Chapter 442 (1/2)

Chapter 442: The Approval of God

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As he walked down the stairs to the bottom of the church, Tayfun felt an inexplicable chill.

In the eerily quiet church basement was the core secret of the church—the Hermes’ underground castle.

It was the first time for him to come to this place.

“His Holiness Mayne really wanted to meet me here?” According to the convention, only the archbishop who was in line as the Pope was allowed into the Secret Area, but he was too old to be Mayne’s successor.

“You’ve served the church for so many years and have worked together with His Holiness, so he trusts you deeply,” Isabella said with a smile. “Also, past rules don’t apply to war-times like these, and God’s will shouldn’t be hidden underground but used to guide the lost believers and lead us to face our final challenge.”

“Is this… His Holiness’s idea?”

“That’s right,” she said gently.

When they entered the Secret Area, they were greeted by two Judgement Warriors. “Milord Bishop, His Holiness is currently testing Magic Stones, so if you are carrying a God’s Stone of Retaliation, please give it to me for now—it might affect the stones’ magic power.”

Tayfun nodded and handed a string of stones to the Judgement Warrior.

“His Holiness is right here, please follow me.”

Isabella turned into a long passageway and pushed open the metal door at the end. Following the screech of the hinges, Tayfun saw another masked Pure Witch. She blocked the doorway like a ghost, her white skin peeking through the black silk covering her body, and she wore nothing else besides this chiffon. The most striking thing about the witch was her dull gray eyes that were different from those of ordinary people. They seemed to have whirlpools inside them that sucked him in if he looked for too long.

Tayfun subconsciously lowered his head.

It was only then that he noticed that she was barefoot and her toes were covered with flecks of red.

The archbishop recalled Isabella’s sentence that “witches are completely different from regular women.”

Damn it; are all these witches demon spirits?

Those delicate feet soon moved out of the way, and Tayfun heard Isabella’s voice. “Milord?”

“Ahem.” Tayfun broke out of his thoughts and walked into the room.

The room was not big, and even though the rosin torches on the walls were burning brightly, they didn’t give off their usual sweet smell.

Four Pure Witches sat around a stone table and were fiddling with a clear stone, while the incumbent Pope, His Holiness Mayne, stood by the table.

Tayfun was about to kneel in respect, when Mayne grasped his arm and stopped him.

“There aren’t any outsiders here, so there’s no use for all this red tape.” He smiled. “We go way back, Milord Tayfun.”