Firefly Journey

Chapter 198 Wild Geese Bring Guests (5)

The Pope has been out of contact for a long time. If he were still alive, he would not be indifferent to such an important event as the Academy Competition.

Matthew, the leader of "Raging Tide," leads the "Dawn" cavalry regiment, which is stationed year-round outside the abyss to prevent the monsters inside from rising from the ashes.

Logically speaking, although the academy competition is no small matter, Matthew's responsibilities are even greater, and he doesn't necessarily have to come back.

But now that he has arrived in Ilha, it's hard to believe it wasn't His Holiness the Pope's doing.

During their investigation over the past few days, the two men became increasingly convinced that Harry's death was not simply the result of an attack by cult followers.

The two had already concluded that the disgusting mass in the sewer was the breeding ground of some evil god.

Step by step, the conclusion is that a hidden evil god exists in the city of Ibiza, and this has likely been going on for a long time.

What kind of place is Yicheng?

It is an industrial city and the headquarters of the Papacy.

Here lie the most bustling streets and the most elite defense forces on the ancient continent. Yet, only today have clues about that evil god been discovered.

Is it that the Vatican officials haven't tried hard enough?

Not necessarily. Perhaps it's because the evil god was hiding too well.

Upon closer examination, if an evil god truly has the ability to hide for so many years, it indicates something.

His scheme was so grand that the Holy See could not detect its secrets.

If such a cunning and powerful evil god were to truly descend, how would Yicheng respond?

Cassius and Simpson had studied in Eden for many years and had a deep affection for the place. How could they stand by and watch it be destroyed without doing anything about it, especially since there were so many civilians there?

“We can’t pin our hopes on a possible return of His Holiness the Pope,” Simpson said.

Cassius agreed, “Good, then let’s start with Noah White.”

After deciding on their route, the two of them simultaneously reached into the plate, where only one Yicheng cookie remained.

Simpson Budd withdrew his hand voluntarily.

Cassius raised an eyebrow: "Back in school, wasn't this your favorite food? We fought over it all the time. Why are you willing to give it to me today?"

Simpson squinted and smiled, "Isn't this because you're going to the North? Resources are scarce there, and nobody will make you cookies."

Cassius put the cookie that had been given to him into his mouth and took a bite: "I don't care, I can eat anything. What about you?"

You said before that you were also leaving the duchy. Where would you like to go?

“Let’s go on a trip.” Simpson’s smile remained unchanged. “We’ll go somewhere far away, and the first stop will most likely be the State of Chu. I want to see what a country without religion looks like.”

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The Principality of Bema prepared luxurious embassies for each student who came to participate in the competition, and most of them were very satisfied, but some did not want to stay there.

The reason for not moving in is not dissatisfaction, but rather that my family owns land in Yicheng.

The Dark Temple is located within it.

The temple has a rule that forbids the establishment of national power on the mainland; one can only live in seclusion and remain oblivious to worldly affairs, occasionally making an appearance to assert one's presence.

Therefore, the Temple does not have its own subordinate academies. Strictly speaking, this does not meet the competition rules.

But as one of the Ancestral God Churches, how could it not participate in such a grand event? It doesn't have to be an academy; it can be done directly in the name of the church.

Similarly, "Floating City" and "Deathwhisper Grove" also lack their own subordinate factions.

The church in Ilham, where the temple is located, has not been as lively as it is now in decades.

The Dark Temple, hidden in the south of the continent, had no ambition whatsoever. Although it sent out some of the strongest young members of the temple, it did not have a mentor to lead the team. This task fell to Bennett, who was in a state of "collapse".

The old dwarf was heartbroken!

He had worked diligently for so many years, but he was only an external agent of the Temple. The person in front of him was a core member from the Temple headquarters, and he couldn't really hold his own.

As usual, Fengling walked in, munching on an apple, and swaggered in. At this point, she wasn't afraid of her identity being exposed.

Bennett, who was in a terrible predicament, was overjoyed to see the wind chimes. "If I can't control you, can't the saintess either?"

Putting everything else aside, just her status as a Holy Maiden makes her second only to the Temple Master in the temple, and no one dares to disrespect her.

"Old man, are they the elites Hantina sent?" Wind Chime asked, munching on an apple.

“Yes, they are all the most outstanding young talents in the palace,” Bennett said.

"Not bad, they're very energetic." Wind Chime nodded in satisfaction, even though she didn't recognize any of them.

To the Temple Prodigies, Feng Ling's actions were nothing short of blatant provocation.

The saintess was away from home most of the year, which caused some dissatisfaction among those inside. Many of her young and hot-blooded peers were even more resentful of her, whom they had never met.

How can someone who has never even been to the temple be our saintess?

There are many such discontents, and many of them come from the people who came to Iraq this time.

Everything needs a leader.

A flamboyantly dressed man with long, white hair stepped forward, flicked his long, narrow bangs, and said sternly:

"The Holy Maiden has resided in Yicheng for a long time and is probably unaware of what happens in my palace. Whether she is in good spirits or not is none of your business..."

"are you crazy?"

Wind Chime rolled her eyes.

No, I was just being polite, why are you getting so worked up? It's not like I'm giving my opinion.

It was Hantina who sent a message saying that Yicheng is your hometown, and although you are representing St. Louis in this competition, you also need to keep an eye on the people in the hall.

“Philip, don’t say that. We can’t afford the consequences of offending the saint.” A short-haired woman in the crowd jumped out to agree.

Within the Dark Temple, besides the Temple Master and the Holy Maiden, the most powerful individuals are the branch Temple Masters and the candidate Holy Maidens.

The former is the master of the other eight branch temples, responsible for maintaining the basic order of the temple, and is equivalent to the archbishop level of the Papacy.

As for the candidates for sainthood, it was a two-pronged approach taken by the temple.

After all, no one can guarantee that the saintess won't make mistakes, run away with someone in love, or be killed by a falling meteorite, or other such unexpected situations will occur.

Therefore, the temple established the position of candidate saintesses, who would take the place of the original saintesses if the original saintesses were disqualified.

The speaker is named Joanna, and she is one of the many candidates for sainthood.

Feng Ling could tell they were hostile towards her, but she didn't care, acting as if no one cared about being a saintess.

If it weren't for wanting to use the power of the temple to achieve certain goals, who would be willing to bind themselves to such a position?

Feng Ling said, "Don't you have any idea whether you've offended me or not?"

I'm the kind of person who holds grudges; if I really dislike someone, I can easily make them disappear.

Joanna scoffed, "What? You haven't even become the Palace Master yet, and you're already putting on airs?"

Bennett quickly stepped in to smooth things over: "Alright, we're all from the Temple, why let such a small matter ruin our harmony?"

Joanna remained defiant, and together with the long-haired, flamboyant Philip, they clearly intended to oppose the saint.

Wind chimes don't indulge them.

Some things, if you ignore them, will only become more troublesome later.

Zizizi!

Two bolts of lightning struck from the top of the church.

Fengling tossed away the fruit pit: "Not only is she in good spirits, but her hairstyle is also quite unique."