Serra knelt alone in front of the Silver Maple Lord Statue, clasping her hands and praying devoutly.
She would never skip the work that the God Chosen should do just because she didn't believe in God.
Sera has a very clear understanding of the Chosen One. This is a job. During working hours, she works hard to play the role of the Chosen God. When she needs to get close to celebrities in various countries, she tries to get close to them. When she needs to spread kindness to the poor, she gives out real supplies.
to do it.
As long as everyone thinks that God's Chosen can do something and should do it, Serra will try her best to complete it.
And as long as she leaves the temple, the church, and the group of people who need to be contacted through role-playing, and is alone, Sera will change back to herself.
Today's prayer time was a little longer. While praying, Sera prayed for a grace from the God of Glory, which she didn't know existed.
Not for her, but for Pope Laurent.
Although Laurent, who was seriously ill, survived the winter, the doctor still warned him not to overwork due to his weak body.
As the longest-lived and most influential pope in the history of the Theocracy, Laurent is known far and wide as a good man. This excellent quality has stood the test of time and made all the countries around him admire him.
Sera believed that such a good person should live a long life, so after completing the prayer session of God's Choice, she complained in her own name.
"The God of Glory doesn't even give some gifts to his most devout believers. It's too cool."
No response.
Sierra suddenly felt a little disappointed, but then smiled helplessly.
She suddenly understood why so many people believed in the God of Glory who descended from without a miracle. Even if he was as powerful as she was, she still seemed so powerless when faced with birth, old age, illness and death, and there would still be hope in her heart that was illusory and unknown whether it existed or not.
A vessel named "God" descended and solved all her problems from top to bottom.
All living beings suffer, and those ignorant people can only crawl on the ground throughout their lives, carefully looking up at the nobles, and need to worry about the few grains of rice in their pockets, lest after eating one meal, the next meal will not be available.
Their desire for a better future has been constantly destroyed by ruthless reality, broken and scattered, and their knowledge is insufficient, making them unable to think of a way out of their suffering. In the end, they can only place all their hopes on faith... In fact, they just hope for a better future.
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After pushing open the heavy wooden door and leaving the statue hall, Sera heard the heated discussions of many bishops.
In the midst of the noise, Serra walked slowly through the crowd and was about to leave as if nothing had happened. However, as he approached the gate, Bishop David, who had arrived late, saw Serra but immediately approached him.
"I was just looking for you. The Theocracy's courier just received a message from the Halo missionary. The signature is Anna, the same team that you opened immunity and facilitated."
Sera raised her eyebrows: "I remember that they drew lots and took a boat to go south to the trading continent Colai for missionary work. What's wrong?"
David wanted to grab Sera with his hand and ask her to walk to a quiet place with him, but suddenly he remembered that the other party was the chosen one and he was the bishop...
Although the relationship was good, he had to be wary of his identity in public, so David could only walk into the shadows of the corridor and then wave to Sera.
Sierra couldn't help laughing: "Can't you just say it? You have to act like a child."
"Sorry, I have had too many children lately. I'm used to it and I can't change it all at once."
Throughout the winter, David spent time in the orphanage, helping the homeless and abandoned children. He was rarely seen on weekdays.
David gave the letter from Anna to Sera.
Due to the long distance, magic messengers cannot be used, and conventional communication methods may cause information to be lost, so only the most traditional letters can be used.
There is no text on the letter. It is an encrypted document unique to the Theocracy and requires the corresponding magic to appear.
As Sera cast the spell, dense text began to emerge.
Sera looked at it, her brows furrowed and her expression serious.
"Who else has read the letter?"
"Because I am in charge of the Southern Messenger this season, there is no one else but me, His Holiness, and you at the moment."
Sierra paced in place, raised the hand holding the letter several times, read it again, and chewed the words again and again.
"What does His Majesty the Pope have to say?" Serra asked.
"He suggested that you go there in person. If the content in the letter is true, you can also take action directly."
Seeing David, his eyes were a little evasive and his expression was a little strange. Sierra knew that he hadn't finished speaking yet.
"The Pope also said that there are undercurrents surging within the Theocracy, and many people are secretly gathering strength for his 'posthumous affairs'. He has reason to believe that your home was bombed, and this matter is inseparable from certain people in the country.
It’s just that the matter was done cleanly and he couldn’t find any clues for the time being, so he had no choice but to stop pursuing it.”
"He knows that you have no intention of becoming the Pope, but you have no intention, but you can't stand other people thinking that you have this intention, so it will be good for you to leave for a while."
Sierra played with her hair and smelled the rising moisture in the air, realizing that the first rain of spring was about to fall.
However, the cold is still heavy now. I am afraid that this rain will not be able to moisturize everything, and will only turn into pieces of broken ice under the blowing of the cold wind, falling fiercely.
"I understand. I will say hello to His Majesty before leaving."
Holding the letter, Sierra walked down the steps, and suddenly she turned around.
"What are the merchants from Kelai talking about recently? Ask the messenger to pass the information to me. I want to see it."
"I will make arrangements for you immediately."
The house was rebuilt, and the carrier for receiving information was replaced with a new one. This time, Sera chose a white rabbit as a container that matched her ethnic characteristics.
After returning home, Serra received the message compiled by the Theocracy's messenger on the White Rabbit Statue.
The snoring sound of the sleeping stupid dragon was like thunder, which forced Sera to release a small soundproof circle in order to hear the message clearly.
Although Kolai is far away from the Mela Continent, Kolai is a trading continent, and the merchants there are all profit-seeking madmen. The ultra-high profits from long-distance trade prompt them to constantly develop new routes to connect different continents.
Therefore, there is a saying spread among maritime merchants on all continents.
"As long as you can make money, even if you are a Jedi, there will always be a Kolai person."
The information revealed behind this sentence is that Kolai may have the most detailed charts of the surrounding continents, and the golden routes they control are likely to contain wealth that others cannot imagine.
As long as you have money, you can buy everything in Collet. This is no joke.
Whenever Kolai's ship docks, the locals of Mera Continent will use fine wine and delicious food to obtain all kinds of information from the sailors. Most of the information obtained by the Theocracy's messengers also comes from these sailors.
These sailors, who rarely get off the ground, have no idea what to say after drinking, and their words are not accurate. They often talk nonsense and make nonsense. What is useful information depends entirely on the ability to discern.
Sierra listened for a long time and felt depressed.
A sailor said that he was chased by a Kraken mage of level 7 or above at sea, but they succeeded in getting rid of the Kraken with their superb skills... Isn't this pure nonsense?
The Theocracy's messengers are really reliable. What else could they record with this kind of information? Could it be that they were so fascinated by the story that they really thought that the Kraken was such a small character in the sea that could be easily left behind?
Fortunately, not all couriers are unreliable. Several couriers have found some highly credible information, involving the situation of the major kingdoms in the Colai continent, the progress of ethnic disputes, changes in the price of goods, etc.
Although the idea of finding out some information related to Anna's letters before departure came to nothing, it can be regarded as giving Sierra some lessons in advance.
"A businessman from Kolai continent mentioned in the discussion that there is a massive war going on in the Mostana continent near Kolai, and the war has swept through most of Mostana."
It had nothing to do with Collet, and the credibility of this kind of second-hand retelling of second-hand information was not high. Sierra wanted to leave directly, but the following description of the messenger made her fingers freeze in the air.
"Before he left the port, the Serel Kingdom suffered an unprecedented and tragic defeat. Their army was in a place called Blue Water City. They were first strafed by the flames of a one-eyed flame giant, and then were killed by a beast that could continuously devour flesh and blood.
The giant flesh-and-blood beast wiped out nearly 100,000 people, and the Southern Front of the Seler Kingdom collapsed and had to retreat to the central region to regroup."
One-eyed flame giant?
Sierra's mind buzzed, and she was confused.
She quickly contacted the messenger who provided the information and asked for relevant details.
"Sir Chosen God, we only listened a few times when we were collecting information... I'm afraid we can only find the details you want from the Kolai businessman."
"Then find it, find it for me, I want to know about the one-eyed flame giant!"
After their chosen god spoke, the Theocracy's messengers quickly took action and quickly picked out the sailor who was shopping near the port.
After some disguise, Serra came to the port in person and met this merchant sailor with unshaven beard and coarse linen clothes.
The merchant sailor didn't know who Sera was in silver-white clothes, but the other party pulled him out alone, thinking that he wanted to buy information from him.
The elated sailor did not hesitate. He looked at Serra's luxurious clothes and smiled slyly: "Please make a quote. If it suits me, I will sell you the information."
Serra knew that he had no idea about the specific price of the news, so he chose this method in the hope of making more money.
It's a pity that Sera is too lazy to spoil him.
"The news you know may not be unknown to the sailors on the same ship. The sea journey is boring, and it is normal for each other to exchange stories to relieve boredom."
The sailor had no choice but to ask for a golden bean as reward.
Sierra didn't hesitate and threw it to him directly: "I ask, you answer. Remember, tell me clearly every detail you heard."
The sailor nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, after collecting the money, we will definitely meet the guest's requirements. This is the creed of our Kelai merchants."
"There are no good guys or bad guys." Sera complained, no longer entangled, and asked, "Tell us about the one-eyed flame giant. Do you know its attack method?"
Perhaps it was because he had told the news he heard countless times, so the sailor answered Sera quickly.
"Of course it's with your eyes. You don't know that when he said this, the businessman in Serel was very angry. He said that if it weren't for the disgusting guy in Blue Water who used feces to slow down the attack of the army, and let the one-eyed flame giant
The flame beam strafing blocked the attack rhythm, misjudged the strength of the troops in Blue Water City, and chose a conservative approach. With the entire army on the southern front of Selier, Blue Water City can be captured in three days..."
Serra felt that this sailor would be a good storyteller even if he no longer sailed. He remembered things that others had told him so carefully that he would not say them again. During the description, he also expressed emotions, danced and danced, and picked up onomatopoeia at his fingertips. Listening
Serra is like being there...
She quickly interrupted the story-telling session of the sailor, who was probably a storyteller, and asked two key questions.
"Did the One-Eyed Fire Giant appear later?"
"Are you sure that flesh and blood beast is a summoned object?"
The gushing sailor hesitated for a moment.
"The Fire Giant only appeared once, and then disappeared. As for the flesh-and-blood giant beast... I'm not sure whether this is a summoned object, because even the Serel businessman is not sure, and our magician in Kolai
Everyone who heard this news laughed at Selel for deliberately making excuses for the defeat. After all, it was a summoned object that killed 100,000 people. How could such an outrageous summoned object exist?"
Serra threw another piece of gold to the sailor: "Last question, I want you to answer me exactly. Did the Serre businessman describe the color of the giant's eyes?"
The sailor immediately replied: "Black!"
"The Serel merchant said that it was the 'darkness' from the abyss, because the Serel merchant was a small nobleman, and his children were on the southern front. Because of the high temperature generated by the Cyclops attack, they were burned even standing at a distance.
, so he was carried off the front line in advance and escaped the flesh and blood beast."
As soon as Sera's joyful expression appeared, she was suppressed by fear. She suppressed her inner uneasiness and gave another piece of gold to the sailor.
Unexpectedly, the sailor didn't want it this time.
"You are a wealthy gentleman, but I cannot be greedy. I am a sailor, and if I take so much money, I am afraid that something bad will happen. Please take this one back."
Sera admired this smart man very much, and she threw a roll of parchment to the sailor.
"You don't need money, so just take this. If you encounter a sea monster, it might save your life."
"Don't feel ashamed. You gave me a very important message."
Sera clenched her fists excitedly: "My Lulutis, now I finally found you!"
Unexpectedly, Lulutis was not far from Collet. Now he could take her home while solving Collet's matter.
"Lu Yu, Lu Yu, I want to see who you are that can make Lulu use Cyclops!"