"My helmet, star staff, and book of light are all holy light magic tools. They are expected to be upgraded to holy relics in the future. Can they be placed in the holy spring pool to breed spirituality?" Carlisle asked.
"I want to drink holy water and wine! The dandruff in your helmet and the oil on your head are off-putting just thinking about it." Harley wrinkled her nose with a look of disgust.
"I used magic to clean it. It's very clean." The priest said awkwardly.
"I feel uncomfortable. Dig a small pond next to it, drain it, and put the holy artifacts there. My 'God's Stick' and armor can also be soaked in it," said Harry.
"That's okay, the holy spring pool is a bit shallow, and it's really not suitable for bathing long-handled weapons." The old priest nodded and asked: "I can't take care of such a big church by myself. Where do you plan to choose a priest?"
"Fake priests from the Holy See will definitely not do it," Harry said immediately.
"You want a holy priest who is pious and has extraordinary power? That is not easy." The old priest frowned, "Every holy priest is a treasure of their own religious order. It is impossible for them to let the pillars they cultivated join us.
'Paradise Mountain'."
Harry's heart moved and he said with a smile: "Go to the Oblivion Bar to buy an advertising space and recruit young apprentices from the multiverse. With my reputation, it shouldn't be difficult to find a few idiot fans, right?"
"Well, you can give it a try. You've been really popular lately, but"
Carlisle's face showed a look of struggle and hesitation.
Finally, he solemnly said: "Harry, given your current situation, it is not suitable for you to be completely led by the Holy Light Priest.
It would be better to invite a group of priests and nuns from Rome to put on a show."
"Why?" Harley asked confused.
"You are the Duke of Heavenly Mountain, True Lord Quinn. You will listen to orders rather than announcements." Carlisle said solemnly.
"So?" Harley still didn't quite understand.
"Alas, the duke's subjects are the king's subjects, but they are not necessarily loyal to the king."
Carlisle's words were difficult, as if he was under great psychological pressure.
If Harley has some enlightenment, she has not yet been able to pierce the last layer of window paper.
“If it’s not suitable now, when will it be suitable?”
"Wait until you become a god, wait until you can leave a mark on the magic power of those Holy Light Priests." When Carlisle said this, his expression was a little distorted and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Harley looked at him deeply and pronounced: "You will never become a saint in your life."
"I" Carlisle's face turned pale, then turned red quickly, and argued: "Pastors of the Holy Light are naturally devout believers in God. Even if you become a god, you can only guarantee that they will have the same loyalty to you spiritually.
I live up to God and am loyal to you, what’s wrong with that?
In fact, I think only people like me who have faith and adhere to principles are truly qualified to enter the Silver City."
"The biggest illusion in life is that whatever I think will happen to the world," said Harley.
The old priest was unconvinced and said: "The Crusaders who fought in the East back then were foolish and loyal enough, but you have also read Dante's "Divine Comedy" and even been to hell yourself. You know that not only did they not go to heaven, but they were torturing in hell to atone for their sins."
"Being better than trash doesn't mean it's not trash."
Carlisle's eyes widened, "You stand your ground, but you say this about me?"
"I'm so grateful for your loyalty that I can't bear to lie to you."
Harley patted him on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Silver City has completely closed the door to you. Now you can only run on the broad road of 'Paradise Mountain' wholeheartedly!"
Carlisle was stunned.
Even so, Harley accepted his suggestion and recruited Holy Light priest apprentices and fake priests according to the ratio of 28 to 80.
The number of people does not need to be too large, about four apprentices with extraordinary powers, and 16 Roman priests who have been systematically trained and are proficient in the skills of dealing with people.
Roman priests are not necessarily Romans. Many monks born in Gotham will also go to Rome to study.
All these complicated tasks were left to the old priest, and Harry took the time to visit the cemetery on the outskirts of the city.
Attend Zatara's funeral.
Zatanna was wearing a black gauze dress, her fair face was lightly powdered, her eyes were reddish, and she looked sad, which was really endearing.
Nick was wearing a black suit and accompanied her with a solemn expression.
Constantine's similarly solemn attire stood on the other side.
Harley is not unique, her skirt and sun hat are all black.
Although she didn't feel much sadness in her heart, she also had a look of grief on her face because of the death of her biological father.
Well, the grief over the death of my biological father is actually not that grieving at all.
After placing the bouquet in front of the coffin with Zatara's name and magic symbol printed on it, hugging Zatanna again, and whispering a few words of comfort, Harley returned to the guest area.
Stand with Madame Xanadu.
"I remember you said that you have been avoiding meeting Zatara." She whispered.
"My old lover died tragically in front of me, why can't we send him on his last journey?" Xanadu said calmly.
Harry felt a bit of inner sadness from her.
"I didn't mean today"
She explained: "I mean, why did you attend his group channeling that day?"
"Don't mention it. I must have had some trouble with my brain that day, or I must have been mind-controlled by a certain supreme being, to believe Zatara's nonsense about 'observation from a long distance, foolproof'."
Shangdu gritted his silver teeth secretly, and his face was slightly distorted.
Harry already knew the whole process from Constantine. After hearing Xanadu’s complaint, Harry couldn’t help but frown:
“It’s impossible for all of you dozens of knowledgeable mages to make wrong judgments.
Especially Zatara and the others. When Little Black Bean was first awakened by the wizard group, they were on the edge of hell and witnessed his power.
They shouldn't have made such a stupid mistake."
"Who can fully understand the power of the supreme being?
You were at the scene and saw with your own eyes that the coalition of millions of angels and demons could not withstand it?"
Xanadu couldn't help but say good things to his old lover.
Harry opened his mouth and looked around warily.
Many famous magic masters came to the scene, and even Felix Faust, who had always been at odds with Zatara, placed a bouquet of flowers on the coffin.
At this time, they were all glued to her from the corners of their eyes.
Harry stopped talking. This was not a good place to talk.
After the guests had said their final farewells to Zatara, a white-haired old priest stood in front of the coffin and said loudly: "Almighty Lord, you are the source of life. You have saved us through your Son Jesus. Please
You have mercy on Giovanni Zatara and accept him into the eternal heaven of light."
"Hehe" Harley couldn't help but laughed unkindly.
Although the voice was small, it still attracted the eyes of condemnation.
"Sorry, it's my first time to attend a mage's funeral. I thought it would be different from ordinary people. I'm sorry!
I sincerely wish that Master Zatara will be crowned with bliss."
She quickly apologized in a low voice.
"Witch, this is the worst lie you have ever told. Zatara will never go to heaven. We all know it." Faust said lightly.
"That's not necessarily true. I heard that the witch played a major role in the Little Black Bean incident. Not only was she promoted to the 'Duke of Heaven Mountain', she also received a Heaven Card."
Do you know the Heaven Card? It allows people to enter heaven directly."
Harry looked around in surprise. The speaker was a sturdy middle-aged mage with his eyes covered with cloth. He had inch-long white hair standing on end. His eyes were covered with cloth. He was wearing a vest. His exposed skin shone silver-blue, with magic lines looking at it.
Like a divine man.
Tanalak, a magic master contemporary with Zatara.
"Wizard Tanarak, where did you hear that I have the Heaven Card?" She frowned.
Even though she had a long face like the "Duke of Paradise Mountain", she didn't have time to publicize it.
The Heaven Card attracts people's attention, but it cannot improve her strength, so she must keep it secret.
But I don’t want to be exposed out loud today.
"I have my own channels." The hooded man said calmly.
Mr. E said disapprovingly: "I know the Heaven Card, which can avoid hell and go straight to heaven.
But so what if you avoid hell? Is Zatara in hell?
The Heaven Card has a loud name, but it is only valid for mortals and is useless to us."
"Perhaps I didn't make it clear, but what she got was a 'Supreme Paradise Card'!"
The blindfolded man emphasized: "She stopped the giant ferocious beast, saved heaven, and even helped Jehovah complete the perfect fusion of light and darkness, good and evil.
Can a mere ordinary Paradise Card be used as a reward to easily send her away?"
"You mean, you can avoid all 'debts' and go straight to heaven?" Faust trembled.
The other mages also looked over in shock.
"That's right, that's a top-notch paradise card that has never appeared before, specially prepared for mages." The blindfolded man nodded.
"hiss"
There was a gasp of air at the funeral site, and their eyes looking at Harry were full of fire and greed.
"Are you sure?" Zatanna was also attracted, her eyes eager.
Tanarak said: "If you think about it carefully, you will understand. If it is useless to the witch, what kind of reward is the Paradise Card?"
"Harley" Zatanna looked at Harley pleadingly.
Harry smiled bitterly and said: "The Paradise Card is only valid for living people. If a living person holds it, his soul can be protected by the power of God and go straight to heaven when he dies."
Zatanna believed it intellectually, but she still had some extravagant hopes in her heart, "Master Tanarak, is this true?"
The blindfolded man sighed: "All heaven cards are only effective for dying people. If the soul is gone, who will the power of God protect?"
Zatanna covered her face and sobbed.
As a quasi-magic master, she deeply understands a common sense: after her father dies, the soul and magic power will fall into the hands of creditors immediately, unlike ordinary people who may wander around the corpse and become a
Undead.
"Oh, God is so powerful that he may have heard my prayer." The priest patted her shoulder and comforted her in a low voice.
Well, the priest is also a mage.
Telling nonsense that you don’t believe either
After Zatara's coffin was buried in the soil, everyone did not leave. Instead, Sage Aoqi opened a space door and got in one after another.
"Zatara was not the only one who died that day. Let's go to Switzerland now for Sargon's funeral." Xanadu said.
Halle still has some friendship with Zatara, and she and Sargon are really "kind of friends".
But she was too embarrassed to leave alone, so she could only follow him.
Like Zatara, Sargon also left behind a daughter, a talented mage.
The whole process was almost a replica of Zatara's funeral, even the mage and priest were not replaced.
However, he was quite particular and did not use the same funeral lines to fool Sargon's missing soul.
Even with Harley's average physical strength of 39 points, she felt exhausted when she returned to Gotham.
However, she did not go home, nor did she let go of Xanadu who was tired and tired.
"I think Zatara and Sargon did not die in accidents, but were murdered by spies!" Harley said seriously.