"Your Majesty the Pope, here are last month's financial statements."
"Your Majesty, here is the expenditure list for this month."
"His Majesty the Pope, the donations from the Church of Law and Order, the Church of Fools, the Church of All Nature, and the Church of Light have arrived. After deducting daily expenses, there is still a surplus. What should be done with it?"
"His Majesty the Pope, the first batch of prosthetics customized from the Church of Steam and Machinery have been shipped. Here is the rationing list that has been initially discussed."
"His Majesty the Pope..."
...
Feneport, in the Church of the Bound in the Church of the Sufferers, Renette Tinichole was quickly processing the documents that were constantly being sent to her. Because the God of the Sufferers was off work, all the prayers were transferred.
It was in her hands, and at this time, she also needed to be responsible for various academic affairs entrustments.
Originally, Sharon was also a helper, but she ran off to who knows where during the indulgence day, and she has not come back yet. Now only she and Maric are left in the upper echelons of the Church of the Victims headquarters.
Maric still has to deal with extraordinary commissions...
"Alas..." Reinette Tinichole looked at the pile of documents getting higher and higher in front of her and the more and more voices in her mind. She finally let herself go and pulled hard on her head.
He took off the beautiful head and threw it up in the eyes of the believers who were reporting on the work. The head flew up into the air and immediately split into more than a dozen phantoms. They just hung there and looked at the headless one.
Leaning on the back of the chair to rest, everyone looked at each other for a moment -
"No wonder you can be the Pope of the Church of the Crucifixion. Everyone has their hands and feet cut off at most, but you, the old man, just cut off your head!"
Of course, no one would actually say such rude thoughts. After a brief moment of astonishment, they heard those hanging heads begin to say -
"Financial reports come to me!"
“Relief package coming to me!”
“Come to me if you have questions about prosthetics!”
"I am responsible for the internal affairs of the church..."
There is no doubt that Miss Renette Tinichole is still very busy today!
...
"Who am I talking about? Your name is Alger, right! How long will it take for us to arrive?!" On the vast sea, a ghost ship named Blue Avenger rises and falls in the sea against the waves, and a ship named Mobet
The parasite was lying on the deck chair, but in the sky over the misty sea, there was obviously no daylight to speak of.
"I don't know." Alger glanced at this guy who looked like a gangster. He couldn't imagine that this guy was once a nobleman living in the Fourth Age. However, considering that he was a descendant of an angel and an important person on this voyage,
Regarding the member’s family members, Alger still decided to sell him to save face, adding:
"We have now departed from the traditional route. In this sea area, the perception including time is chaotic, and there is also the aura pollution left by the evil god. It is difficult to judge the time specifically. If you want to know the details, ask the pilot
Member."
"I'm just afraid to ask..."
"What are you asking?" Xiatasi jumped down from the observation deck on the mast and asked Mobet, who was fishing. Mobet shrank his neck when he heard this, and he didn't know what to say for a moment.
But Xiatasi didn't tolerate him. She grabbed him by the back of his collar and said to Alger:
"Sorry, I won't let this guy bother you anymore!"
"But... I'm more concerned about why you don't fly up..." Alger looked at Xiatas, who was dragging Mobet with one hand and climbing up to the observation deck with one hand, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
"Oh, my God, you are too violent. At least you can save some face for me in front of outsiders... Then, you don't have to give me face, you can do whatever you want!" Mobet was thrown onto the observation tower by Xiatas.
He muttered depressedly, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Shatas raising her fist.
"It's so shameful. How could I have a descendant like you!" Suddenly, a somewhat old and familiar voice sounded in his mind. Mobet suddenly shivered, looked around twice, and then said in his heart.
:
"Who are you?"
"You brat, you don't even recognize me?" There was a hint of pretended anger in his voice, but beneath it, there was a voice of kindness and relief.
"Old... old man? No
, No! I understand, you are Amon, right! Let me tell you, I am a believer in the God of Paradox, and this ship is the property of Mr. Fool!"
"Amon has gone to the stars!" Pales muttered a little tiredly, why do all the remaining descendants of the Zoroastrian family have this problem?
"Who knows if you have left a clone here? Even Jacob's ancestors could be pretended to be you...it hurts!" Mobet was halfway through his words when he felt a stinging pain all over his body, and then he was stunned.
road:
"Bloodline punishment? Really... No! Maybe Amon stole the spell? No, Amon shouldn't be able to steal this bloodline spell! My old man is the angel that Mr. Fool sat down on, so he shouldn't be affected by it.
Meng stole my destiny..."
"Call me Grandpa Zu!"
"Old man, I met an idiot night watchman before. He claimed to be your apprentice. Do you know his name?"
"I said, call me grandpa!"
"So first you have to prove that you are really an old man...it hurts!"
...
In a room in an abandoned castle hidden in the woods, sunlight shined through the gaps in the heavy curtains and fell on a dark coffin.
Suddenly, the lid of the coffin made a rattling sound and slowly moved to the side.
With a bang, it fell to the ground. After a few seconds, the man with a blank expression, black hair, brown eyes, and bronze skin sat up from the coffin. After the blank expression, there was a hint of doubt:
"No...why didn't I lose my memory?"
He stretched out his hand to rub his swollen eyebrows, and found that his lost memories were now arranged in his mind in an orderly manner from near to far. It seemed that as long as he wanted to, he could transfer them according to his wishes.
Some of it is downplayed.
Mr. Azik, who had no amnesia, knew that this state was abnormal. He did not take immediate action. Instead, he twisted his neck slightly and scanned the room. Then, he was attracted by the letters scattered randomly beside the coffin lid.
His attention, among them, was one that stood out because it was different from the other letters that slipped down as the coffin was opened. It just floated in mid-air, as if urging him to open it immediately.
Azik Eggers reached out and grabbed the envelope and opened it, letting the brief text inside appear before his eyes——
"Dear Mr. Azik:"
"First of all, congratulations on waking up from your deep sleep. Please forgive me for taking the liberty of following the messenger, because I got a charm that can repair my soul from a friend."
"Now you should have got rid of the trouble of soul splitting, and you should no longer lose your memory. However, because the repair of the soul takes time, I did not wake you up immediately."
"A lot of things happened to me during this time..."
...
After reading this letter, Azik's eyes flashed with slightly complicated emotions. Then he bent down, picked up the letters one by one, read them, and then thought about them.
After reading all the letters, he let out a long sigh of relief. He seemed to want to write a letter, but stopped searching for paper and pen -
Perhaps, face-to-face conversation should be the first communication after waking up.
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