While Lu Yu was training the mushroom people in the wetland, Sera got some bad news.
The Pope of Silver Maple Holy Theocracy suddenly became very poor. After attending the Halo Selection, he suddenly fell ill while handling government affairs.
If it weren't for the fact that the Silver Maple Holy Theocracy had always been famous for its healing magic, and there were several powerful magicians present, the Pope would probably have gone directly to the God of Glory after his fall.
Serra has a good impression of Pope Laurent. The longest-reigning pope in the Holy Theocracy of Silver Maple has brought long-term stability and prosperity to the Theocracy, and has spread the Glorious Doctrine to surrounding countries, establishing a
a huge group of believers.
He prayed devoutly every day for decades, and wrote down what he had done, and presented it under the statue of the God of Glory for the God of Glory to read.
Treat yourself strictly like an ascetic, but never treat others as harshly as you treat yourself.
This is a kind old man who is pious, kind, and truly willing to believe that the God of Glory is there and is always watching over this land.
Every time Serra came close to him, he felt that his godless behavior was a kind of blasphemy.
Serra saw Laurend after he woke up. This man who used to be able to go to the fields and work with the believers personally for a whole day now turned pale after just saying a few words.
Facing the archbishop, the saint, and the saint, he just smiled and said that he was fine, and asked them to go back and handle their own affairs.
The archbishops saluted and left, followed closely by the Holy Virgin and the Son.
Just when Sera was about to bow and leave, Laurend stopped her.
"Sierra...come here."
Before walking to the bed, Sera sat on a chair beside her at Laurend's signal.
Laurent's eyes are still extremely clear and bright, but his skin is loose and has no elasticity at all, and is full of age spots.
It's like a still young soul is trapped and dead in an old body.
"I don't have much time."
Sera was shocked and quickly consoled her: "Your Majesty the Pope, you just have a sudden illness. As long as you reduce your work a little and rest seriously, you can recover your body."
"The six bishops and the four high priests of the Holy See can all serve you."
Laurent smiled and said nothing. After a long time, he slowly spoke.
"I know my body. You are comforting me. I know this..."
"Actually, I have been dreaming about the Silver Maple Sacred Tree for more than half a year. Every time I fall into a dream, I can see its silvery leaves swaying gently in the breeze, like..."
Laurent's eyes passed through the stained glass window, drifted into the distance, and landed on the huge silver maple sacred tree.
"It's like it's reaching out to me and leading me towards it."
"This is an omen, a hint given to me by the God of Glory."
Sera does not believe in God, and she interprets all the so-called omens and hints as dreams constructed subconsciously by Laurend, who was aware of his poor health.
As a devout believer in the existence of the God of Glory, he has already written a death script for himself.
If you believe this omen, Laurent will definitely die, because this old man who believes deeply in the gods has no intention of living.
Sierra clenched her fists. She wanted to express her anger, but these rebellious words could not break through her throat. They could only turn into a wisp of depression that could not be dissipated and sank down.
The corner of Laurend's mouth twitched slightly. He saw all of Sera's performance, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stretched out his hand and gently touched her head.
"Go and do your thing. Others always say that you, the chosen one, are a bit irresponsible, but how do they know that the influence of your chosen one is beyond their imagination."
"Prince Colton is very hopeful to compete for that position in the Sligo Empire. It is necessary to establish a good relationship with him now. It is up to you to help the Theocracy continue to build this line."
Sierra bowed slightly and said, "I will do it well."
"I believe in your ability, go ahead, I want to rest."
After Serra's footsteps gradually faded away, the Papal Guards gently closed the door.
Laurent, who was lying on the bed, thought about Sera's expression just now and smiled.
"That's all."
Then, he murmured worriedly.
"The major countries have reached a critical moment of power transition again. I don't know if we can bring peace to the people of the Theocracy this time."
The news that Serra was the last to leave the papal residence spread quickly, which gave some new ideas to the "Serra succession theory" that had been put to rest before.
The pope of the Silver Maple Holy Theocracy is generally elected in two ways.
One is the traditional selection system, which is jointly recommended by the six bishops of the Holy See and the Yinfeng bishops from various places.
The second type is for the highly famous pope to personally appoint the next pope.
Under normal circumstances, the pope is elected by the first method. After all, the pope whose reputation is so high that no one wants to question the person he chooses rarely appears.
Laurend happened to be this type. Even the most militant Sligo people, once they heard the news of Laurend's death, even if they were at war with other countries, they would take the initiative to cease the war, lay down their weapons, and go to the Theocracy to mourn.
Go back and continue fighting life and death.
Laurent left no one else behind, but had a conversation with Sera alone. This was so imaginative that many people turned their attention to the hill outside the Theocracy's capital city.
Sierra didn't know the ripples this conversation had caused. She was in the storage room at home picking out gifts for Prince Colton.
"The Forbidden Demon Stone...is so well preserved and in such good condition that I don't even have a second one...forget it, let's get another one."
"Ordinary gems... this is too perfunctory."
"Don't give gifts at all...it doesn't meet the standards of diplomatic interests."
Giving gifts is really a headache. If you give too many, you will feel bad and it will be hard to reimburse.
If you give too little, you are afraid that the other party will be dissatisfied and the desired effect will not be achieved.
Why can't we ask people from the Holy See to help us with this kind of thing, and just pick it up and leave by ourselves?
"Sela...Sela, I'm hungry."
Sierra poked her head out of the underground storage room and found that the stupid dragon's big eyes were "embedded" in the window of the house, and his breath made the window mist.
"Hey." Sera sighed, walked to the table, activated the communication circle, and asked the believers at the foot of the mountain to send the collected fruits up.
Benlong, who was lying on the ground eating fruit, saw Sierra busy and asked curiously: "Sierra is going out again?"
"Yes, I don't know how long I will be going this time. I said I am going to Sligo to attend a wedding, but in fact I still need to deal with some interpersonal matters."
Laurender's words made it very clear. Since Sligo is about to reach the time of power change, it is necessary to let the Theocracy increase its presence in Sligo before anything happens, to increase its favorability, and to ensure that no matter who comes to power in the end,
can maintain existing national policies.
The Theocracy's envoys have already taken the lead. They are responsible for the overt aspects, while Sera will naturally be responsible for the secret aspects.
"Sierra, Sierra..."
"explain."
"You can take me with you... there's no one at home, it's so boring."
Stupid Dragon put his chin to the ground and looked at Sera aggrievedly.
This is not an excessive request, but Benlong behaves very humblely.
Looking at such a humble Benlong, Sierra suddenly realized that after she brought Benlong home, although she had been taking good care of him, she often left him alone at home because of her "business trips."
I thought that everyone's concept of time was different and stupid dragons would not feel lonely, but it seems that is not the case.
Benlong is just a child, and at this age he is eager to see the outside world.
Lulu could have helped him go outside for a walk, but an explosion killed him.
Looking at the pitiful stupid dragon, Sera patted his mouth: "Okay, I'll take you out with me this time."
Stupid Dragon's round eyes were shining: "Really?"
"When have I lied to you?" Sera said, "But you have to promise me that you must abide by the rules. This is another country. Once you get into trouble, it will not be easy for me to deal with it."
"The stupid dragon must be well behaved."
Sera looked at Benlong nodding his head and burst into laughter.
How can a dragon be so stupid? If it continues to grow like this, can it still be a dragon that can make people's hearts tremble with just one roar?
Sera didn't think that the stupid dragon could cause trouble. This guy was too well-behaved. She didn't know how Lulu had tamed him before. She made him go east and not dare to go west. She asked him to stand where he was and he didn't even move a step.
Just like a dog.
I originally planned to borrow the Holy See's gryphon, but now there is no need for it. Sera took the confirmed gift and jumped on the back of the stupid dragon. With a loud dragon roar, the stupid dragon carried Sera and flew into the sky.
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As the night progressed, two figures appeared outside the quiet Serra home. They seemed to have cast some special magic. Their figures were as erratic as smoke, and the strange smoke kept billowing, making it impossible to see their faces and body outlines clearly.
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The two seemed to know the layout of the Serra family's mechanisms, easily dodging several magic circles that could trigger alarms, and skillfully used props to cover their own magical aura, rendering a large number of magic mechanisms ineffective.
"If I hadn't known the layout in advance, a normal person would have been tricked by this place."
One of the dark figures said happily.
"After all, he is the chosen one... I hope there won't be anything more troublesome to deal with in the room."
They carefully opened the door. Compared to the crisis-ridden courtyard, there was no magic in the room. This made the two shadows sigh in relief.
Also, if a particularly violent magic mechanism is placed in the room, once it is activated, it will easily destroy important objects together. No one would do this.
The shadow walked into the house and went straight to the study. Among the stacks of papers, the two of them quickly rummaged and read.
"No…"
"No…"
"How come there isn't?"
"There is nothing related to the Pope, how could this be?"
"Such an important thing should not necessarily be placed in an obvious place. Look for the hidden layer."
The two dark figures groped for a while, and finally, relying on their rich experience, found a book on the bookcase that could not be removed at all.
After trying to twist the book a little, the bookcase slid to both sides, revealing a bare wall.
"Sure enough, there is a dark wall." One of the black figures was about to step forward to try how to open the dark wall, but was stopped by another one.
"Be careful, don't forget, God's Chosen is a person who can compete with a seventh-level magician. Lulutis has suffered losses at her hands. Check first to see if there is a magic mechanism."
After hearing this, the impulsive shadow immediately calmed down a lot, took out an iron box, and carefully inspected the dark wall through the dim light emitted by the forbidden magic stone inlaid on the iron box.
Seeing the magic circle revealed little by little, the black shadow that had just been rash broke into a cold sweat.
"Sure enough, there is a magic circle, but it doesn't seem too complicated. As long as we cover the magic source that provides the magic power, we can easily crack it."
Following the breath of the magic circle, the two black figures finally determined the source of the magic, which was an inconspicuous pen holder placed on the desk.
If they hadn't been very experienced, who would have thought that a pen holder was actually providing magic power for a defensive magic circle?
"Put the forbidden magic stone in and cover it."
The moment the black shadow magic stone was put into the pen holder, dazzling light flickered on the dark wall.
Fiery light instantly filled the entire room, and huge energy burst out at one point.
The guards patrolling below the God's Chosen Residence raised their heads in surprise. The top of the mountain was inexplicably bright as day.
The next second, terrifying explosions resounded all around. The capital city of the Holy See Kingdom of Silver Maple, which had fallen asleep, woke up from the violent explosions. The ears of the guards at the foot of the mountain were buzzing, and it took them a long time to regain their hearing.
For a time, countless clergymen rushed out of the brightly lit Holy See.
"Isn't that the residence of God's Chosen Master..."
"Why did it explode? Hurry, hurry, hurry, organize people to put out the fire, hurry!"
"The Lord Chosen has left for Sligo. Why did her residence suddenly explode... This burst of magic power is so strong..."
The explosion in the God's Chosen Residence caused a large number of magicians to rush to the scene immediately.
The rich magic residue makes it almost impossible for magicians to perceive everything around them.
Serra's house... should be said to be in ruins now. The fire was blazing into the sky. The magicians worked hard for a long time before the fire subsided.
Soon, the magicians made a discovery.
The remains of the suspicious person were found in the fire scene, but they were torn apart and burned to char, and no useful information could be extracted at all.
Pope Laurent, who was awakened, came to the scene and became furious after hearing the reports of the magicians.
Someone broke into the God's Chosen residence at night, what were these two people's intentions?
Laurent, who has always been known for his kindness, gave the instructions in a stern tone.
"Thorough investigation."
The silent guard captain left with this brief but angry instruction. He knew that many people might not be able to sleep tonight.
A magician in charge of the on-site investigation waited until Laurend calmed down a bit, then took a wall brick and walked up to Laurend to report.
"Sir Pope, we discovered that the magic contained in these wall tiles does not seem to be the work of Lord Serra."
"The elemental magic that Sir Sera is good at is water and grass. She has the strength to compete with the seventh-level magic of these two elements... However, she rarely dabbles in fire-attribute magic. For this reason, she specially asked Luluti of Solon Please tell me, everyone should remember this."
The Pope frowned: "Go on."
"These residual magical auras make me suspect that these two intruders are holding the scroll of a seventh-level magician. They have such a scroll to defend themselves..."