Both Vanna and Valentin were stunned by this sudden change. Pope Helena's "judgment" was not so much a solemn religious ruling, but more like a deliberate result - the result had already been decided, just now
The conversation is nothing more than a program.
Such a hasty "ruling" was of course difficult for the judge Vanna to accept, and even for Valentine next to her. They all said in unison: "His Majesty the Pope..."
"Okay, okay, there's nothing wrong with that. There will always be some ups and downs in life, just like storms are always the most unpredictable existence," Helena waved her hand, interrupting Vanna and Va.
Lundin's words, "And don't fall into despair easily, Saint Vanna - relieving yourself of the duties of a judge is not necessarily a punishment, it's just that you are not suitable for this job for the time being. Maybe... the storm has something else for you.
Where's the favor?"
Vanna was startled when she heard the words, and seemed to vaguely hear some deep meaning in Helena's tone. However, just as she was about to ask something, she saw the Pope in front of her shaking his head at her.
"Let's stop here for now. There are still some things that I need to see with my own eyes before I can decide," Helena said lightly, "Plande... I haven't personally set foot on this land for many years."
When she said this, she paused briefly.
"You go back to the upper deck first. The elevator is ready. I will complete a prayer here - it won't take long. We will meet on the upper deck."
Almost before they realized what was going on, Vanna and Valentin were "rushed" back into the elevator. Until the elevator reached the top, until the two of them left the car and walked in the corridor to the upper deck, Valentin
Ding Cai broke the silence in a low voice: "Fanna, how do you feel... right now?"
He really couldn't think of a better way to say it to break this embarrassment.
Vanna stopped.
Valentine stepped aside a little.
"Are you serious about taking these two steps back?"
"I'm afraid you're serious."
"You can still tell cold jokes, so it seems that you are also aware of the unusualness of this matter," Fanna shook her head and whispered, "Frankly speaking, my initial reaction was disbelief and unacceptable. This rush
The hasty 'ruling' is more like a bad joke and should not come from His Majesty the Pope. But just now I recalled the details of His Majesty the Pope's words, and I always feel that...she seems to have another deep meaning."
As she said that, she exhaled softly: "I think I should wait patiently and wait for what His Majesty the Pope said, 'The storm has another blessing.'"
"Your calmness and rationality are indeed far beyond ordinary people - when this kind of thing suddenly happens to you, most people will not be able to think calmly like you so quickly," Valentine stepped forward again, while
As he walked, he said, "But now I care more about another thing than this."
Fanna frowned: "Another thing?"
"To remove an inquisitor from his position, a new inquisitor must take over, and such an important position as a city-state inquisitor must be 'tested' and appointed by the pope himself - you should be very clear about this process," Va
Lundin said slowly, "But His Majesty the Pope did not mention this matter at all... This should have been a 'necessary matter' announced at the same time or even in advance when the appointment was dismissed."
Vanna frowned subconsciously, but did not speak for a moment. Valentin continued: "In addition, she chose to announce your dismissal in a 'secret room' that no one knew about. According to the teachings, the Pope will be there."
The secrets taught in the secret room must not be passed on to others, no matter what the content of the secret is, this is a kind of 'safety code'."
Fanna had to admit that her young self was not as thorough as a senior priest like Bishop Valentine in understanding the original text of the storm. She actually did not think of these key points for a moment!
"what do you mean……"
"Your dismissal will not be known to anyone," Valentin looked into Vanna's eyes calmly, "and there will be no new judge to take over your position."
Fanna was stunned and frowned slightly: "Then how should I continue to perform my duties in Puland?"
"I don't know," Valentine said softly. He raised his head and looked at the exit of the corridor ahead. After thinking for a moment, he continued to speak, "but I suspect that you may not need to continue to perform your duties in Prade soon."
It’s your responsibility.”
…
In an extremely vast space, Pope Helena stood quietly among the dim firelight. After an unknown amount of time, she raised her head and looked towards the darkness in the distance.
This is the bottom of the Pilgrimage Ark. It is an area that ordinary people rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with, and even have no way of understanding. She calls this place the "belly of the beast". In a sense, this statement is actually correct at all.
.
Helena stepped forward, crossed the burning braziers, and came to a location that had not been illuminated by fire before.
Clusters of flames spread with her footsteps, gradually illuminating the entire dim space, reflecting things that had not been illuminated before.
There are intricate vein structures on the ground, huge tumors or nerve nodules hanging from the high dome, nerve cords and vascular pillars hanging from the dome, and huge pale supports that look like skeletons.
These things that were originally hidden in the darkness, all appeared in front of Helena's eyes as the firelight spread.
She finally stopped in front of a huge "pillar".
This is a pillar made up of a large number of complex structures that are twisted and stacked. Its surface is uneven, and there are a large number of nerve veins and vascular systems entwined like reliefs. And deep in those nervous systems, there are vague
You can see the complicated metal threads and the shining silver needles, as if they are spreading down from the upper level.
At the top of this pillar, on the dim dome, you can see a denser number of pendant organs. The surfaces of those organs are covered with ravines, and they look like... a brain.
Helena looked at the pillar intently for a long time, then stretched out her hand and slowly stroked the uneven grooves formed by nerve fibers.
"The Academy of Truth... is such an incredible technology," she praised softly, "Who would have thought that the dead Leviathan could be 'resurrected' in this way..."
As soon as she finished speaking, a low squirming sound suddenly came from the pillar, and then a hoarse, old voice sounded from an unknown structure: "First of all, I am not dead from the beginning, and secondly, I am not dead either.
I feel that I am not 'alive' now - using life and death to describe Leviathan is a very loose term, little girl."
"...I thought you were sleeping."
"I do sleep most of the time, but today you prayed to Queen Gemona very solemnly and brought outsiders to this place. I feel that I should be awake no matter what."
The corner of Helena's mouth seemed to tremble: "...Do you feel you are satisfied with the scene?"
"I think you are quite unkind," the hoarse old voice came again, "Isn't she doing a very good job? There is no judge in the major city-states who can surpass her in the comprehensive evaluation, so you can just give her a
If you are dismissed, don’t mention any reason for shaking your faith... We all know that as long as we can continue to perform our duties, this reason is the least important."
"This is the arrangement of the Storm Lord." Helena said calmly.
The hoarse old voice was obviously stunned for a moment before speaking: "...Oh, then I have no problem."
Helena shook her head helplessly: "I thought you would at least ask."
However, this time, the hoarse old voice did not respond at all.
He fell asleep.
…
On the vast and boundless sea, the steel battleship Sea Fog is sailing through the waves. As the battleship gradually "recovers" and its power is fully activated at this moment, the thin layer of ice fog also appears around the ship again, and in the
Small pieces of floating ice are constantly forming on the nearby sea surface.
Tirian came to the bow of the ship and looked at the open sea ahead.
For some reason, he always felt vaguely uneasy.
At first, he thought this was the sequelae of "his father's injury" and the accumulation of pressure caused by seeing his father several times off the coast of Puland and in Puland City. However, as the Sea Fog got farther and farther away from Puland,
De, this uneasiness has not weakened, but has become stronger.
This even gradually made him a little irritable.
It seems that something is about to happen, or... has already happened, and this matter is most likely related to me.
He trusted his intuition as a transcendent in this regard.
Tirian took a deep breath, put his hand on the railing in front, frowned and thought.
At this moment, as if to confirm this increasingly intense uneasiness, a burst of slightly hasty footsteps suddenly came from behind.
Tirian turned around suddenly and saw the first mate Aiden walking towards him.
The usually calm first mate's face was filled with nervousness at this moment.
Tirian immediately frowned: "What happened?"
"The chapel just received a psychic message from the home port. Something happened in the sea near Hanshuang..."
"Near the frost?" Tirian felt his heart beat suddenly and asked, "What's going on?"
"...an ancient diving device suddenly appeared in the Frost Coast," Aiden couldn't help but take a breath when he said this, "It's the 'No. 3 Submersible' - the eighth."