Chapter 326 Chapter 120 Bishop Patel
“This…”
Ig was about to mention the name of Atros, the “God of Creation and Death” he had seen. However, as if sensing some danger, the young man’s heart crawled, and he quickly raised his face.
The girl opposite him had brilliant golden big eyes, and under her long eyelashes, the gorgeous colors were bright and moving, and she seemed very eager to know Ig’s answer.
Ig looked at her, and in his mind, he remembered that a little over a month ago, when he was playing cards with the girl, he had used a card related to this deity, which almost made the little phoenix cry.
Well, then he was punished to kneel on the floor for a whole night.
“Haha, I don’t know… it should be a rather ancient deity, perhaps it has even fallen.”
Ig chuckled and said. Although he didn’t know if the little phoenix still held a grudge, for his own safety, Ig decided to keep silent.
“Is that so…?”
Verafia saw that Ig couldn’t answer, and a strand of golden hair dangled to the side, a slight loss in the brilliance of her eyes.
“Young Master Ig, and this Miss.”
A clear female voice came, and approaching was a girl dressed in a nun’s robe, with a scarf wrapped around her long golden hair.
Sister Miss looked at Verafia’s slightly dejected little face and gently replied, “According to Bishop Lord’s research, this stone tablet is related to Atros, a deity of ‘Creation’ from the Mythic Era.”
“Cough, cough, so, it’s a deity named Atros? This is truly incredible… But how could the relics of this deity appear in Lorinc??”
Ig smiled awkwardly, wanting to use this to show that he really didn’t know before, and wasn’t trying to deceive his young lady. Now he could only hope that Verafia wouldn’t think too much from this name.
Ig secretly looked at the girl beside him, and as expected, the girl’s porcelain-white, delicate and soft little face, like an exquisite doll, turned dark at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ig’s heart skipped a beat, and then, the girl’s slender little hand suddenly grabbed his arm.
“Ah, I heard from Bishop Lord that in the Mythic Era, the place where the Aslandt continent and the Atros divine realm intersect might be near Lorinc… Um, Mr. Ig, what’s wrong with you, and this Miss, your complexion looks a bit bad, do you need divine art treatment?”
Fortunately, at this time, the nun who had gone to report to the bishop returned.
“Young Master Ig, Bishop Lord was praying just now, so you’ve made him wait. May I ask if you can come with me to see him now?”
Verafia glared fiercely at the young man, let go of his small hand, and turned her head to the side.
Ig reached out and rubbed his arm, which had been hurt by the girl’s grip, thinking that he really couldn’t afford to offend this little phoenix, otherwise, she would keep holding onto him for any small matter in the future.
But… the nun said that Bishop Patel was praying earlier, if that was the reason, why didn’t she tell him directly before?
A doubt flashed through Ig’s mind, but he didn’t think about it anymore, and smilingly replied to the nun.
“Okay, thank you, Sister Miss.”
The nun placed her hand on the cross divine emblem on her chest and bowed slightly in return, then led Ig towards the church.
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Ig and the young girls followed her through several church buildings and arrived at Bishop Park’s secluded small church. The nun stepped forward to ask for permission, then pushed open the large door and gestured for them to enter.
Verafia followed the young man into the church. As soon as they entered, the strong aura of light and thick incense in the holy light and silver water rushed towards them, making Flarn beside her feel a little uncomfortable.
“This is…”
Verafia’s hand held the girl beside her, and the flowing demonic power silently offset the aura of sacred light for her. The girl looked up, and her delicate eyebrows couldn’t help but furrow slightly.
In the perception of the moment, Verafia felt a very peculiar aura that she was somewhat familiar with, but rarely, she couldn’t quite distinguish what it was.
The church where Bishop Patel was located wasn’t very large. The snow-white walls were adorned with silver carvings, and under the huge Holy Cross and Sun Emblem, the floor was paved with marble. A fiery red carpet was embroidered with golden holy marks; at the end of the line of sight, next to the holy table placed under the Light God Statue, stood a white-haired cleric in a purple god robe.
“Bishop Lord.” The black-haired young man beside them took a step forward, and the purple-robed bishop turned around. What appeared in Verafia’s eyes was a bishop with a kind and benevolent face.
“This Bishop…”
Verafia’s lips slightly murmured, and her golden eyes scrutinized him. Bishop Patel also wore a cross holy emblem on his chest, emitting a pure and powerful aura of light. His appearance was quite consistent with the image of a high-ranking cleric in the girl’s memory.
“Just within the scope of divine arts, it can reach the level of Star Rank at least, and this Bishop’s previous profession was a Paladin…”
Verafia judged simply. However, one thing was slightly beyond her expectation. Bishop Patel was among the first generation born after the Demon Race War. For someone who had not broken through the limits of Saint Rank, his nearly hundred years of age could be considered old age, but the vitality in his body had not declined, and could even be described as vigorous.
The purple-robed bishop noticed the golden-haired girl scrutinizing him and smiled slightly, “This Miss must be the Mage friend that Lord Ig spoke of, right? I thought Anto’s words were an exaggeration, but now it seems they were an understatement.”
The “Anto” mentioned by Bishop Patel was naturally the white-robed priest who waited for Ig at the gate of Lorinc City yesterday.
“Bishop Lord is too kind.”
Ig also knew that it was unrealistic to expect this phoenix Miss to learn some human etiquette, so he answered for her instead, “However, I apologize for rashly coming at this time and disturbing Bishop Lord’s prayer. Please forgive me.”
The prayer paraphernalia that was not yet completely tidied up beside the purple-robed bishop showed that the man had indeed ended his prayer in a hurry.
A hint of doubt appeared in Verafia’s beautiful golden flowing eyes, but she didn’t show it.
“Young Master Ig himself came at the invitation of the Church to this land of our Lord’s radiance, and I believe that the Holy Lord of the divine kingdom will also understand my disrespect. Rather, it is because of my oversight that you have wasted your waiting time.”
Bishop Patel replied with a smile, gesturing for the young man and the girls beside him to sit down, and then said, “Young Master Ig returned to Lorinc yesterday, and I presume you have met Lord Marquis? May I know if Lord Marquis is well?”
