The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing Chapter 163 - 155: The Bishops: His Excellency Merlin Has Wo

What angered rlin was that the Angel actually judged An Su’s soul to be more handso than his own!

Damn it.

The God of Law rlin had never suffered such a preposterous humiliation.

It wasn’t that he was narcissistic; rlin considered himself not narcissistic, but rather more honest.

So far, he had not encountered anyone better looking than himself.

If soone insulted his magic level, the God of Law would just laugh it off, but insulting his soul was sothing he couldn’t tolerate.

There was sothing fishy about this.

He even had the impulse to reopen Heaven’s Gate for An Su, letting him summon the Angel back again.

Everyone would have a fair and just rematch.

But then, thinking of the hard-won beautiful hair he had managed to keep, His Excellency rlin forcefully suppressed that thought.

An Su slowly exhaled, recovering from that overwhelming weakness; his gaze fixated on rlin, pupils suddenly constricting, heart tightening, wanting to say sothing.

But how powerful was the God of Law’s silencing magic,

An Su opened his mouth, but no sound could co out, only sowhat frantic ’woo woo’ noises could be heard as he extended a finger, pointing at His Excellency rlin.

"I know you have a lot of questions, don’t rush,"

Seeing An Su in such an awkward state, rlin was quite pleased.

It was a sense of vengeance fulfilled.

"Like the Guardian Angel, whether Heaven really exists, what lies behind Heaven’s Gate, why the Esoteric Religion and the Orthodox Church are vying for this world..."

rlin said cheerfully, enjoying the expressions on An Su’s face, "but I am not planning to tell you."

"Woo... woo," An Su still uttered woozily.

rlin had no intention of lifting An Su’s silence.

Lest this naive newborn say sothing to infuriate him all over again.

One-sided verbal output was a pleasure reserved for those in authority.

...An Su fell silent, choosing compliance.

"When you return, start preparing for your advancent to deacon in a month,"

rlin said expressionlessly, "Princess Milton’s understanding of magic is not inferior to yours—and her magical Rank is higher than yours."

There was sothing else he hadn’t told An Su.

Under arrangents made by the Church and the royal family, Cersei Milton had already been designated as the sole disciple of the Archmage, and they had t a few days prior.

However, An Su had popped out, and not only that, but he had also solved the problem rlin had set, making the situation quite delicate.

The intention of His Excellency the Archmage was just to send him away, not expecting it to backfire.

The intentions were bad, but An Su managed to execute them well.

He stared at An Su with a look of disdain.

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To be fair, he didn’t want to take on either of them as his disciple.

Just guarding the door was tiring enough; freedom was so much more comfortable.

Taking on a disciple had already been the result of much negotiation between the Church and rlin himself; it was unthinkable to take on another.

Since there was only one spot available, let them compete for it.

Fighting could be quite entertaining.

His Excellency rlin watched An Su, with a mischievous smile on his lips; life as a gatekeeper was boring, but watching a fight was interesting and served as his post-dinner amusent.

"Woo." An Su was still unable to speak.

"Your ’Judgnt of Light’ now has only one branch, and that branch also contains only one Magic Circuit,"

"To truly perfect this holy-level magic, you need to continue to build branches on your own, what to do next— you can no longer copy mine."

rlin regarded An Su’s sniveling appearance and found that silence from the young man was truly golden.

"To integrate a new branch, you must first understand a new concept, the new branches are derived from reflecting on this new concept,"

"Ordinary magic requires only consideration of the Magic Circuit, but holy magic involves considering magic branches; the forr is like ’twigs,’ while the latter is like ’trunks,’ thousands of twigs converge into three trunks, and trunks form the tree."

"For you, a saint, these are still too advanced. The seventh floor of the [Library] in the Association has the knowledge you need, but only mbers of the Association can enter,"

"Beco a mber of the Magic Association first, that is, a deacon."

An Su realized that the library His Excellency rlin spoke of was also a church world, and not of low Rank either.

The Magic Association’s heritage was indeed formidable.

His Excellency rlin, uncharacteristically speaking so much in one breath, paused, then impatiently waved his hand at An Su,

"Understand this and leave quickly."

He was already tired in his heart and did not want to see An Su’s face anymore.

It was already the fourth day, and rlin’s three days of rest had been completely wasted.

"Woo." Who would have thought, An Su still didn’t leave, pointing his finger at rlin again.

What, are you dissatisfied?

This is your punishnt.

It was kind of him to explain so much all at once, having done more than enough already.

His Excellency rlin didn’t like being pointed at.

He knew what An Su wanted to say, it was nothing more than seeking more knowledge, probing for more secrets— he had seen too many of such insatiable children and had always ignored them.

"I don’t want to hear you talk," rlin huffed, "The silence will be lifted automatically once you are out of Heaven’s Gate, now scram, and by the way, there’s sothing waiting for you at the entrance."

rlin’s mouth bore a stern smile, his cardinal bishop’s robe fluttering without wind, stars and Holy Light weaving between, his pure white eyes as sacred as a deity, radiating an ancient and majestic aura.

"I have other things to busy myself with."

rlin indeed had matters to attend to; he had to settle accounts with those old, undying bishops of the Church, particularly Bishop Randal of the Order Church who had agreed to take turns on watch but hadn’t shown up for a year.