The red-roofed bell tower on the street rang loudly, but this bustling city was not noisy.
People are gathering in an orderly and quiet manner towards those white buildings. The congregants in the holy city of Josa are going to the nearby churches to pray devoutly, praying for a good start to today's schedule.
"Today will also be a day that pleases God."
An old priest wearing a white robe stood at the window. He looked down at the pious and orderly people on the street through the stained glass of the church. Ethereal and sacred hymns were already coming from the church chapel. He closed his eyes and put his hands
Put it on your chest and pray with the people below.
"Your Majesty the Angel of Heaven, won't you pray?"
The priest had already recited a prayer, only to find that the other priest was still sitting on the bench, neither getting up nor praying.
The man he called the angel of heaven did not answer his question. The man kept staring at the cup of tea in his hand.
The cup of tea has long been cold, and the water in the cup is dead. Only a tea stem is floating in the water, which is still a little lively.
It seems that the thoughts of the man on the bench have drifted to the crowd outside, or to a more distant place. In short, his thoughts are not here, not in this secret room.
"Your Majesty the Angel of Heaven?"
The white-robed priest was patient. If others were so unreasonable, he would have already asked the guards to carry that person out.
But this person, even with his status, cannot be provoked - cannot be provoked.
"Sorry, Archbishop Laurent."
It seemed that only after his repeated calls did the man notice him, "I was a little lost just now."
"Did you see anything in that cup of tea?"
Archbishop Luo Luolun did not care about this man's rudeness. The man in front of him had a noble status and his status in the Holy See was unique.
Although he is an archbishop and has great authority, he can only befriend the person in front of him and cannot provoke him.
The whereabouts of this mysterious "Angel of God" have always been elusive, and it took a lot of trouble to invite him to his jurisdiction this time. He also couldn't guess this person's mood, because the silver mask he had been wearing covered the area.
No one knows his entire face, not to mention his expression, or even his appearance.
If this person didn't speak in a mellow and magnetic male voice, there would be no problem even if he was suspected to be a woman.
"Um……"
The man pondered for a moment, then stared at the huge piece of transparent painted glass on the central wall of the secret room.
"north?"
Archbishop Luo Luolun tried to interpret what he meant, but the man did not give him an answer. Instead, he asked him: "What day is today?"
Luo Luolun clasped his hands together and replied with great piety: "God's Day! Today is the day when the great goddess of light gives a good harvest to her people."
"Okay, let me change the question."
The man shook his head slightly, then sighed, and then asked: "What's today's date?"
"Today is September 17th. What's the point of asking this?"
Luo Luolun was very puzzled.
"September seventeenth?"
The man couldn't help but get up from the bench and walked to the central stained glass. He stopped in front of the huge picture wall.
In the painting, four people were quarreling. They were squeezing each other's necks as if they were about to fight. There was also a god with a melancholy expression on the painting. He looked at these people from the sky and threw a spear at them.
"Your Excellency, the Angel of Heaven, if you have any feelings about this 'Mission of Heaven', I can send someone to install it in your house."
Luo Luolun looked at the angel who should be appreciating this painting with joy. At least he felt that his taste in art collection could be appreciated by this mysterious angel. He wanted to participate this time
If he can win the support of this person in the election of the new pope, the success rate will undoubtedly be greatly improved.
There will definitely be only benefits and no downsides to building a good relationship with this person.
"This 'Mission of Heaven' took dozens of famous painters and glass craftsmen from Morinden for three years..."
Luo Luolun began to talk endlessly about the creation history of this painting, trying to promote the preciousness of this painting.
You must know that in order to obtain this painting, he did so through "special" channels and many "special" means.
Because its origin might cause a lot of trouble, he only dared to put the painting in the most conspicuous place in the secret room to enjoy it alone.
"Many craftsmanship has been lost after hundreds of years, so it can be said that this is an orphan..."
Luo Luolun watched with a smile as the Angel of Heaven placed his right hand covered with white silk gloves on the "Mission of Heaven", "Yes, yes! Your Majesty the Angel of Heaven is really a sweetheart. We should treat such a precious work of art.
Be as gentle as you would treat our best friend..."
"This glass...is so in the way."
In Luo Luolun's eyes, the angel who was supposed to be touching the painting and feeling the beauty of art suddenly said this.
"Forehead?!"
Before Luo Luolun could react, the "Mission of Heaven" began to crack.
Cracks like spider webs gradually expanded with the hand as the center, and then with a crisp sound, the entire painting shattered into thousands of crystal clear stained glass.
It is indeed an extinct craft. It is obvious that the craftsmen who created it took into consideration the fact that the glass may break and injure people.
All the fragments turned into edgeless glass particles as soon as they hit the ground. Thousands of glass particles bounced around on the smooth white porcelain floor tiles of the secret room like marbles.
"Ah...ah..."
Luo Luolun lost his voice because of the shock. As the stained glass shattered, the originally dark secret room instantly became bright.
"Sorry, Archbishop Luo Luolun, I will ask someone to compensate for this stained glass someday."
The man known as the Angel of Heaven stepped on the wall that was originally used as a frame, and his leather boots encrusted with jewels made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the broken glass.
"Flower, flower glass?"
Luo Luolun was still in shock, but the man in front of him commented on the painting that existed just now, which made him have some reaction.
"Your Majesty the Angel of Heaven, what is this?"
By the time Luo Luolun reacted, the man in the sapphire blue priest uniform had already jumped out of the window.
This is the upper level of the cathedral, more than fifty meters above the ground. If an ordinary person jumps like this, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he will be disabled for life.
Is it possible that the angel suddenly lost his mind because he was under too much pressure these days?
Luo Luolun panicked and ran to the place where the man jumped just now.
"Your Majesty the God Envoy?! The God Envoy...ah!"
Before he could see the situation clearly, a strong gust of wind rushed in through the damaged window, blowing the top hat off his head.
Luo Luolun quickly protected his head, which was shining brightly under the early sun.
"Um? People, where are people?"
When he stretched his head outside and looked down subconsciously, he found that the people below were still the same, and the commotion above seemed not to have passed at all.
There is no sign of that man on the street. Although he is old, his eyesight is not dim yet, and logically, the clothes of the angel should be very conspicuous in the crowd.
"Could it be that..."
Luo Luolun looked up and as expected, the blue figure was standing on tiptoes on the spire of a nearby tower.
The sky is not originally a field that humans can set foot in. However, there are always people who yearn for the unknown mysteries in the clouds, and the light doctrine even points out that the residence of God is "outside the sky". This "skill" that should not appear in the first place is
This type of magic was created due to people's enthusiasm for the unknown and their belief in God.
"Pure light! Please embrace me and dance with you with my stupid body..."
As the archbishop, Luo Luolun mastered many kinds of magical arts, and of course he knew this kind of magical arts. After a brief chant, Luo Luolun's fat body became lighter, and after a while, he could walk in mid-air.
"Your Excellency, the Angel of Heaven, who are you?"
Luo Luolun walked in the air, as if there were invisible stairs under his feet. He walked to the side of the angel, and the man in front of him was staring into the distance, like a statue.
"What happened to you?"
Although this man destroyed his beloved collection, Luo Luolun still used honorific words towards him.
"It's too late, everything is over."
After a long time, with a sigh, the angel began to mutter to himself, while Luo Luolun on the side was still confused.
"What did you see?"
Luo Luolun couldn't figure out the meaning of this man's actions. He had heard that the Angel of Heaven was one of the few prophets who could use the great prophecy. But unfortunately, he, Luo Luolun, had never been exposed to the so-called great prophecy.
I haven't really seen it before.
"North," the angel pointed in that direction, "the disaster of fire has come, and our people are suffering."
"What? But we haven't received any news yet..."
Luo Luolun was shocked. He wanted to refute something. But then he thought that news of a border emergency had indeed come from the north. Although the northern border was far away from the Holy City, he did not pay too much attention to the matter.
But if it is true that the north has been devastated as this person said, then this is not a trivial matter that can be ignored. As the Archbishop of Light, of course he must participate in this matter, and it is best to achieve good results, so
Having won public praise, he is not far from the papal throne.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty the Angel of Heaven. I still have important things to do. I was negligent this time."
Luo Luolun wiped the sweat from his forehead. He didn't want to miss this God-given opportunity. He was so happy that he couldn't contain himself.
"Well, if we have something to do, we'll talk about it another day."
The angel of heaven nodded slightly, and Luo Luolun immediately flew to the church. He was very busy now.
At this moment, he was the only one left in the sky above the Holy City - the angel Vosini.
In an instant, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky. The rising sun at noon was inexplicably distorted, changing from a regular circle into a square rhombus shape that was short up and down and long left and right.
The residents of the holy city knelt down and worshiped this strange sun one after another. They chanted poems praising the gods in their mouths, and their eyes revealed the fervor of faith.
Today is the Day of Divine Grace, and it is also the day when the gods send blessings and show their divine power. This celestial phenomenon is also extremely rare. It is said that only the gods can see such wonders in person.
But Vosini, who was called the "Angel of the Gods", was indifferent to this celestial phenomenon. He looked at the sky, looked at the scorching sun, and sighed:
"In the end, I still can't change your fate."
His words were full of sadness and helplessness. Maybe this is something he needs to get used to, but if he wants to be truly unfluctuated in his heart, he can only do so when he no longer has a "heart"...
He closed his eyes, clasped his hands, and prayed for someone who had passed away in the distance.