The light in the woods is dim. The lush canopy blocks the sun, and only sparse light shines through the branches and leaves of the trees, casting mottled light spots on the ground.
Occasionally, there is a breeze blowing, and there is a "rustling" sound, which makes the woods even quieter.
Vann Igneel followed his teacher, High Priest Delphi, all the way to the woods behind the house.
Along the way, Fan En kept his head lowered. Although his face was expressionless, his heart was uneasy.
When Fann thought about the embarrassing thing that happened next to the statue this morning and that he was about to meet the Lord Messenger again, he felt ashamed and felt that he was a fool.
However, what is supposed to come will eventually come.
When the believers stopped, Fann raised his head and saw a round table with a rather simple shape made of thick black fog appearing in the dense woods.
Coupled with the tall canopy-like tree canopy, it looks like a natural meeting hall at first glance.
This scene fell into Fan En's eyes, and it was undoubtedly a shocking sight.
After all, in the plane of Pain, no other god has ever been able to show such a strange scene in front of believers.
At most, the clergy can only perform clumsy tricks such as "predicting the future", "interpreting dreams", and "evicting evil", but rarely perform such miracles that are visible to the naked eye.
The young man with black hair and blue face and handsome appearance was sitting on the most eye-catching and gorgeous high-backed chair behind the round table, looking at them with calm eyes.
Fan En immediately lowered his head, not daring to look at him.
Although Fan En had already met this young man once, at this moment, Fan En felt that this man's aura was completely different from before.
Previously, this person's aura was restrained and he seemed to be gentle and approachable.
But now, this man is showing off his power, demonstrating his unusual noble status, which makes people feel awe in their hearts.
"This is the aura that a messenger of the gods should have." Fan En sighed secretly in his heart.
Soon, Vann Igneel noticed that there were a total of thirteen chairs surrounding the round table formed by the black mist. And on the side of the messenger, sat the tall and beautiful man.
According to his teacher Delphi, the silver-haired woman is undoubtedly the Saint Isabella of the Dark Temple.
"Teacher Delphi is right, it is indeed them..." Fann clenched his fists and thought silently in his mind, "I am really blind... Oh, I just hope that the messenger and the saint will not blame me for my offense today.
Bar……"
Just when Vann was nervous and in a daze, Delphi, Ariel, Refant and Shaun Derek, who were next to him, all sat down in their own seats next to the round table under the orders of the messenger.
Seeing this scene, Fan En couldn't help but feel very envious.
"I don't know when I will be able to sit at the round table like Teacher Delphi and become the most trusted right-hand man of the Lord Messenger."
However, even believers like High Priest Delphi who participated in the Round Table Conference for the second time still felt nervous today.
Because Delphi could guess that an important agenda of today's meeting is to report to the envoy on the work of the recent period.
He was very worried that the envoy would be dissatisfied with his work and betray his trust.
Asking himself, Delphi did not think he had done the best in this matter, especially since he chose to hide in an inn in the dream world, but did not take action for a long time, which made him blame himself.
In Delphi's view, even if it is a dream, this is definitely not the thought that a devout believer should have.
However, at this moment, he looked up and saw the messenger smiling at him and saying:
"Delphi, you have worked hard during this time."
After hearing this, Delphi felt her nose was a little sour. She wanted to say something, but it was difficult to say it out.
Delphi knew that this was the Lord Messenger's recognition of his work during this period. With such a sentence, the Lord Messenger wiped out all the mistakes he had made before.
"Lord Messenger, actually I..."
Allen waved his hand to stop him from continuing.
"First tell me your plans for the recent period!" the messenger was heard to say calmly.
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"Donahue, thank you for your hard work!"
At the same time, the carriage Howard was riding in also arrived at Alexandria. He stepped out of the carriage and sincerely thanked the driver of the carriage.
"It's my pleasure, Your Majesty," the coachman replied, taking off his hat.
At this time, the sky was gray, the waves on the sea were rolling, and the gulls were flying low and circling.
The thick clouds blocked the sun and seemed to be extremely heavy. They pressed heavily on Howard's heart, giving him a feeling of being out of breath.
Howard's hometown, Cohen Town, is nearby. But since Howard touched the "Light Canon" and swore to join the Light Church, he has separated from the secular world, and naturally he no longer has "relatives".
Because of this, he could only stand next to the pier at this time, facing the roaring sea breeze, looking back at the hills in the distance.
Then I silently wished my mother and brothers and sisters all the best in my heart.
Howard is now the auxiliary bishop of the Kingdom Diocese of Braden.
When he reaches the papal territory, according to papal emissary Clark Andric, he may put on a red robe, join the College of Cardinals, and become the real decision-maker of the Church of Light.
If Howard remembered correctly, this should be regarded as the fastest promotion speed in the history of the clergy of the Church of Light. It was as if he had a pair of wings on his back and flew up in a "whoosh".
Naturally, his mother and younger brothers and sisters will not be bullied like before, or forced into desperation by heavy taxes.
On the contrary, others will look at Howard's sake and give his relatives more respect and care.
All this made Howard feel quite unreal.
To this day, he still doesn't adapt to the sudden change in his identity.
Looking at the huge steamship moored at the pier, he took a deep breath and finally walked towards it.
However, at this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind him and stopped him:
"My Lord Bishop, please wait a moment!"
Howard stopped suddenly and looked back.
He quickly recognized the identity of the person who was coming. He was the butler of the York family, his name was Fred, and he had been serving Alan in the capital.