Set up a funeral service team in a foreign land

This was Xi Sui'an's first time attending a funeral of such high standards.

In the Holy See Church, cardinals wearing red shawls came and went. Surprisingly, their faces were not sad, but serious and deep.

Young Ingerson stood out among a group of old men.

There was no smile on his face. He just calmly received the countless guests and believers who came to attend the funeral. Ordinary people looking at him would feel a strange and pure sadness from the bottom of their hearts.

"What do you think of the sincerity of the prayers he is reciting now?" Jing Ci asked Xi Sui'an in a low voice.

Although they came on behalf of the Yinglong Guard, there were too many people coming to pay their respects to the Holy Lord's remains, and they deliberately kept a low profile, so the two of them were not very conspicuous among the crowd of thousands.

Xi Sui'an leaned against the corridor pillar with his arms folded, quietly watching this divine burial in the eyes of the secular world.

She shook her head. "I'm afraid not a cent at all."

What kind of sadness is it to express sadness through using one's abilities?

What Qingyun said about his hypocritical mourning was actually true. To him now, the Holy Lord lying in the coffin had become a thing of the past, and the past was not worth dwelling on.

Jing Ci stroked his chin, lowered his head thoughtfully, opened his phone and edited something.

She turned her head to look at the mirror and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Write a report to my envoy."

Jing Ci didn't even raise his head.

Xi Sui'an sighed leisurely, saying that since Jing Ci was both civil and military, it was not unreasonable for him to become the deputy of Yinglongwei Envoy.

"Xi Sui'an!"

A tall, brown-haired young man came over and whispered.

She looked in the direction of the sound and raised her eyebrows: Here it comes.

"It's you. Are you done with your work?" Xi Sui'an greeted him.

Hearing this, A Luo scratched the back of his head and sighed deeply: "Just taking a break. I still have a lot to do. I really want to go back to the academy and hide away in peace and quiet."

Xi Sui'an really wanted to laugh: Since your boss is in power, shouldn't you also get a promotion and a raise? What is there to complain about?

She sighed and consoled him, "This is the most critical stage for the Holy Court. There's no room for quiet. We need to do our best."

A Luo looked at Xi Sui'an and said, "That's right. It's been a long time since we last met. Before I came back, I heard from Chief Yan that you did a lot of work at the Alchemy Fair. You're really amazing."

"Bad news travels a thousand miles." Xi Sui'an shrugged, his expression helpless. "I have a huge grudge against the Eternal Vow. Look, even Carlisle Nolan is determined to kill me at the Holy See, no matter the cost."

"Fortunately, your Lord Ingerson is here." She said sincerely.

A Luo opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, and finally whispered, "You summoned Qingyun, right?"

Xi Sui settled himself down. Is the Holy Tribunal investigating what happened that night?

She didn't completely reject it: "Partners, after all, our relationship with Eternal Oath is not very good, and we are all looking for Zhong Heng's whereabouts."

A Luo was silent for a while, then whispered to Xi Sui'an, "His Majesty would like to invite you to meet him alone."

Xi Sui'an raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced from a distance at Ingerson, who remained unmoved in the spotlight. The other party's gaze seemed to pass by here unintentionally, and he nodded slightly in a not-so-conspicuous manner.

Jing Ci raised his head and glared at A Luo in dissatisfaction: "Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean? Invite her but not me?"

A Luo paused, looked at Jing Ci sideways for a few seconds, and showed his standard eight teeth: "Then would you like to go to the judges' meeting for a meal with me?"

"..."

Xi Sui'an smiled, patted Jing Ci's shoulder, and whispered, "It's okay, it just so happens that I'm also very interested in him."

Jing Ci thought for a moment, knowing that Xi Sui'an had his own plan in mind, so he said nothing more: "Be careful. Yinglong Guard will take care of everything."

Xi Sui'an felt a little warm in her heart. Was this telling her that Yinglongwei would support her?

She patted Jingci's shoulder again, turned around and followed A Luo out of the church.

Coming to the temple during the day, this magnificent palace gave her a different feeling.

Sunlight shines into the room through the colorful windows, making the murals on the walls more vivid, and even the sculptures seem to come alive, showing a more lively beauty.

"We're here. Go in. Don't worry, His Majesty is a very good person and won't do anything to you." A Luo pushed open an ancient wooden door and turned back to whisper to Xi Sui'an, "Even if that night really had something to do with you, His Majesty won't hold it against you."

Thank you so much.

Xi Sui'an raised the corner of his mouth and said nothing.

A Luo led her to a spacious studio, then simply left. It was unknown whether he was going to have dinner with Jing Ci.

She stood alone in the studio, a unique meeting room surrounded by colorful murals, even the ceiling was a portrait that looked like a portrait of the Creator.

The tide on her shoulders pulled her hair out and admired the paintings with her.

"What story do these paintings seem to be telling?" Chao Xi asked in confusion.

Xi Sui'an gazed at the numerous murals in the room, pondering Ingerson's intentions. "The ones below are probably portraits of the Holy Lords of the Holy Church. As for the murals on the top, they probably tell the story of the gods choosing humans to save them."

She didn't know whether the believers of the Holy Church believed it or not, but she knew that His Majesty Ingerson probably didn't believe it.

There was a gentle applause behind him, and a soft, smiling voice said approvingly, "Not bad, that's quite right."

Xi Sui'an turned around and looked at Ingerson, who walked in calmly and leisurely. "These are all well-known stories."

Ingerson looked at the mural with his hands behind his back, his eyes darkening.

"Yes, it's a well-known story."

"I wonder what Your Majesty wants to talk to me about? You should be busy with the funeral arrangements for the Holy Lord and the subsequent meetings at this time." Xi Sui'an asked calmly.

Ingerson sneered: "What's there to be busy about? I'm just putting on an act for others to see."

His eyes were clear, like the bright sun and clear sky outside the window, and his tone when talking about the Holy Lord was as if he was talking about the weather.

"There's actually nothing about him that I dislike. He taught me, and you could say I grew up under his watch. Unfortunately, our philosophies ultimately diverged, and he embarked on a path that I despise the most."

"Why would you be a god's dog if you can't just be a good person?"

Xi Suian was stunned.

Ingerson pointed at the mural and said with a faint smile, "Look, this is Saint Sylvester. He is an outstanding magician who was once famous in foreign lands.

"This is Saint Enoch. He was once a merchant who roamed the Lost Sea and even fought against Qingyun."

Xi Sui'an looked at the man with the Mediterranean Sea above his head on the mural with a subtle expression. Isn't that... a pirate?

"This is the holy Lord Aeneas, who was once the poet laureate of the court in the secular world. He wrote beautiful love poems and performed joyful comedies."

"This Saint John is an alchemist, but his skills are very poor. So poor that I guess your academy's alchemy department doesn't even bother to mention him."

Ingerson said, his smile growing wider. "And there's this Saint Lord Julián. He was once an alchemist and healed many people. It's a pity that he died in the end."

Xi Sui'an looked at them one by one as he introduced them in detail, and his expression gradually changed from confusion to understanding.

Although these previous saints were branded as believers in gods, they all had the most vivid background as human beings.

It can be seen that Ingerson admires them very much, regardless of whether these saints are good or bad.

Xi Sui'an tilted his head to look at him. "So, Your Majesty Ingerson, what about you? What kind of Holy Lord do you want to be?"

Ingerson's smile grew more cheerful, his eyes like golden fragments shimmering on the surface of a lake.

"King Arthur once swore an oath to the lake spirit: 'By the sword of sworn victory, I will sever the strife of this era, I will carve the road to the future, and I will give you eternal freedom.'"

“He didn’t do it.”

"But, I can."

Xi Sui'an stood there in a daze.

He looked at Xi Sui'an and said with a smile, "Although I really want to ask you why you can destroy the godhead, but more than that, I want to ask you, if the Creator resurrects, do you have the courage to completely wipe it out?"

Xi Sui'an took a deep breath.

The Creator is resurrected? No way?!

Could it be that the previous Holy Lord did this secretly? !

This isn't the way to seek death! Is this good for the Holy See?!

Xi Sui'an couldn't believe it and felt that the death of the Holy Lord in the coffin was not unjust.

The first generation of gods...

"I have."

Xi Sui'an slowly raised his eyes and met his clear golden eyes.