The Holy Calendar 10757, June. At this time, it happened to be four years after Grey appeared in the ground world.

Salted fish port.

The two angels disappeared and floated in the air.

Abold's eyes were twitching, because in the courtyard of the castle in Salt Fish Harbor, there was a blond boy who looked a little similar to Shelley playing. Shelley was standing next to her and watching, looking like a good wife and mother.

"This is...a baby born five months ago? Don't you think he looks at least five years old?"

"Maybe it's growing faster." Catherine replied expressionlessly.

"Is it that simple to grow faster?" Abold was shocked.

"You have to know, he is not a human. So it's normal to have a little abnormality."

"But he is not a lich either. So, what exactly is he?"

"I don't know." Catherine shrugged: "I think they probably created some new species."

"You've been by his side all the time, don't you know what's going on?"

"Even if you are by their side, you won't know what happened. He used the power of the Demon Lord, Vivian also participated, and asked several big demons for help. Can you understand high-level black magic? The demons who created new species are very good at."

"So is this the child of Gray and Shelley?"

"It should be said..." Katherine thought for a while and replied, "Yes."

At this moment, Abold suddenly noticed that the child below was staring at him holding a ball.

"He...can't he see us?"

Before he finished speaking, Little Richie had already run towards Shelley: "Mom, I saw two birds flying in the sky. Can I knock them down?"

"Birdman? Where is it?"

Little Ritchie indeed pointed in the direction of Abold and Catherine, and they were shocked.

"He can really see us?"

Of course, Shelley stretched her neck but saw nothing: "Where?"

"I'll call them down and show you."

So Little Richie raised his hand.

"What do he want to do?" Abold looked at him half-squinted his eyes. The next moment, the corners of his eyes began to twitch again. Because he saw a black fireball larger than his head condensed in Ricci's hand!

"Damn it! What is this!"

Ricky waved his hand and with a "swoosh", the black fireball rushed towards them.

The two angels were so scared that they dodged quickly. The black fireball rubbed through the middle of their heads and touched Ebold's wings. The feathers on the wings burned...

"What the hell?" Abold quickly endured the pain and pulled out the ignited feathers, and was saved. He was scared and sweated all over.

Looking back, Abold and Catherine found that Shelley was already criticizing Little Ritchie.

"Where did you learn this?"

"Yes..." Little Richie sucked his fingers and said aggrievedly: "I saw Aunt Vivian use it, and then I learned it."

"Don't you know that you can't learn this? This is something that only bad kids learn. Ritchie is a good kid, what if he hurts someone?"

"But those two are birdmen, not humans."

"Birds are also humans. We should treat all races equally and not discriminate against them. After all, your father is a lich."

"Oh, I get it..."

"Don't use it again in the future, do you know? Otherwise, I will punish you for not eating snacks."

"I got it, mom. I will be a good boy."

Holding Ritchie's hand, Shelley left the courtyard.

The two angels were already sweating profusely.

“We’ve just been discriminated against?”

"It seems to be. I think this kid is more dangerous than Gray..."

A person may really not be able to change a world, but if it is a race...

...

At this moment, in the distant north, in Gustav, Gray was riding a horse and walking slowly with his Silver Moon Knights.

It was raining and the ground was muddy.

All the people in the team who were afraid of the rain were stuffed into the carriage. Those who were not afraid of the rain rushed in the rain without restraint.

The rain slid down the armor bit by bit and penetrated into the armor.

"It's so bad, why do we have to travel in this kind of weather? I feel the whole world is wet. It's so scary." The black cat complained in his armor.

"We must arrive at Mount Azrant as soon as possible." Grey whispered.

"What's the use of our arrival? The Pope has passed away, and even if we arrive, we cannot change this. Why don't we wish him all the best in heaven?"

“I think there is something wrong.”

“What’s the problem?”

Gray shook his head: "I don't know, I just feel it."

"Isn't the question clear?" Vivian whispered in Gray's mind: "When the Pope dies, all the Paladins and Cardinal Cardinals, bishops from all over the country must attend the memorial service. But that's just a name. The real meaning is to choose a new pope. You have a vote in your hand, but do you know who to choose? Also, Levi and others also have votes in your hand."

"The Pope was not appointed by the Holy Spirit?" asked the Black Cat.

"It used to be, but it was not. I said before, it was more than 5,000 years ago. They found that even if people who had no support within the Holy Church had gained the position of the Pope and the support of the Holy Spirit, they would be entangled in internal struggle and could not do anything. The lifespan of human beings is very short, and decades passed quickly. So, they simply asked the Holy Church to choose the Pope on its own."

"Then why didn't they cultivate the new pope before the former pope died? With the support of the Holy Spirit, it should be very simple to increase the support rate, right?"

"You are right, but the Holy Spirit's view of humanity may be different from what you think." Vivian replied softly: "What they want is not to produce a suitable pope under their strong intervention. Instead, the Holy See itself chooses a suitable pope."

"Oh, then, I think Gray's vote has to be voted for himself."

The rain drizzled, splashing crystal water droplets on the green leaves.

In the sky, Belinda, wearing a mask, disappeared, spread her wings and followed her closely. On the other side, Zeda, who also disappeared, spread her wings. The two looked at each other intentionally or unintentionally.

The dwarves were squeezed into the carriage like goods, looking at the dead outside the car window, but they were wearing armor as if nothing had happened, and walking in the rain, their own tribe looked like they were indulged in love.

"I suddenly felt that it was not a bad thing to become a skeleton soldier. Why do we have to squeeze in the carriage with the elves?"

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey, shouldn't I say this?" Andrew, who was also crowded in the carriage, said angrily: "I didn't even dislike you. You smelly dwarves actually dislike me?"

"Why? Are you not convinced? Why don't you fight?" Bangmao suddenly became excited.

The entire carriage began to shake, but the undead knights around seemed to be accustomed to it. If the elves and dwarves were left together and did not quarrel, then you need to see if something happened.

"Can you guys stop moving around? You're already so crowded!" Jones, who was also in the car, screamed. Dora shrank aggrievedly.

Mount Azrant is the location of the Holy See. The specific location is actually less than five kilometers away from San Lorenza, the Gustav Empire. San Lorenza is the second largest city in the Gustav Empire.

It must be said that the Salt Fish Port and San Lorenza are very far away. Even if there are spacious roads along the way, even the Knights of the Silver Moon will take at least two to three months to go back and forth.

"I kind of miss Shelley and Ritchie," said Gray.

"You have just left Xianyu Port shortly..."

"Can't you think about it just now?"

"Okay, okay. It's always like this for the first time I'm a dad."

"We have to finish the work quickly and go back, otherwise the children will lack fatherly love during their growth. Maybe I should bring them with me."

"Uh..." The black cat spread his hands helplessly.

So, the Silver Moon Knights galloped freely in the heavy rain.

A team of cavalry came towards him and saluted Grey respectfully for the leader of the knight: "Sir Paladin! I am here to open the way for you!"

"Can you catch up with us?"

"Try to..."

...

Meanwhile, Mount Azrant, the Holy See.

Magnificent palaces, complex murals, lifelike statues, ornate colorful glass windows, quaint, hollow corridors covered with vines.

As solemn and solemn as ever. Perhaps because of the death of the Pope, the entire Holy See became quieter. What you can hear by chance are either the sound of the wind or the chirping birds falling in the courtyard. Everyone's steps were extremely light, with almost no sound.

The Pope's coffin has been placed in the main hall.

The balcony shone through the glass windows of the dome and fell on his wrinkled and pale face. His eyes were closed, but his mouth was slightly open, as if there was nothing left to say. There were full of flowers all around.

The Cardinal and the Paladins stood quietly on both sides.

People walked into the hall one by one. There were clergy, nobles, and merchants. They looked at the pope's remains one by one, saluted, and then placed the flowers in their hands next to the coffin.

"Will he come?" someone from the Cardinal asked in a low voice.

"I will definitely come. I heard that I am already on the way." Someone replied.

"What did he do? We just sent an invitation symbolically, not really wanting to invite him."

"It doesn't matter if he comes. He only has one vote in his hand. What can he change?"

"No, he has two votes. In addition to the Paladin, he is also a saint. Also, the Paladin cannot participate in the new pope election, but the saints can do it. Have you ever thought about this question?"

"Is it relevant? No one will vote for him anyway. Who will vote for a Lich? Choose a Lich as the Pope?"

"Shh!"

"Oh, sorry."

"Then all we need to think about is, if he really runs for election and is not elected, how should we deal with it. And...whether should we continue to be the Paladin and serve as the Saint. Do you still remember that book a few years ago? I have already made a print of one million copies."
Chapter completed!