Chapter 275: 87 You can call Visas (End of this volu)
“Holy Sound Church has co to visit.”
Under the Order Sword, the elderly leader smiled as he handed over a dark lacquered docunt.
“We would like to see Bishop Oliver.”
Yuri received the docunt from the elderly man.
The dark docunt, embossed with gold lettering, bore Holy Sound’s iconic seven notes; as Yuri’s fingers brushed over the notes, lodies echoed in his mind as if soone were singing in his heart.
This was indeed Holy Sound.
In this world, no one could impersonate them.
Yuri looked up at the elderly man, saying, “Bishop Oliver is no longer with us.”
“Is that so?” the elderly man said, “Then any other bishop will do.”
“All the bishops are gone,” Yuri shook his head, “As you can see, we have just experienced a disaster, and all the bishops sacrificed themselves for it.”
The man imdiately showed a look of surprise, which quickly turned to pity.
“I hadn’t expected such a thing to happen,” he said, “It’s truly a pity, I rember Lyra as a thriving, orderly city.”
His tone was as if he had just heard of the disaster.
Although everyone present knew this was a falsehood—after all, Holy Sound hadn’t visited Lyra in over a decade—they had chosen now of all tis to co, and with such a display.
Yuri’s gaze shifted toward the delegation behind the elderly man.
Over a decade ago, before Yuri had joined the Devil’s Army, he too had served as an emissary to Holy Sound and, therefore, had so understanding of them.
If he rembered correctly, the elderly man hadn’t brought a re delegation but an orchestra of Players.
In terms of combat power alone, they were certainly comparable to a fully-equipped, full-strength squad of the Devil’s Army.
Yet, fully-equipped squads of the Devil’s Army were required to confront deadly pollutants.
So, why send an orchestra of Players like these? Who were they ant to confront?
Yuri wanted to directly question the elderly man, but he held his tongue, knowing revealing their hand would do nothing but stiffen the situation.
After all, the divine disaster that had befallen Lyra was the first of its millennium. The last war involving gods dated back to the Era of Divine Conflict. Once the structure of the Eight Great Churches was established, such a scenario had never reoccurred.
Thus, other churches would surely seek any ans to probe the situation here.
Lyra was now like blood shed in the deep sea, attracting countless sharks to the scent.
And Holy Sound was just the closest, so the first to arrive.
And furthermore…
Yuri subconsciously glanced at the Order Sword behind him.
They weren’t unprepared for the arrival of Holy Sound.
Naturally, the elderly man caught Yuri’s glance and asked with a smile, “So now, who is in charge of Lyra?”
“If you’re asking about a bishop-level authority, we temporarily have none,” Yuri, returning the docunt, politely responded, “The most we have are people like , in charge of aspects of our work, and we, duly, act by listening to the Lord’s voice.”
“The Lord’s voice?” The elderly man’s expression changed slightly, “Do you an that the God of Lyra…”
“is unhard,” Yuri replied calmly.
Hearing this, the elderly man also revealed a cheerful smile.
“Well, that is indeed wonderful.”
As the elderly man and Yuri conversed, a young girl from the Holy Sound Player’s orchestra nad Hewinia was also observing everything around, cautious yet curious.
“Everyone says that Lyra is the most advanced place in the world,” a male voice spoke in Hewinia’s ear, “Now, it seems quite disappointing, hardly much different from our Seed District, don’t you think, junior?”
Hewinia turned to the man standing beside her.
The man, older by three or five years, was dressed in a black mage robe, holding a wand resembling a conductor’s baton.
Both the tip of the wand and the lining of the robe were engraved with “mi,” or Third Notes.
The linked notes resembled an ancient instrunt or a twisted silver serpent.
Hewinia blinked, “Brother Dosi, you say this place is not much different from the Seed District… but have you really been to the Seed District?”
“Uh,” Dosi was just making a comparison and hadn’t expected Hewinia to take it literally, so he chuckled awkwardly, “Well, I haven’t indeed. Have you?”
“I actually have, before enrolling,” Hewinia replied.
“Ah, you’ve been to such a place… oh, I seem to have heard about it,” Dosi said, “You fell severely ill after you ca back, even had to delay your enrollnt by a month.”
“Ah, let’s not talk about it,” Hewinia sighed, “Then everyone in the academy knew about it, and I was laughed at for a long ti.”
“Haha,” Dosi laughed as well, “So what’s the Seed District really like? How does it compare to this place?”
“At least it’s much dirtier than here,” Hewinia said somberly, “Brother, you can imagine stepping not on mud, but on feces.”
“…Cow manure?”
“Human.”
Dosi’s expression changed instantly: “Then I understand why you were so sick when you returned, it’s indeed terrifying.”
“Ah,” Hewinia sighed again, continuing to shake her head, “It’s unbearable to look back on.”
As she shook her head, the mage hat on her head naturally swayed as well.
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