Two translucent demons were sitting quietly on the roof and watching Gray walking into the church from afar.

Zeda was staring at the direction of the church with a expressionless face, as if facing a powerful opponent.

A petite figure fell beside them.

It was a girl wearing a bright red dress, looking only thirteen or fourteen years old, but wearing a cloak and a hood, and couldn't see her face clearly.

"I'm going?" A sweet voice.

"Go." Zeda said softly: "Be careful."

"The first time I've performed such a task, but I think a mere second-class angel dares not do anything to me."

As he said that, the girl jumped up and landed in an alley and disappeared from sight.

Taviya glanced at Zeda indifferently.

...

The interior of Pierce Cathedral is the same style as that of the White City Church. Of course, it is just the same style. In fact, it gives people a lot of sense.

The walls that are also covered with sculptures are equally exquisite and solemn, and magnificent. The difference is that the indoor sunlight does not bring about the gradual mottledness of the exterior wall, but a shock.

The huge glass mural, the sunlight shines into the room from all sides through transparent glass, and is separated by colored glass, forming traces of light in the air. With exquisite and solemn decoration, it is a miraculous feeling.

This is the pomp of the Isaac Kingdom second only to the royal forces.

Gray was so dazzled that she was so proud that Shelley, who had been here for the first time, was the same.

All kinds of clergy came and went everywhere, walking silently with light steps, lowered their heads, and walked silently. It was so quiet that there was no sound.

When they meet the bishop and Gray, they will devoutly cut a cross on their chests. The bishop will simply cut a cross to return the gift, and Gray will also return the gift like the bishop.

"Where did you go at the dance last night?" The black cat asked Catherine in a low voice.

"I felt the darkness last night, so I chased after me." Catherine replied.

"Dark breath? That means the demon is already by our side?"

"Yes. But generally speaking, even if he is by our side, I shouldn't feel the aura of darkness. If they choose to hide the aura, strong perception is an attribute that only the holy angels have. I am just a second-class angel. So, I doubt they have cast spells on something."

"Then have you found it?"

"No."

"This is so scary." The black cat had goosebumps.

Just as the Black Cat and Catherine were talking secretly, Gray suddenly found that Shelley was walking beside her was missing.

Turning back, he saw Shelley stopping at the corner of the stairs and staring blankly at the painting hanging on the wall.

In the painting, a disheveled man was tied to the stake, and fire had already lit up around him. A holy light fell from the sky and shone on his face. In one corner of the picture, a group of people fell to their knees and prayed, but more people were shouting hideously.

Gray turned and walked towards Shelley, and the bishop stopped.

Shelley pointed to the painting and whispered: "This should be a painting from more than a thousand years ago. I have seen it in the book. It tells the story of a saint being executed by a mob."

"Ebolsard." The bishop standing on the high ground whispered: "He was a devout saint who advocated radical religious reform, which resulted in angering both the civilians and the nobles. The Holy See had to give up his protection. For a period of time, in order to recover the losses caused by the riots, the clergy could not even mention his name. It was not until centuries later that the matter had gradually been forgotten that the Pope at that time managed to restore his reputation and recorded his deeds in the history of the church to alert future generations. This painting was a genuine work ordered by the Pope at that time."

"It's so pitiful." Shelley said with a blank look on his eyes.

Gray was shocked, and he suddenly thought of something.

"Actually, it's the first time I've heard this story." Dean, who was standing beside him, spread his hands and looked at the bishop: "I didn't expect the Holy Spirit to give up the protection of the Holy Church."

"For the Holy Spirit favors the world." The bishop said softly.

"Catherine, can I ask questions to the Bishop?" Grey asked in a low voice.

"Save all the questions you want to ask, just leave it and ask me. I'll leave."

"Where are you going?"

"I feel the power of darkness again."

"Okay." Helplessly, Gray stood on the stairs and reached out to Shelley with a hand: "Go away quickly, look again later, don't let the Bishop wait for us."

"Yes." He handed his hand to Gray, and Shelley followed Gray up the circular staircase with her skirt.

The bishop looked quietly, his eyes drooped slightly, and he said casually: "It doesn't matter. If she is interested, I can send someone to take her to visit here later. I believe she can learn more about the history of the Holy See."

Holding hands, the two followed behind the bishop.

From time to time, the bishop would quietly look back at them, and his eyes fell on the hands they were holding.

After a while, they finally arrived at the balcony high on the main building of Pierce Cathedral.

It was a balcony enclosed with colorful glass. Through the glass murals, you can see the Lion Palace from afar.

Before they arrived, there were two chairs and a coffee table. There were clear water and pastries on the coffee table. Two waiters were guarding on both sides.

"Please sit." As he said that, the bishop had already walked to the chair opposite him and sat down. Dean stood respectfully beside the bishop.

Shelley was nothing, Gray was stunned: "Can you prepare a chair for my fiancée Miss Shelley? I hope she can sit down together."

It was the bishop's turn to be stunned. After a while, he could only say awkwardly: "I'm rude." Then he turned to the side and waved his hand. The waiter on the side walked away knowingly.

"Why are you suddenly so close?" asked the black cat.

"Didn't you say you can't worry her?" Gray asked back.

"Well, there has been progress." The black cat nodded in admiration.

After a while, the messenger brought a chair back.

Only then did Gray sit down with confidence. Shelley sat next to him, holding his hand and smiling.

"Sir, the person who sent the message said that you have something to talk to me."

"Oh, yes." The bishop smiled awkwardly and said, "Actually, I want to talk to you about the Bible Chapter 46 and 12."

"Um?"

...

Only a thin outline was left in her body, and Katherine, who was almost completely transparent, spread her wings and flew through the houses.

She kept changing her flight trajectory, flying from one alley to another. The people in the alley passed by her without feeling at all.

After a while, she hovered in front of a house and looked around, as if she was lost.

"Who is it? Since they have come, why don't you show up directly?" She used her spiritual sense to spread a voice around her.

"Don't you look for it? Isn't hide and seek all this? Or do you not be able to track my breath?" A voice responded.

"If you didn't keep cutting off the source of breath, how could I not find it?"

"You are wrong. I have never cut off the source of breath. You shouldn't feel my source of breath for any moment. It's just that you can't grasp the direction. That's it, as long as you admit that you can't find me, I'll come out."

"You...well, I can't find it." Catherine said helplessly.

"Actually, I'm just waiting for you to say this. I'm taking the initiative to come out, how domineering that I'm not domineering."

Turning back suddenly, Catherine saw a petite figure appearing at the end of the alley.

A bright red long skirt, a black cloak, and a hood, looks like a little girl who is only thirteen or fourteen years old. There is a ring on the index finger of her left hand, and a line is connected to the ring, and a small ball is connected to the end of the line. It looks like a simple toy.

At this moment, she was shaking the toy in her hand.

Catherine slowly opened her eyes wide.

...

"So, in Chapter 46, verse 12 of the Bible, it actually talks about the Holy Spirit pampering the world. The Holy Spirit sends the angels he trusts to the world to assist the most devout believers, so that they can become paladins and clergy. Because the world is ignorant, they have to compromise themselves and accommodate the world. Every person who is favored by the Holy Light has the obligation to do his best to convey the Holy Spirit's love for the world to more people and influence them." The bishop said seriously.

"So that's it." Gray nodded solemnly.

"You understand all?" Black cat asked in a low voice.

"I don't understand very much. I think he's speaking much worse than Dean."

After a pause, the bishop continued, "We hope that our Paladins can also uphold the teachings of the Holy Spirit and take it as their mission to promote the divine faith. No matter how many difficulties there are, the teachings are the priority. I wonder what you think of this statement?"

...

With a "bang", the spinning ball fell into the palm of your hand. The game was over.

The girl gently took off her hood and the sun shone on her face.

It was a face that was so delicate that it could not be found with a trace of flaws, with a breathtaking charm. The fiery red long hair, the fiery red pupils, the slightly shaking pointed ears, and the fair skin color of humans. There were no wings that ordinary demons had, nor did they have pointed tails.

Blinking his big eyes, the girl showed her tiger teeth and smiled sweetly: "Hello, second-class angel, I am the succubus Vivian."

"You were the same last night?" Katherine was alert.

"Yes. Because I was afraid that you wouldn't admit it, I played hide-and-seek with you twice."

"Is this point of anything?"

"Of course it makes sense. We can divide the difference before we officially become colleagues."

"College?" Catherine was stunned.

"Yes, colleague, I am the newly appointed guardian demon of the Little Lich. I hope we can get along well. Oh yes, 'Guardian demon' is the word I just invented, I hope you like it. In essence, our functions are the same, but the direction of work is different."

"Grey won't agree!" Catherine shouted out.
Chapter completed!