Not to mention the Holy Lady being stunned, even the Pope sitting on the throne at the back was stunned.
Let the Goddess apologize?
What the hell is this?
That was the Goddess he spoke of, holy and incomparable, one who warmed the world, the exalted Goddess of Light.
Mortals would be moved to tears when they heard her voice, let alone looked at her.
Having a goddess apologize to a mortal?’
How was that possible?’ The Pope first felt absurdity, then anger. He saw that Schuck was about to walk out of the papal hall and reached out to cast a barrier of light to block the entrance.
Then he stumbled down from the throne and ran quickly up to Schuck, asking with a frightened expression, “Is it true what you say?”
He didn’t think Schuck was lying-Saint Samurai couldn’t lie casually—and it was well known that Schuck was favored by the goddess.
The other thing was that the Goddess of Light was quite easy to talk to, and they, the higher-ups, knew about this.
This was why he thought Schuck really might be able to talk the goddess into coming down to apologize!
But in that case… the machinations of the Inquisition would be a joke, as would his disguise and acquiescence in the former’s actions, which would make him feel like a clown.
A goddess apologizing to humans?
It would cost the goddess her dignity, and wouldn’t the Inquisition that secretly started this thing and the Pope himself… be blamed for disgracing the entire religion?
“You can’t go and do that!” The Pope had a tight grip on Schuck’s cloak; his expression had even gotten a little twisted. “You can’t humiliate the Goddess like that!”
“I’m not humiliating her,” Schuck said calmly. “I respect her, I am close to her, I understand her philosophy, and I also tell her my thoughts. We communicate with each other enough that she won’t take that as an insult.”
The Pope roared, “But the whole church and everyone in it would be insulted. You don’t care about that?”
“You are no longer fit to be a Pope.” Schuck shook his head helplessly. “You care more about your face than the face of the Goddess.” “You’re full of bull**it!” The Pope couldn’t help but curse.
But at that moment, his head lolled and he fell asleep.
It turned out that it was the Holy Lady who walked behind the Pope and used Hypnosis on him.
The Holy Lady was also very strong, not much worse than the Pope.
Besides, the Pope was focused on Schuck and unguarded against the Holy Lady, which was why he was hit.
Schuck looked at the Pope who had fallen to the floor, and then looked at the Holy Lady and said, “Thank you for being on my side.”
“I think you have a point,” said the Holy Lady, blushing slightly.
Schuck then continued, “Holy Lady, I’m going to make a trip to the Inquisition and beat them till they cry. Would you like to help me?”
“Of course.” The Holy Lady’s eyes were smiling like a June sunset.
“Include us.”
Three Saint Samurai descended from the air.
A moment ago they had been over the papal hall, listening to the conversation below with their spells.
Schuck had been receiving attention from the others since his return.
After all, he was the Holy Son, and he had the most conversations with the goddess and was the one who understood her the best. “Thank you,” Schuck said gratefully.
“You’re welcome. We’re just practicing the Goddess’ philosophy.” One of the handsome blond Saint Samurai stuck out his thumb, revealing his white teeth, a seemingly non-existent smile at the corner of his mouth. “A mistake must be admitted, no matter what one’s status is. This is the teaching of the Goddess, and now you are willing to persuade the Goddess to descend to demonstrate this teaching. We’re touched, really touched.” Schuck sighed with relief. It seemed that their goddess hadn’t spoiled these Saint Samurai for no reason. Although there was one who had grown crooked, on the whole, they were good children.
And at that moment, Roland was in the woods with Andonara, studying the ways of human reproduction.
The two were entwined, the smell of excitement in the air.
He turned Andovara over so that her back was to him, and the two continued their display of affection.
At that moment, Roland saw a rapid flash of light within the golden barrier, and after about two minutes, it stopped.
“It should be Schuck purging the internal opposition.” Roland nodded.
Then Andonara posed four positions, which took nearly half an hour. Roland was already feeling quite sore in the back.
However, Andonara didn’t seem to have had enough fun and was still clinging to him.
Having no choice, he took out the bottle of Dragon Meat Reagent from his Backpack and just poured it down.
The Dragon Meat Reagent now had no attribute-increasing effect on him.
But there were other uses for it, such as instant stamina replenishment, which was a must for long battles.
Just as he drank the Dragon Meat Reagent, he saw a sudden golden light descend from the air.
A massive pillar of light, at least over ten meters thick. It came down from high in the sky and straight into the Holy Lady’s hall.
This pillar of light contained a powerful mental presence. It was a mental power fluctuation that was beyond that of a normal creature.
It was vast, deep, and calm, yet holy and incomparable.
Such a mental power seemed to be able to wash away all evil thoughts.
Roland even felt, at this moment, that Andonara’s body didn’t seem to be interesting and fun anymore.
This nasty business between men and women was horrible and not interesting at all.
Such thoughts stirred his mind and almost sent him into wise man’s time.
But then, the spiritual consciousness inside his soul immediately fought back.
It crowded out that mental power that was affecting his mind.
If he couldn’t break free immediately, Roland probably wouldn’t be interested in women for a long time.
Then he took a deep breath and said unhappily, “This goddess… seems to be lacking in love.”
At this point, Andonara looked back, her eyes even more charming than they had been a moment ago, and even looked touched, what appeared to be tears in them? Roland was a little surprised-what was wrong with Andonara?
Andonara said tenderly, “So your love for me has managed to transcend the control of the
gods?”
She was a Legend, close to becoming a Demigod, and the divine mental power of the Goddess of Light had very little effect on her.
But she could feel just now that Roland had gone under the effects of the divine power for a moment and almost entered the realm of physical transcendence but came back on his own.
Roland clicked his tongue rather helplessly before he saw a vague, holy female figure descending into the Holy Realm in a pillar of light.
Then the Association of Mages and the royal family’s magic barriers all disappeared.
“The goddess has descended, so it seems that Schuck has set things right.”
Roland sighed in relief… In this way, the three forces—the Association of Mages, the royal family, and the Church of Light-would not fight again, and his hidden interests in these two forces could be preserved.
Then his mood relaxed and he began to concentrate on putting Andonara in different positions.
It was late in the evening when Roland led Andonara toward the Holy Realm.
Andonara’s cheeks were bright red and she looked bewitchingly beautiful.
After entering the capital, Roland went straight to visit the Association of Mages and found the chairman, Alfred.
He sat across from Alfred, who had his hands on the table and a slightly frazzled look on his face.
“The goddess descended earlier?” Roland asked. “Chairman, did you see the Goddess of Light’s descended form?”
“I saw it.” Alfred nodded.
“How did it feel?” Roland continued to ask.
“Is it beautiful?” Andonara interjected.
Alfred glanced at Andonara, then said helplessly, “It feels rather bad.”
“So she’s not very pretty?” Andonara was a bit in disbelief. “Didn’t they say that the Goddess of Light’s looks was on the same level as the Goddess of Life’s?”. Well… the Goddess of Life is the most beautiful god.
“The goddess stands before you.” Alfred looked at his hands, his withered old fingers shaking. “Her mental power is as wide as the ocean, and you are just a grasshopper on the seashore. The waves that are casually raised are tsunamis to you… at this moment, do you still care about her beauty? I was almost exhausted just resisting her spiritual assimilation. Now a third of the Mages in the Association have vague thoughts of becoming believers of Light. But fortunately, the Goddess of Light didn’t deliberately brainwash us. This was just her involuntary influence. In two or three days, they will be able to come to their senses on their own.”
Roland tsked.
Then Alfred laughed dryly again. “But my situation was still one of the better ones. When the Goddess apologized to us, I was able to stay reserved and bend over to say that I couldn’t bear to receive her apology. King Edward knelt on the spot, weeping… He confessed all his sins and even revealed the time when he did it with a maid of honor when he was nine years old. Tsk… When he’s had three or four days to come to his senses, he will probably be so ashamed that he will find a rat hole to burrow into and hide.”
Speaking of this, Alfred looked much better.
That was how humans were; as long as someone was having a worse time than they were, no matter how difficult something was, it would feel a lot easier.
Roland thought for a moment and said, “I’ve met King Edward two or three times, and from what I know of him, the man has a thick skin and probably won’t take that small matter as anything scandalous, but will instead say to the public that he confessed his sins before the Goddess of Light and that he is now a pure, good man-a great man.” Alfred pondered carefully and then revealed a disgusted expression. “When you say it like that, it is certainly what that guy would do. Forget it, leave him aside… You didn’t suffer any influence. When the Goddess of Light descended, but you were also in the vicinity of the Holy Realm, right? What did you do, to have been immune to the Goddess of Light’s spiritual erosion?”
Roland and Andonara both revealed embarrassed expressions at the same time.
Alfred was so old and acute that he immediately understood what was going on when he looked at the subtle little expressions of these two, and his eyes, which looked immodest, almost bulged out of their sockets. “You actually…”
That said, Roland was worried about how to escape this awkward conversation when the entire space and everything around him suddenly went still.
The environment distorted in bursts, faster and faster, and after about ten seconds or so, all the images broke into pieces, then reorganized at a great speed, piecing together into a new space and landscape.
Roland landed on a high, pale blue platform, which, at its center, had a white circular pattern that spread out at the same distance.
Around the platform were countless, staggering striped towers of blue and white.
This somewhat familiar environment… Roland froze for a moment and it dawned on him.
The Divine Realm of Magic.
Sure enough… in the very next second, the pink-haired Goddess of Magic in a light blue translucent dress appeared in front of Roland, and a faint fragrance began to fill the air.
She pointed to the ground, and a translucent wooden table with a blue background and white grain appeared between the two, followed by two chairs.
Delicious fruit wine also appeared on the table.
Roland walked over and sat down, picked up the flask, and poured a glass for the Goddess of Magic and then for himself.
“Goddess Mystra, have you dragged me here to the divine realm for something else?”
“Which means I can’t pull you up for a chat if I don’t have any business?”
Roland shook his head. “Of course you can. I’m always happy to chat with a beauty.”
“Beauty?” The Goddess of Magic chuckled-no mockery, no elation, just a tone of voice to ease the atmosphere. “There are no ugly goddesses. It’s no use at all for you to compliment us on our beauty. But you’re quite bold; even when the Demon Gods see us, even in a hostile state, they still say ‘honorable so-and-so’ to us. They wouldn’t dare to compliment us on our looks; they’d think it’s blasphemy.”
Roland was curious as soon as he heard this. “So do you get mad when you’re complimented?” “That would not be the case.” The Goddess of Magic took a sip from her glass. “But neither would we be pleased; after all, you are merely stating a fact, which to us is neither flattering nor insulting, so why should we be pleased, or angry?”
Interesting, the thoughts of the gods are indeed subtly different from those of ordinary people.
Roland thought about many things for a moment, and then he asked, “So does the goddess just want to chat with me?”
“That’s part of it, but I wanted to ask, do you know what the purpose of the Goddess of Light’s descent in the mortal world was?” Mystra continued all on her own, “I’m on average terms with her, so I didn’t bother to ask. When she descended, I cast my eyes over and accidentally saw that you were also present.”
Roland froze for a moment and then felt a little embarrassed.
He was having a quickie with Andonara when the Goddess of Light descended, which meant that he was being watched by the Goddess of Magic. Seemingly seeing Roland’s bashful expression, the Goddess of Magic laughed. “We gods scout the world—what have we not seen? That little bit of nonsense between men and women, we’ve seen plenty of it, so what is there to be ashamed of.”
Roland took a deep breath to calm himself down and asked, “Ms. Mystra, can I answer your question now?”
Mystra frowned slightly. She had a vague feeling that Roland had suddenly become a little distant from her.
But this frown was so faint and light that no one could notice it.
“Go ahead.”
Roland then revealed what he knew.
“Is it highly likely that she listened to the advice of the believers and descended to apologize to the mortals?”
The Goddess of Magic froze. “The Goddess of Light is notorious for not liking to leave her divine realm. She hasn’t even bothered to move for centuries. To descend into the world because of that? How is that possible? But it’s somewhat understandable. If you were to advise me… hmm.”
She said the latter statement very, very softly.
Roland didn’t hear it.
