Firefly Journey

A bright arc hangs in the sky, and a cold wind blows, bringing a chill.

"High Priest, a letter has arrived from the Holy See..."

A middle-aged man dressed in sturdy armor spoke respectfully, holding a rolled-up secret letter in his hand.

Generally, the Vatican headquarters uses winged magical beasts to contact believers scattered throughout the country. These beasts have unique and very conspicuous markings, and unless they are tired of living, no one dares to intercept them.

In case of emergency, the Winged Beasts are too slow, and the Holy See has its own methods of communication, such as using sound or light.

"Read it aloud."

"Frenzy" Matthew looked tired and rubbed his temples.

“Yes.” One of the nine archbishops, “Silent” Erwin, respectfully read the contents of the letter.

If it's urgent information, it won't be delivered by letter; Matthew isn't in a hurry.

The content was very simple, roughly about the specifics of Lin Yuanran's succession, the bylaws, and which forces were involved, etc.

The letter ended with an invitation. If Matthew isn't too busy, he could go back for a visit. After all, for such a momentous event as the papacy, it's best if all the high priests and archbishops are present.

A few years ago, the Duchy held an academy competition, and Matthew went back once. Logically speaking, the ceremony for the Pope's succession is much more grand than an academy competition, so he should have gone back.

But things are different now. Back then, the abyss was quite safe, and even if he left, it wouldn't be a big problem. But things are different now.

The monsters in the abyss were restless and at risk of breaking out of their prison at any moment, but even ordinary monster uprisings could not move this high priest of conquest.

That's what he's worried about.

The reason why the demon race is so powerful is not only because they have physical strength and magical talent that far surpass all other races, but more importantly, because there are countless strong individuals among them.

Those powerful beings are called "Demon Kings".

Under the leadership of the seven ancestral gods, all races fought against the demons, sealing and slaying one demon king after another.

The demon race was driven to the abyss as a result of discussions between the ancestral gods and the demons.

The last great demon lord among the monsters, the dreadlord Aheclotes, led his people to be imprisoned forever in the abyss.

It was called imprisonment, but in reality it was just a non-aggression pact. Ten thousand years have passed, the ancestral god has fallen, but Ahercrotes is still alive. If he were to take action, would it trigger a new round of disaster?

Even though Ahercrotes has been extremely well-behaved for thousands of years, the Holy See, bearing the mission of maintaining the stability of the continent, dared not be negligent in the slightest and has been secretly observing his movements.

Recently, he has been very active.

At this critical moment, Matthew could not leave no matter what. Not only could he not leave, but he also had to explain the situation to the Vatican and request additional reinforcements for the Abyss.

After listening to Erwin read it aloud, Matthew picked up the letter again and glanced at it briefly before falling into deep thought.

A few minutes later, he picked up a pen and paper and began to write furiously.

“Return this to Ilha, and also inform the sentries to keep a close watch on Ahecrotes’ actions.”

"Silence," Erwin obeyed and left.

The aged high priest looked into the abyss, where darkness reigned and it seemed like an endless chaos.

Why choose a time like this?

……

……

"Is this your newly developed rotor?"

Lumer walked into Wendy's lab, picked up a piece of iron, and said...

“Yes, teacher.” Wendy said with pride, “My mechanical assistant malfunctioned a while ago, and the problem was found to be with the propeller. So I thought I’d try to optimize it.”

"Well done! Your talent in alchemy is truly exceptional, surpassing even your teacher. I can only look up to you in awe!"

Wendy smiled. "Teacher, you're too kind. In any case, I'm still your student."

Lumer's eyes were full of affection. He was somewhat relieved that he had brought Wendy out of the town, otherwise "Mechanical Wings" would have been missing a talent.

"The president wants you to go there." This was Lu Mo's real purpose in coming.

"The president?" Wendy frowned slightly. The president held such a prestigious position. She had met him a few times, but always with a group. What did this mean...?

She didn't think she had any special talents.

“Don’t hesitate, you’ll find out when you get there. I don’t know the specifics either,” Lu Mo said.

"I understand, teacher. I'll go right away."

Wendy removed her experimental equipment, said goodbye to Lumer, and walked towards the upper floors of the Nomis Laboratory with a puzzled expression.

……

"President, you wanted to see me?"

Wendy knocked on the door.

The president isn't hard to find; his office is on the top floor of the Nomis Laboratory, but no one comes up there easily.

"Come in."

Hearing this permission, Wendy was even more puzzled. The president, Dawn Taylor, was a middle-aged man, but his voice didn't sound so old. What was going on?

Amidst all the speculation, Wendy pushed open the door and entered.

The person standing in the president's office was indeed not Dawn Taylor, but an elderly man with a mechanical arm.

“We’ve met before,” the old man said.

Wendy thought for a moment and immediately found the person in her memory. The two had met once, but the other party had not revealed his identity.

The old man's identity is now becoming increasingly clear.

Wendy was a little excited, wanting to ask but not daring to.

Remington spoke up, "I know what you want to say. Hello, little friend, I'm Remington, Dawn Taylor's teacher."

“I…I have met the Ancestral God!” Wendy said, almost trembling.

Remington waved his hand: "Relax, kid. I didn't call you here to hear nice words."

"Um...please let me know if you need anything."

Remington cut to the chase: "The new Pope of the Holy See is about to take office, and all the major powers will be sending envoys there. I think it would be more appropriate for you to go."

"Me?" Wendy felt that things were a bit surreal.

She is indeed a rising star in the church, but she is still relatively inexperienced. How could she possibly be the one to take on such an important diplomatic role?

"The new pope is an old acquaintance of yours, so it would be more appropriate for you to go."

An old acquaintance?

"Who is he?" Wendy asked quickly.

Remington thought of the two despicable people from his hometown and said with a pursed lip, "Ario Morris."

Upon hearing this, Wendy was even more shocked!

She thought she would never hear that name again.

Since returning home, Lin Yuanran has naturally lost contact with his friends. After returning to the mainland, although he actively tried to contact them again, Chernobog is far away and his first letter to Wendy has yet to arrive; Wendy is currently completely unaware of it.

Seeing Wendy stunned, Remington said, "That kid has the favor of Death, he's got connections. You just need to go through the motions, don't give him too much face, otherwise people will think we're afraid of the Church of Light."

Wendy quickly agreed, but she still seemed dazed.

Remington, having been through it all, couldn't help but say, "Young man, since you've decided to dedicate your life to science, then don't hesitate."

Life is like science: what can be explored awaits your discovery, while what has already been discovered certainly doesn't belong to you.