his head helplessly. In fact, in his heart, the reverence of the people around him is one of the reasons that really prompted him to choose death.

It's been too long since no one in Silvermoon City wants to question him, as if everything he's done is right, but Nono himself doesn't think so. No one is always right except the Know-It-All, and it seems to him that this excessive reverence may well evolve to another level.

Prometheus is a case in point. Although Nou himself respected the creator of the bronze human, there were some things he didn't approve of.

"Alright, the next step is to make arrangements after I die."

Shaking his head slightly, perhaps near the end of his life, Nuo's thinking was a little divergent, but when he came back to his senses, he still said everything that had been decided in advance:

"Silvermoon City needs a new Pope who will succeed me in my position, communicate with the Lord's messenger, and guide Silvermoon City's future direction, which is the most important reason why I have summoned you today."

"You want this position, because not only is it closer to God, but each of you has your own different opinions. Some of you want to maintain the status quo, and some of you think that some of the actions of wizards should be restricted; Some want to open up wilderness on land, while others have their sights set on the sea. ”

"It's not just you, there are many people around each of you who are in favor of it, some of them are for themselves, and some of them are also for the future of Silvermoon City. So you are all waiting for my decision, because whoever I choose means that I approve of his idea. Before today, I had never judged your opinions. ”

"Yes, teacher." A middle-aged man who looked more like a warrior than a priest said, "We have argued many times in front of you, and we have all expressed our opinions. But none of us convinced anyone, after all, our wisdom is not enough to make a decision that everyone agrees with, and this is something that only you can do, so we are waiting for your ruling. ”

"No, Damian, I can't. Just because you think I'm right doesn't mean I'm right. And the reason why I haven't made a decision is because I can't make a positive judgment either. ”

"Like you, if I told you to give up your plans, would you really be convinced?"

“…… I will follow your orders, you must have seen a future that I have not yet seen. ”

Standing in front of No, the man known as Damian still said respectfully.

Shaking his head slightly, Nuo knew that this would be the result.

The argument among those present had been going on for a long time, and he knew why it had been fruitless, not only because each of them had stood up for his own opinions, but also because none of them had a significant prestige or ability over the others.

Silvermoon City has been peaceful for too long, they have no foreign enemies, no difficulties, no natural disasters, and naturally no one can do anything convincing the vast majority of people in this situation. So on their own, they can't agree on it anyway.

But as Noe himself said, he didn't know who was right. He never felt like a 'prophet,' nor did he think he had to be further than anyone else. So looking at the few people standing quietly in front of him, Nuo made a decision completely.

If conjecture can't lead to results, let reality test the truth. Fortunately, for Silvermoon City, which has been peaceful for so many years, they have enough ability to support this.

"Your arguments are inconclusive, and I am not going to make arbitrary decisions. However, I still support your different opinions. ”

It's a good thing to have dissenting, and the Lord prefers change and difference. So my final decision was not to establish the Pope for the time being. ”

When the words fell, Nuo obviously saw the faces of several people who were a little surprised, but no one directly objected, because they could all see that Nuo still had something to say.

"Reality is more powerful than words, and each of you has your own supporters, so let yourself verify it."

"If you want to venture outward, I allow you to lead those who are willing to follow you to conquer the seas and the wilderness. Those who remain in Silvermoon City will remain here, and you will form a council, and only decisions that are approved by the majority can be implemented. ”

"When I'm gone, there won't be such a 'mountain' that will stop you from validating your minds. When everything comes to fruition, the person with the highest achievement is the next Pope. ”

"You are not the mountain that stands in our way."

Bending slightly, not glad that his idea could be partially implemented, Damian corrected first. And No, who just smiled at this, knew that the other party had always had no sense of humor.

"So be it, use your power to decide the outcome - I'm sure you won't hinder each other, and those who stay in Silvermoon City won't forbid those who left to come back, right?"

"Of course, we are always one."

Someone said, and Noya nodded, believing them.

"Very well, then everything will be done as it is, and since some of you are going to establish a town alone in the wilderness, it is not so appropriate to be called 'priest'."

"A person who advocates a missionary matter is called a 'bishop,' and a prefix may be added to it, depending on the matter."

There was no objection, and another thing was decided. But when the final decision was made, Nuo's face was uncontrollably tired. For a dying man, he did a little too much.

As a person who has been in charge of Silvermoon City for so many years, of course, Nuo still has a lot of things to explain, but those have already been done before,

Now, completely relaxed, Nou leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes slightly. No one bothered him, they just waited quietly, and for a long time, No, who seemed to have regained some spirit, opened his eyes again.

"Let's all get out."

Raising his hand slightly, Nuo said calmly:

"Let me stay here alone and make it through the last journey."

There was silence for a while, and then the sound of footsteps came from near and far. With the sound of the door closing, the inside and the outside are separated.

Noh leaned back in his wheelchair, pondering his final decision.

There is another factor in his failure to directly appoint the next pope, because he does not want the future pope to always be appointed by the previous generation to the next generation.

In the face of a major crisis, a strong leader is the best choice to deal with everything. But in times of peace and stability, talking more can delay the implementation of many things, but it can also avoid the worst results.

Nou couldn't guarantee that every leader of Silvermoon City would be wise in the future, so it was better to let more people speak—he could already imagine that even if the new pope won in the end, the bishops who had competed with him would never have no say. There should be no more leaders like No, and every decision they make must be supported by others.

"Hmm...... The outcome that most people can accept is certainly not the best, but it is certainly not the worst. ”

"After that, it's what I don't understand."

Whispering to himself, the voice echoing through the empty hall. Danno then seemed to notice something, and he turned his head slightly.

In a corner of the main hall, a familiar old friend has been standing for a long time. He was holding a stone tablet in his hand, and he was carving something on it with his hand.

Without the use of tools, the delineation of the fingertips left marks on the stone body. And looking at this scene, Nuo couldn't help but smile slightly.

He had heard the other party talk about it, and the other had said goodbye to another friend of his in the same way long ago.

"You only called the priests, and didn't let the wizards of the White Tower come with you, it seems that you still have some opinions about them in your heart."

Nou heard the other party ask, and he replied casually:

"It stands to reason that I should have said that I had already seen them yesterday, and that today I was only dealing with the internal affairs of the church, and that it had nothing to do with them — but to be honest, I don't have a problem with them, but I just see that they probably won't be with us all the time."

"Witchcraft won't be extinct in Silvermoon City, and the church and wizards won't become enemies, but I don't think they'll stay here forever, especially the most capable ones."

"They have their own pursuits, and although I don't understand them very well, I understand them somewhat."

Leaning back in his chair and feeling the last of his life pass by little by little, Noh didn't see any angels that suddenly came. However, he was not surprised by this, because at the last time they met, he had asked for a 'normal death'.

"That's it, I've done enough, and the rest is up to the latecomers."

"Maybe a thousand years from now, when someone steps into this temple again, they will talk about me, about the first prophet who died here."

"To be honest, ahem, I don't think I'm that wise, but honestly, I like the term 'prophet'. When I first heard people talk about it, I was a little happy......"

His voice was getting lower and lower, and his eyes were no longer focused. Standing in the corner of the temple, the person carving the stone slab quietly watched this scene, and then gave a heartfelt affirmation.

"Your experience will be epic, No. A thousand years from now, people will still be singing about your history, and ten thousand years from now, you will be a myth. ”

"Hehe, myth...... Is it just like you......"

“…… That sounds like a lot of ......."

The sound faded into obscurity until there was no movement at all. The next moment, a huge bell rang in Silvermoon City.

Although they did not see it with their own eyes, everyone knew that the prophet was dead and he returned to the arms of God. And the era that belonged to him came to an end.

(End of chapter)