Set up a funeral service team in a foreign land

The human world.

Xi Sui'anmao was sitting in the corner of the milk tea shop, drinking a cup of milk tea bit by bit, wondering when Carlisle Nolan would come and cause trouble.

Just as I was thinking about it, someone suddenly sat down next to me, and the corners of his clothes were still stained with the coolness of melted snow.

Xi Sui'an tilted his head slightly, looked at the newcomer, and pushed another cup of milk tea on the table over to him: "You came really quickly, here."

It takes less than an hour to get from City B to City H, which is faster than the high-speed rail. With such efficiency, he is worthy of being the strongest worker in Yinglongwei.

Jing Ci wiped his face and was very touched. She actually remembered to order a drink for him! What a warm-hearted girl!

He took a few gulps, then complained, "It's really enough! Can't they even build a teleportation array? I wasted two teleportation scrolls running over here, and the landing point is still not accurate. The stability is really poor!"

Xi Sui'an thought for a moment and consoled him, "It's indeed not possible."

The teleportation array requires a large amount of alchemical materials. The longer the distance, the larger the teleportation array and the greater the source consumption. Considering the number of meteorites, the teleportation scroll is more economical and requires less materials. As long as the alchemist's skills are strong enough, it will be fine.

Jing Ci continued to sigh.

"Since you are here, let's take over..."

"Oh, no hurry, no hurry." Jing Ci quickly interrupted her and whispered, "Are you interested in going to the Western Continent with me?"

Xi Suian was stunned. Western Continent?

Jing Ci's smile had an indescribable meaning: "If a good show is to be staged, how can it be without an audience?"

Xi Sui'an looked strange for a moment. He said he was going to watch a show, but why did it sound like they were going to cause trouble?

But...it suits her just fine.

"Okay, let's go!" She stood up decisively.

Jing Ci took a deep sip of warm milk tea and followed him out: "Okay, I'll tell you about the situation on the way."

Only when he set foot on the land of the Western Continent did Xi Sui'an understand what he was trying to do.

"The Sword of Promised Victory is to be given to the Holy Church. Did Envoy Meng privately sign a cooperation agreement with the archbishop?"

Xi Sui'an was surprised. "The Holy Lord's time is up, and the election for a new Holy Lord has begun. Does Envoy Meng favor Archbishop Ingerson?"

This is secretly interfering in the Holy Church. Envoy Meng is really capable.

"Yes."

Jing Ci stretched lazily and looked up at the gloomy sky. "Archbishop Ingerson has a clean record, handles things clearly, and is highly praised. He has helped the Holy Lord handle many matters and is deeply trusted by the Holy Lord. He also controls part of the Judicial Group's power, so he is a very good partner."

Xi Sui'an frowned: "It sounds like he is a smart, low-key, ambitious and capable person." Aren't you afraid of being bitten back by cooperating with such a person?

Jing Ci glanced at her, understanding what she meant. He spread his hands and sighed, "There's nothing we can do about it. It's not appropriate to push a fool into power at this time. You also said that Archbishop Ingerson is ambitious and smart. During this special period, we are not afraid of such a person to take charge."

Xi Sui'an nodded thoughtfully. Was Meng Fuyi making this decision out of fear of any changes in the situation?

"Let's go, let's go to the Cathedral of the Holy See first and put our things in our pockets."

Jing Ci yawned, not caring at all about the precious Sword of Promised Victory, and had no intention of touching it at all.

Xi Sui'an was not familiar with the Western Continent, so she chose to follow Jing Ci. The other party took her around several streets and finally took her to a subway line with ease.

"..." She opened her mouth, pondered for a long time, and finally uttered, "How come you are so familiar with the Holy Church's territory?"

Jing Ci brushed off his sleeves and said calmly, "You've read over ten thousand analytical reports and various records on the Holy Court."

How miserable.

Xi Sui'an's sympathetic gaze swept across Jing Ci's still thick hair.

They were like ordinary tourists, following the bustling crowd into the sacred square of the Vatican.

A stone tablet, which has been tolerated by time and has never been worn out, stands in the center of the square. Fountains on both sides gush out cool water. Towering stone pillars are densely distributed around the square, and a colonnade stretches from south to north. Looking in this direction, you can see the magnificent elliptical dome of the cathedral.

"Do you think the creator they believe in is still alive?" Xi Sui'an looked up, squinted his eyes as the sunlight broke through the clouds, and asked the system silently in his heart.

She found no trace of the god worshipped by the Holy Court in the foreign land, nor did she find any trace of him in the human world, except for the Holy Court's followers, whose nature was similar to that of the Xuanmen.

The system hesitated for a moment before replying, "It no longer exists. The Creator's godhead was long ago stripped and divided."

"That's right," Tide interrupted, "the original gods of creation have all fallen long ago."

Xi Sui'an raised his eyebrows. Divide? It's really an interesting word.

The godhead is indestructible, so the power of the godhead is divided and devoured?

There was more than one creator god, and their fall seemed to have triggered the subsequent chaotic battles among gods in the Age of the Fall of Gods, and then the Age of Strife...

Where can I get more information about the ancient gods?

She pondered for a moment, and suddenly remembered the invitation letter that the Holy Cemetery had given her through Daniel.

The other party would not invite her for no reason. Perhaps she could visit the Holy Cemetery again when she returned to the foreign land.

"What are you thinking about? We're here."

Jing Ci patted her shoulder to interrupt her thoughts. She looked up at the magnificent church in front of her. Exquisite sculptures were displayed on the side, and the golden vines on the bronze canopy that was dozens of people tall shone with charming colors.

Deeper inside, the golden throne is imposing, luxurious and majestic.

Jing Ci pulled her to find a chair to sit down.

Xi Sui'an stared at the throne and whispered, "The power of the Origin of Light is very strong. That throne must be at least a legendary weapon."

Jing Ci shook his head and whispered, "That's a pseudo-god-level item, but it's not a weapon. It's an origin 'battery'."

A battery? She instantly understood its purpose. This throne could store power for the user.

But I saw a man wearing a hat and a mask walking over. He had a pair of clear light golden eyes, the same color as the few strands of hair showing under the hat.

"Really? My secrets are about to be exposed by you Yinglong Guards."

Well, the voice is also very soft.

When Xi Sui'an looked into the other person's eyes, for a moment he felt his heart become clear and transparent.

Jing Ci smiled calmly and said, "No, this throne is placed here for people to see."

The other party curved his eyes and said, "I've heard that Yinglongwei has produced a very outstanding young man. Now I see that he is indeed young and promising."

Jing Ci smiled modestly. "Nothing compares to Archbishop Ingerson, who is about to become the youngest Holy Lord of the Holy Church. That's why our Envoy Meng has sent us a gift to congratulate him."

A smile flickered in Ingerson's pale golden eyes. He glanced at Xi Sui'an and said with a smile, "You two must be tired after coming so far. Let's enjoy a nice afternoon tea first."

Xi Sui'an looked at him calmly. Is this the Archbishop Ingerson?

The blond man led them out of the church, through the corridor, and into a hotel restaurant.

The restaurant was quiet and empty, and the butler in black robes silently served them tea and meals.

Xi Sui'an decided to eat and drink quietly, letting Jing Ci handle the situation. Unexpectedly, Archbishop Ingerson took off his hat and mask, cast his gaze towards Xi Sui'an, and said gently, "You are Xi Sui'an, right?"

She looked over and was slightly startled. His golden hair fell like a waterfall, his face was handsome and gentle, and his pair of light golden eyes always contained a warm smile.

What a pleasant-looking archbishop! All my worries seem to disappear when I see him.

Her heart tightened when she heard this. How did this person know her name?

Archbishop Ingerson took a sip of his tea and smiled, "I've heard my son A'Luo mention you before, and now that I see you, I envy the Yinglong Guards. They are truly filled with talented people."

A Luo...the A Luo who was exchanged to the academy and belonged to the Holy Tribunal?

Xi Sui'an's eyes moved slightly, but his expression remained unchanged: "It's an honor for me to be remembered by Bishop Ingerson. It's a pity that the schedule is so tight, and A Luo must be busy too, otherwise we could chat with each other as classmates."

During this period, Arlo should have returned to the referee panel, and it seems that Ingerson is consolidating his power.

"There will be time." Archbishop Ingerson smiled gently. "Besides, I also want to talk to you, who is rumored to be able to destroy the godhead."