At dawn in the morning, the sun shines.

Bathed in the morning sun, the Dawn Hall shines brightly. From a distance, it looks like the brightest gem in Abbe's crown.

At this time, in the overlapping mirror dimension of the main hall, Pope Dawn was sitting under the confessional mural, listening to the report of the demigod Bessemer.

"The pleasure slave brought back by Patriarch Byron has been basically interrogated and it is clear that she is indeed the pleasure slave of Slaanesh envoy Zekariah."

Bessemer's demigod's report seems to be nonsense.

But Pope Dawn, who has experienced too many deceptions, knows what this sentence definitely means?

"The Slaanesh envoy actually controls the location of our envoy. This matter should not be underestimated!"

"The Pope is worried that the Slaanesh heresy has infiltrated into our caravan?"

"This is a fact. What's there to worry about? Even if the heretics of Slaanesh don't seduce those money-minded businessmen, they will still fall under Slaanesh's skirts."

Pope Dawn's tone was casual, but his eyes became colder.

Slaanesh, no, even other heretics infiltrated into the caravans, and even into the powerful class, he didn't care, it was just ringworm and scabies!

As long as the purity of the shepherd dog can be ensured, that is enough.

But what made him uneasy was that the members selected for the mission were not ordinary people. Almost all of them had been strictly screened.

The armored ship also stores special items belonging to gods. Without internal guidance, even gods would have a hard time finding this armored ship on the vast sea.

But the other party not only found it, but also accurately found the captain's cabin.

This matter is worth pondering.

Is this an internal problem?

Or has the Slaanesh Order, after so many years of recuperation, grown so powerful that it dares to defy the Dawn Cult?

"Is the Slaanesh envoy Zekariah dead? Or is he missing?"

With his thoughts flickering, Pope Dawn changed the topic.

"I'm afraid he's missing!"

"oh?"

"I haven't found any dead information about Zekariah. I think he should be hidden by Slaanesh and focused on training, just like Patriarch Byron."

"Maybe it was too clean a death?"

"This..." Demigod Bessemer hesitated for a moment, then asked: "If he really died, who would have done it? Whose hands and feet can be so clean?"

Pope Dawn fell into silence, and after a long time he changed the topic:

"How is Demigod Nedha doing?" (Chapter 94)

"It's not very clear. His behavior has deviated from Dawn's teachings. I, I'm a little worried."

"Worried about him losing control? Or worried about his high position characteristics?"

Pope Dawn suddenly opened his eyes, and his cloudy eyes seemed to be emitting substantial rays, making Bessimo's half-conscious expression freeze.

He pondered for a moment and said, "Both."

"Let Debna take over your duties and I'll send her a message."

"yes!"

"How's your demigod ritual going?"

"It has reached a stagnation!" Bessemer couldn't help but add: "It's just a matter of time."

"Then let Prince Luke succeed to the throne!"

Pope Dawn said casually, with a relaxed tone, as if he was just arranging a trivial matter.

The demigod Bessimo suddenly raised his head and looked at Pope Dawn, his pupils dilated.

His extraordinary ritual of demigods has changed the rules of society that have been in operation for thousands of years. The higher the recognition of the rules, the higher the degree of completion of the ritual.

Bessemer has subtly changed many of Harrington's rules, but the progress of integrating his extraordinary characteristics has always been very slow.

Even at the last moment, it came to a standstill.

He knew that the rules he changed, or the weight of the rules, were still too few and too light.

He had to change a rule that would shock the entire society, and breaking Harrington's "primogeniture system" was his last trump card!

But this trump card is no longer something he can decide, even if he has been secretly supporting Prince Luke, he has formed an absolute advantage in the world.

But if the Pope doesn’t nod, everything is false.

Now the Pope finally nodded.

The right hand of God, the angelic position, has beckoned to him.

The extreme excitement made Bessemer extremely spiritually active. He seemed to see flowers, harps, fountains, little angels, and all kinds of auspiciousness blooming around him.

But he didn't see the complexity in the eyes of the Pope.

Is the position of angel really that easy to enter?

When Bessemer takes the seventh share of extraordinary characteristics, it will probably be the day when the church reclaims the high-level characteristics.

However, even so, the church is still willing to support Prince Luke and assist Bessemer's extraordinary rituals.

This is to win people’s hearts;

It’s also a one in 10,000 chance of winning.

——If the church can give birth to angels again, the benefits will be self-evident.

"Bo!"

The appearance of a messenger ghost interrupted Bessemer's excitement and the thoughts of Pope Dawn.

Pope Mingming reached out to take it, briefly inspected the paint, then opened the envelope, took out the letter and read it.

As his gaze swept across, his eyebrows subconsciously raised.

He raised his eyes and asked: "If I remember correctly, there was a priest named Morris from Tennyson Mission District. He seemed to be following the path of the Dream System!"

Bessie Mo nodded: "There is indeed such a person!"

"It seems that for his fifth extraordinary characteristic, he chose a master of divination, right?"

"Yes, the fusion was completed that day, and he later died at the hands of heretics." Bessemer answered fluently, and asked curiously: "Why did the Pope remember him?"

Pope Dawn handed over the letter in his hand.

Bessimo took it curiously, glanced at it, and his expression suddenly became surprised: "A dream within a dream?"

"How credible do you think it is?"

"It's hard to say, even the same extraordinary characteristics will show subtle differences under different extraordinary rituals. Arthurs can see the outer god Gherroth, and he must have borrowed his power, so it may not be impossible to construct a

A dream within a dream.”

Bessie Mo said in a deep voice, but a trace of curiosity flashed deep in his eyes.

Arthurs can see the outer god Gherroth. Could it be that he possesses occult knowledge that only Gherroth knows?

"Invite Arthurs to witness Luke's succession ceremony, so he can give you a divination."

"It involves an angel, and I'm afraid the price will be high!"

Bessie Mo said this, but actually his heart moved.

Arthurs, who can draw on the power of the outer god Gherroth, must have a very clear divination of the future. If he can obtain his divination, it will undoubtedly increase his probability of success in promotion.

"So you have to prepare gifts." The Pope suggested.

Bessimo looked thoughtful.

"Go and do your work. May the Lord look after you!"

"Your Holiness..." Bessimo looked hesitant: "How to deal with Valentina?"

"The church can tolerate a foreign race with black hair and black eyes, as well as this beautiful canary. Keep it. The Kingdom of Harrington cannot be in chaos."

"Yes, I understand!"

Besimo lowered his eyebrows and nodded, but his heart suddenly felt cold.

——It’s nice to say it, but I’m afraid it’s just a backup, right?

——If I fail to be promoted, I will directly depose Prince Luke and support Valentina to ascend the throne.

As for why the church does this?

It's very simple, provide an extraordinary ritual environment for the next owner of his high-level characteristics.
Chapter completed!