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Chapter 464
chapter 351 part 2
"I hope I don't waste too much time here," Tang Zheng thought, his eyes flickering slightly.
Currently, the resources he truly had on hand were: 110 tenth-tier scrolls and 1 Magic Sealing Crystal.
Previously, his magic power was insufficient.
After reserving a portion of his magic power for combat each day, he could basically create one tenth-tier scroll. Now that his magic power had reached 918, reserving around 200 for emergencies, he could cast "Tenth-Tier Papermaking" 20 times, allowing him to create two tenth-tier scrolls per day.
"I can only resume production after leaving the Theocracy," Tang Zheng thought to himself.
"This is our country's most famous ancient structure. According to legend, it was named 'John's Bell' by the Six Great Gods themselves."
"Every day, an endless stream of believers comes here to pray." The young man leading the way introduced the history of the Theocracy and some of its rumored stories with great piety.
He was just like a guide.
No!
He was a guide.
John's Bell?
Hearing this name, Tang Zheng thought of a bell tower in a great cathedral from his previous life that was also called by this name.
Those Players, the Six Great Gods, really liked to name things after myths, legends, or classic objects.
Pink Isadoro's eyes narrowed slightly, unable to fathom the Slane Theocracy's intentions for a moment. He quickened his pace by a few steps to come alongside Tang Zheng. "Leader Tang."
"Captain Isandro."
Tang Zheng responded with a smile.
"Captain Ian and the others from the Theocracy's Sunlight Scripture have already left, leaving this unknown youth to guide us."
"Isn't this... a bit too 'disrespectful'?" Pink Isadoro said in a low voice, his tone laced with suppressed anger.
No matter what, they were representatives of the Holy Kingdom. This youth's status was unknown, but his position was certainly no match for Captain Ian's.
This dismissive attitude made it difficult for even the usually good-tempered Pink Isadoro to suppress his inner fire.
Dong—
Dong— Dong—
A clear yet deep hum rang out as the great clock's pendulum swung.
When the echo faded.
"Not necessarily, Vice-Captain Isandro. Someone of higher position has already arrived."
Tang Zheng's gaze shifted forward, toward a golden-haired old man who was already waiting beneath the bell tower ahead of them.
The man wore a loose cleric's robe and was slightly hunched over. Most conspicuously, the cuffs and hem of his robe were adorned with black stripes.
The color served as a distinction: it was the symbolic color of the Dark God, one of the Six Great Gods.
Following Tang Zheng's reminder, Pink Isadoro also noticed the figure. The man was dressed plainly and stood among the crowded throng beneath the church's bell tower, making him easy to overlook. When Pink Isadoro observed the symbolic color of the “Dark God,” his expression changed imperceptibly. Tang Zheng clearly noticed his face turn even uglier.
The golden-haired old man also saw Tang Zheng and his group being led toward him. His seemingly turbid eyes swept over the members of the Holy Kingdom's party, and he let out an imperceptible sigh.
"Have they lost their trust?"
"We shouldn't have seized that potion directly. With the arrival of the Holy Kingdom's people, it's those old geezers who should be having a headache now."
The golden-haired old man grumbled to himself, a fleeting, almost undetectable sneer flashing across his stern face. He lifted his feet and slowly walked forward.
Although the crowd under the church's bell tower was dense, wherever the golden-haired old man passed, the crowded believers would voluntarily part to form a path, not daring to make any contact with him.
From the expressions and behavior of these believers, it was clear they did not recognize the golden-haired old man. What they feared was not his status, but the strip of black on his priest's robe.
The young man leading Tang Zheng and the others stopped and turned, speaking softly, "Please wait a moment."
After speaking, the young man quickly walked to meet the golden-haired old man.
"Mentor."
The youth respectfully approached the golden-haired old man's side, bowed deeply, his face full of adoration and reverence, and quickly whispered:
"Regarding that Leader Tang, this student observed nothing unusual. He is also a high-level faith-based magic caster, and his ability to sense magic is extremely strong."
"The member of his group named Enri did not come. After some consideration, this student did not cast a detection magic."
The Slane Theocracy's comprehensive national strength was the strongest among all human nations, with a total population of around 15 million, more than twice that of the Re-Estize Kingdom.
A large population and a peaceful environment naturally produced a greater number of individuals with outstanding talent.
Therefore, the Theocracy adopted a household registration system, especially for registering special talents with an Innate Ability, to prevent the intangible loss of talent.
Furthermore, due to the unpredictable nature of this special and outstanding talent known as an Innate Ability, the Slane Theocracy had even developed a special magic to detect it.
And the young man before them was a master of this special magic.
His original primary task was to investigate whether the girl from the Free Will Squad, the one who killed the legendary-class undead Soul Eater, possessed some kind of powerful innate ability.
Unfortunately, the girl named Enri had not come with them.
The golden-haired old man gave an imperceptible nod, his pace never faltering for a moment.
The youth moved with the golden-haired old man, turning sideways and falling back a step to follow closely behind him, once again speaking softly to remind him:
"Mentor, the Captain of the Holy Knight Order from the Holy Kingdom might make some drastic moves."
"God listens to all," the golden-haired old man said faintly.
The youth bowed his head in reverence once more and said no more.
As the golden-haired old man approached.
Pink Isadoro proactively took a few steps back, allowing Remedios, who held the highest position as Captain of the Holy Knight Order, to stand at the very front.
"Welcome to the Slane Theocracy."
A smile creased the old man's wrinkled face. He raised his right hand to his chest in a gesture of prayer.
"May the Radiance of God shine upon all!"
"I am the Theocracy's Chief Justice, Gureido."
Chief Justice?
Hearing the man's title.
Tang Zheng sized him up imperceptibly, feeling a bit stunned and surprised. The Theocracy had a system of theocratic rule where the highest position was the Supreme Cardinal, followed by the six Cardinals.
Slightly below them, but still part of the ruling class, were the three chiefs of the judiciary, administration, and legislation, as well as the head of the research institute that handled all matters of magic development and the Grand Marshal, the supreme commander of the military.
Not only was this golden-haired old man's position high, but as the head of the judiciary, no matter how one analyzed it, he was not a suitable person to act as a welcomer.
Before Tang Zheng could recover from his surprise, he immediately noticed that, aside from himself, everyone from the Holy Kingdom had slightly turned their bodies away from Chief Justice Gureido, their faces looking grim.
"You old geezer, you're a believer of the Dark God, aren't you?" Remedios spoke bluntly, without a trace of courtesy.
"Your Excellency, Chief Justice Gureido, please forgive her. Our captain has always had a short temper."
"However, as a believer of the Dark God, it is not appropriate for you to bestow blessings upon outsiders, is it?" Pink Isadoro stepped forward, his expression displeased.
Even so!
Pink Isadoro also raised his right hand to his shoulder in a returning gesture of respect.
(end of chapter)
"I hope I don't waste too much time here," Tang Zheng thought, his eyes flickering slightly.
Currently, the resources he truly had on hand were: 110 tenth-tier scrolls and 1 Magic Sealing Crystal.
Previously, his magic power was insufficient.
After reserving a portion of his magic power for combat each day, he could basically create one tenth-tier scroll. Now that his magic power had reached 918, reserving around 200 for emergencies, he could cast "Tenth-Tier Papermaking" 20 times, allowing him to create two tenth-tier scrolls per day.
"I can only resume production after leaving the Theocracy," Tang Zheng thought to himself.
"This is our country's most famous ancient structure. According to legend, it was named 'John's Bell' by the Six Great Gods themselves."
"Every day, an endless stream of believers comes here to pray." The young man leading the way introduced the history of the Theocracy and some of its rumored stories with great piety.
He was just like a guide.
No!
He was a guide.
John's Bell?
Hearing this name, Tang Zheng thought of a bell tower in a great cathedral from his previous life that was also called by this name.
Those Players, the Six Great Gods, really liked to name things after myths, legends, or classic objects.
Pink Isadoro's eyes narrowed slightly, unable to fathom the Slane Theocracy's intentions for a moment. He quickened his pace by a few steps to come alongside Tang Zheng. "Leader Tang."
"Captain Isandro."
Tang Zheng responded with a smile.
"Captain Ian and the others from the Theocracy's Sunlight Scripture have already left, leaving this unknown youth to guide us."
"Isn't this... a bit too 'disrespectful'?" Pink Isadoro said in a low voice, his tone laced with suppressed anger.
No matter what, they were representatives of the Holy Kingdom. This youth's status was unknown, but his position was certainly no match for Captain Ian's.
This dismissive attitude made it difficult for even the usually good-tempered Pink Isadoro to suppress his inner fire.
Dong—
Dong— Dong—
A clear yet deep hum rang out as the great clock's pendulum swung.
When the echo faded.
"Not necessarily, Vice-Captain Isandro. Someone of higher position has already arrived."
Tang Zheng's gaze shifted forward, toward a golden-haired old man who was already waiting beneath the bell tower ahead of them.
The man wore a loose cleric's robe and was slightly hunched over. Most conspicuously, the cuffs and hem of his robe were adorned with black stripes.
The color served as a distinction: it was the symbolic color of the Dark God, one of the Six Great Gods.
Following Tang Zheng's reminder, Pink Isadoro also noticed the figure. The man was dressed plainly and stood among the crowded throng beneath the church's bell tower, making him easy to overlook. When Pink Isadoro observed the symbolic color of the “Dark God,” his expression changed imperceptibly. Tang Zheng clearly noticed his face turn even uglier.
The golden-haired old man also saw Tang Zheng and his group being led toward him. His seemingly turbid eyes swept over the members of the Holy Kingdom's party, and he let out an imperceptible sigh.
"Have they lost their trust?"
"We shouldn't have seized that potion directly. With the arrival of the Holy Kingdom's people, it's those old geezers who should be having a headache now."
The golden-haired old man grumbled to himself, a fleeting, almost undetectable sneer flashing across his stern face. He lifted his feet and slowly walked forward.
Although the crowd under the church's bell tower was dense, wherever the golden-haired old man passed, the crowded believers would voluntarily part to form a path, not daring to make any contact with him.
From the expressions and behavior of these believers, it was clear they did not recognize the golden-haired old man. What they feared was not his status, but the strip of black on his priest's robe.
The young man leading Tang Zheng and the others stopped and turned, speaking softly, "Please wait a moment."
After speaking, the young man quickly walked to meet the golden-haired old man.
"Mentor."
The youth respectfully approached the golden-haired old man's side, bowed deeply, his face full of adoration and reverence, and quickly whispered:
"Regarding that Leader Tang, this student observed nothing unusual. He is also a high-level faith-based magic caster, and his ability to sense magic is extremely strong."
"The member of his group named Enri did not come. After some consideration, this student did not cast a detection magic."
The Slane Theocracy's comprehensive national strength was the strongest among all human nations, with a total population of around 15 million, more than twice that of the Re-Estize Kingdom.
A large population and a peaceful environment naturally produced a greater number of individuals with outstanding talent.
Therefore, the Theocracy adopted a household registration system, especially for registering special talents with an Innate Ability, to prevent the intangible loss of talent.
Furthermore, due to the unpredictable nature of this special and outstanding talent known as an Innate Ability, the Slane Theocracy had even developed a special magic to detect it.
And the young man before them was a master of this special magic.
His original primary task was to investigate whether the girl from the Free Will Squad, the one who killed the legendary-class undead Soul Eater, possessed some kind of powerful innate ability.
Unfortunately, the girl named Enri had not come with them.
The golden-haired old man gave an imperceptible nod, his pace never faltering for a moment.
The youth moved with the golden-haired old man, turning sideways and falling back a step to follow closely behind him, once again speaking softly to remind him:
"Mentor, the Captain of the Holy Knight Order from the Holy Kingdom might make some drastic moves."
"God listens to all," the golden-haired old man said faintly.
The youth bowed his head in reverence once more and said no more.
As the golden-haired old man approached.
Pink Isadoro proactively took a few steps back, allowing Remedios, who held the highest position as Captain of the Holy Knight Order, to stand at the very front.
"Welcome to the Slane Theocracy."
A smile creased the old man's wrinkled face. He raised his right hand to his chest in a gesture of prayer.
"May the Radiance of God shine upon all!"
"I am the Theocracy's Chief Justice, Gureido."
Chief Justice?
Hearing the man's title.
Tang Zheng sized him up imperceptibly, feeling a bit stunned and surprised. The Theocracy had a system of theocratic rule where the highest position was the Supreme Cardinal, followed by the six Cardinals.
Slightly below them, but still part of the ruling class, were the three chiefs of the judiciary, administration, and legislation, as well as the head of the research institute that handled all matters of magic development and the Grand Marshal, the supreme commander of the military.
Not only was this golden-haired old man's position high, but as the head of the judiciary, no matter how one analyzed it, he was not a suitable person to act as a welcomer.
Before Tang Zheng could recover from his surprise, he immediately noticed that, aside from himself, everyone from the Holy Kingdom had slightly turned their bodies away from Chief Justice Gureido, their faces looking grim.
"You old geezer, you're a believer of the Dark God, aren't you?" Remedios spoke bluntly, without a trace of courtesy.
"Your Excellency, Chief Justice Gureido, please forgive her. Our captain has always had a short temper."
"However, as a believer of the Dark God, it is not appropriate for you to bestow blessings upon outsiders, is it?" Pink Isadoro stepped forward, his expression displeased.
Even so!
Pink Isadoro also raised his right hand to his shoulder in a returning gesture of respect.
(end of chapter)
