Chapter 119 Fake Guy
The nun hurried away and, after a moment, hurried back.
“The Bishop says to wait in the rear hall first.”
After speaking, she was about to lead the two to the rear hall.
But Moria said at this moment, “Miss Mephistopheles, you go with this nun first. I have some matters to attend to.”
Matters?
Li Wen raised an eyebrow, casually agreed, and left with the nun.
The rear hall not only served as a place to receive visitors but also as a venue for certain church rituals such as Mass.
Several rows of benches were arranged here, and the nun told Li Wen to sit anywhere.
Noticing that the nun did not leave after showing the way, Li Wen tried to strike up a conversation with her.
“What kind of person is Bishop Carlo?”
The nun thought for a moment and said, “Bishop Carlo is very devout to Glor. He is a respectable and beloved person. It is said that during the Fence Wood Battle, Bishop Carlo personally went to the front lines to heal the wounded and pray for the deceased.”
“I see.”
Li Wen nodded slightly.
“Do you know about Monastery His Holiness?”
The abrupt change of topic made the nun freeze. After a moment of dizziness, she reacted, “Yes, that’s Leicester’s most famous monastery. I like their vineyards, and the children at the monastery are very cute.”
“How much do you know about it?”
“Huh?” The nun didn’t understand.
Li Wen simply asked directly, “Do you know the predecessor of Monastery His Holiness, Saint Floranne Moen Abbey?”
“I don’t know…”
“Then Saint Floranne, don’t you know Saint Floranne? She was canonized by the professors.”
At this point, the nun looked like she was about to cry, regretting not leaving quickly.
Li Wen pouted and stopped teasing the nun, changing the subject: “What is the nun’s daily work? I’m quite curious.”
When it came to familiar territory, the nun finally calmed down. After a moment of silence, she slowly began, “My daily work usually involves reading scriptures, praying, listening to the petitions of believers, preaching to help people, and assisting the priests with their daily work…”
Li Wen idly chatted with the nun like this to pass the time until footsteps were heard. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw Moria slowly walking with the old bishop.
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Watching the girl’s figure disappear, Moria then left the church directly.
He walked around the crowd and came to a high wall on the side of the Gospel Cathedral. He silently completed a round of prayer until the wall in front of him parted, revealing a crack that only one person could pass through.
Moria stepped into the crack, and then the crack silently closed. It was dark inside the crack, with only a few candlesticks hanging from the towering dome above. He remained silent and offered another prayer, and the darkness before him faded like a dream, revealing the original appearance of a spacious holy see.
“Long time no see, Enoch.”
A resolute, indifferent voice sounded from behind.
Moria turned around and saw an old man with white hair, yet strong and sturdy. He wore a black and red bishop’s robe, held a red candle, his face as resolute as a mountain rock, and exuded a powerful aura.
“Long time no see, Bishop Carlo.”
Moria bowed slightly to the respectable bishop.
“There’s no need to be so formal, child. Glor gives us life not to create distance between us, but for us to be family and serve the light.”
Bishop Carlo recited a long passage in Canaan, then turned his gaze to Moria, as benevolent as looking at his own child.
“Your journey is over, or have you encountered any difficulties, child?”
“Everything is over, including Master Oles Dee’s laboratory, including all the fortunes and misfortunes within, including the Great Blood, and the remnants of the miracles created by Dee…” Moria calmly narrated his experiences in the Black Dragon Territory. “No one can trace back everything that happened back then through minor details or illusory traces.”
Bishop Carlo nodded slightly and then asked Moria, “Then, do you think what you did was right or wrong?”
The candlelight on the dome swayed slightly, and the prayers of believers could be faintly heard in the empty holy see, as if from the main hall of the Gospel Cathedral just one wall away.
Moria paused, then slowly said, “This is not something that can be summarized by right or wrong. If you must make me choose, then I think it was wrong.”
His voice was calm and firm, devoid of any other emotion.
“Not all good things need to be known by the world, and neither do evils,” Bishop Carlo’s voice echoed in the holy see for a long time. “Master Dee was willing to atone for his actions, although he had no regrets, because his research saved Thoronika, and saved countless elves, humans, dwarves, giants, and other lives. If it weren’t for the sins committed by Master Dee, more lives would have died, and this is precisely a part of the world’s operation.”
“To whom should he atone? The Church? Or the victims who died in alchemy experiments or were tortured beyond recognition?”
This was not a question, merely a casual inquiry, or at least that’s how Moria saw it.
“To everyone,” the bishop said. “But that won’t be now… at least not before the consecration, Master Dee will only suffer the torment of his own conscience, and you can’t even hold him accountable for it, because in his era, dwarves and cave dwellers were not considered intelligent races, just like goblins and brownies today.”
“So we should pretend to be ignorant, and even erase all traces of him left in the Black Dragon Territory?”
“This is precisely our job, and the Secret Church was born for this purpose.”
Moria took a deep breath. He understood that some ideas could not be changed by words alone.
“I brought back the remaining Great Blood. It is too dangerous, and it must not be allowed to fall into the wrong hands.”
After all, it was a great creation made oleh Oles Dee, an unrepeatable miracle. Whether it fell into the hands of heretics or was possessed by ordinary people, the power originating from the ancient Scale Stone race and Blood Lust faith was enough to cause unimaginable disaster.
Bishop Carlo nodded solemnly.
“Give it to me. I am about to return to Canaan. It will be sealed in the Holy of Holies, and no one will be able to approach it.”
Moria did not ask when the bishop would leave the church, nor did he say he could take it back to Canaan. He took out the mysterious and eerie ruby from his magic pocket and handed it to the bishop.
The ruby shimmered in the candlelight, deeper red than blood, more dazzling than any gem.
But when Bishop Carlo took it, it instantly turned into dust and scattered in the wind.
Both of them fell silent.
“This is impossible…”
After a long while, Bishop Carlo exclaimed, his voice trembling.
Moria reacted, “This is fake!”
Although all of this seemed incredible, he had personally killed the flesh-and-blood dragon and Jotes, and had not let go of it since he obtained it.
Moria was sure that no one could have swapped the Great Blood from his hands.
Unless… someone had gotten ahead of him and replaced the Great Blood before he could touch it.
