I'm not a sister complex!

But after it finished speaking, it realized that something was wrong. It was a well-known axiom in the mysterious world that for a low-sequence being to spy on a high-sequence being was an act of seeking death.

As for that child, no matter whether he is the Son of God or the Son of God, his bloodline is undoubtedly of an absolutely high-level existence.

In other words, the fog blocked their prying eyes and actually protected them???

Thinking of this, Suolito could not help but exclaim:

"As expected of a god known for his kindness and goodness in legends."

Anthony obviously thought of this, but he still had to confirm the final result himself.

Because the premise of all this is based on whether the other party is truly of elven blood.

If the other party is truly of elven blood, even if he is not the Son of God, the church will treat him as the Son of God.

The reason is simple. Since there is a mist arranged by the gods on his body, it means that he is being watched by the gods.

In this case, even if he is just the blood of an ordinary elf, he is still a son of God.

Perhaps, this is a sign of the elves' return to the Croatian continent, or perhaps it is an opportunity for the church and the elves to establish a relationship and form an alliance.

Anthony collected his thoughts and calmed himself down. He was actually a little nervous about the meeting that was about to take place.

As a noble being, he actually felt a little nervous. How many years had it been since he had felt this way?

Maybe he was too excited. If the other party was really an elf and was really being watched by that person, then history would open a new chapter in his hands on this day, at this point.

Just at this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, followed by Dean Cuomo's report:

"Your Excellency the Archbishop, His Highness Eros Lenka North is here."

After a long breath, Anthony regained his usual calmness and spoke in a calm and natural tone:

"Invite him in!"

The door of the conference room slowly opened, and Eros, dressed in a formal suit, took a deep breath and stepped into the conference room.

As long as he passes today, he will completely gain the trust of the church, and his family will be safer than ever before.

After all, what the church wants to catch are the remnants of the Night. What does it have to do with the heirs of their elven bloodline?

After he came in, the door of the conference room closed again, and only two people and one spirit were left in the room.

He had met that spirit once before, which meant that the person sitting at the head of the long table was the Cardinal Archbishop of the Church of the Reincarnation in Intiles, His Excellency Anthony the Exalted?

Feeling the gazes of both the man and the spirit of the weapon, Eros felt somewhat nervous.

Fortunately, the passive skill of the Lord of Secrets gave him confidence, so he was only a little nervous and then calmed down.

Eros took a few steps forward and prepared to salute the cardinal, but just as he was about to move, he was shocked to find that he could not move.

This discovery made his pupils shrink, and a thought quickly arose in his mind: Could it be that his identity as a member of the Dark Night Clan was exposed?

But he quickly denied his guess, because if he was exposed, there was no way he could stay there safely.

So what was going on? His eyes subconsciously turned to the noble man at the top of the long table.

Then he discovered that the Cardinal's eyes had turned red gold, and his gaze was fixed on him, as if he wanted to see through him completely.

With just one glance, Anthony was sure that the child in front of him was indeed of elven descent.

His eyes traced along the long river of blood, and soon he saw the fog that Osito mentioned in the weapon spirit's mouth.

Sure enough, the power was very similar to the lost fog on the sea. He took a deep breath and began to silently recite a prayer in his heart:

"Lord of the ancient underworld, controller of the river of reincarnation, you are the salvation of the living, the destination of the dead, and the peace of billions of souls. I - Anthony Turan begs for your protection and your attention."

After finishing reading, he ignored the warning of his own spiritual intuition and looked directly into the fog, but there was still fog behind the fog.

Then the next moment, his sight was directly cut off by a powerful force.

Golden blood flowed down Anthony's eye sockets, but he prayed in a low voice as if he didn't notice:

"Thank the merciful Lord! Praise the merciful Lord!"

Just now, the god he believed in sent down a trace of divine power to cut off his gaze.

Otherwise, his gaze would most likely follow the connection of the fog and face the twisted and indescribable existence in the deep sea.

Although he would not die if he faced that person directly with his status, who knows if that person would follow the direction of his gaze and go directly into his mind to take a look.

With his current status, he was unable to bear the incarnation of that person, so when he was preparing to determine the source of the fog, he prayed to the gods in advance and asked for their attention.

Now he could confirm that the fog located upstream of Eros's bloodline was indeed of the same origin as the fog of loss that shrouded the sea.

I just don't know whether it was set up by the new god of the elves, or by some more powerful being.

Of these two speculations, he was more inclined to the latter, because it seemed that no one had successfully lifted the throne of God in the past few thousand years.

If a new god was born, their god would definitely send down an oracle, but the nine major churches did not receive any similar oracle, which indirectly provided strong evidence for his previous judgment.

Eros was dazed as he looked at the Cardinal whose eyes were bleeding golden blood, not understanding what was going on.

He didn't dare ask Barbara now, for fear that the noble person in front of him might notice something, which would then be troublesome.

However, he himself had some vague guesses. There was no doubt that the Cardinal was spying on him in some way, and then...did he fail?

But I am only Sequence 7. If he fails to spy on me, I won't get hurt, right? Could it be because of my specialness? Or is there something I don't understand?

Just as speculations continued to emerge in his mind, Anthony, who was sitting at the top, spoke in a gentle and calm voice:

"Your bloodline is equally noble, so you don't have to salute me."

Bloodline? Eros thought to himself. He was just looking at his bloodline, and his bloodline was given by the god of the elves. In other words, he might have seen the god of the elves? And suffered backlash because of that? This made sense.

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Eros showed a hint of surprise on his face and asked:

"My Lord, are you referring to my elven bloodline?"

Anthony nodded with a smile: "After my confirmation, you are undoubtedly a son of God, not a saint."

"Your family is a devout believer of my Lord, and you will become the Son of God of my religion."

"I'm sorry, for some reason, we can't publicly reveal your identity as the Son of God. We can only publicize that you are just the heir of ordinary elf blood."

"But don't worry, the church will give you and your family enough compensation."

"Let's end this meeting here! Remember, don't tell anyone about the conversation just now. Okay, you can leave now."

Eros was a little confused. Is this the end? Why did he feel so confused? But it was okay. After all, the more you talk, the more mistakes you make. It was best not to say anything.