Master Of Martial Arts Has An Advanced Optical Brain Chapter 1470 - 1470 Ambassador and Bishop

Chapter 1470 - 1470 Amba.s.sador and Bishop

1470 Amba.s.sador and Bishop

“Mr. Amba.s.sador, please come this way.”

The amba.s.sador of the Declan Empire to the Kingdom of Saclerda, Paramesen Oler, nodded and smiled at Archbishop Sekremin of the Esevy G.o.ddess Cult who came forward to receive him.

“I didn’t expect Mr. Archbishop to come personally. It really surprised me. Logically speaking, shouldn’t you be busy preparing for the ceremony and can’t leave at all?”

Archbishop Sekremin of the Esevy G.o.ddess Cult, who was also the highest-ranking person in charge of the cult in the Kingdom of Saclerda, let out a loud laugh that was completely incompatible with his thin body.

“Haha, others naturally don’t need an old bag like me to personally come, but it’s not easy for Mr. Amba.s.sador to come, so how can I not come? Otherwise, if word gets out, our Esevy G.o.ddess Cult will be mocked by the entire Milky Way for not knowing the rules. Am I right, Mr. Amba.s.sador?”

Amba.s.sador Oler also laughed, but he did not answer.

In fact, this was naturally not the first time he and Amba.s.sador Sekremin had met. The two of them were the main people in charge of their respective factions in the Kingdom of Saclerda. They had seen each other several times at various high-level banquets in the kingdom and were considered familiar with each other.

However, because their ident.i.ties were sensitive, they had not interacted much before. It was something that they had never thought of personally receiving Archbishop Sekremin to the G.o.ddess Esevy’s temple like today.

Before figuring out the exact intentions of the empire and the other party’s reaction, Amba.s.sador Oler naturally would not show any more clear att.i.tude.

Of course, Archbishop Sekremin knew this very well. Therefore, he turned to exchange a few pleasantries with Amba.s.sador Oler. After saying some superficial nonsense, the topic naturally turned to the upcoming memorial ceremony.

“I heard that… Pope Lockmarton values this memorial ceremony extremely, so he even filmed an Archbishop to help you hold it? Is that true?”

Hearing Amba.s.sador Oler’s question, the muscles on Archbishop Sekremin’s face twitched slightly, then he revealed a warm smile and nodded.

“That’s right. Archbishop Zigfy is younger than me and more energetic. With his help, it’s much easier for me. Otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll have a problem if I take the time to welcome you, Mr. Amba.s.sador.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Amba.s.sador Oler pretended to be surprised and looked at Archbishop Sekremin, “I believe you’ll definitely be very happy to have such an outstanding young back to take over your work. This must be Pope Lockmarton’s special care for you. He’s worried that you’ll be too exhausted. It’ll be bad if anything happens.”

The muscles on Archbishop Sekremin’s face twitched, and a trace of hostility swept past his eyes before he chuckled.

“Of course, I’m happy that His Holiness takes special care of me. Speaking of His Holiness, a few days ago, he specially instructed me that when I see the amba.s.sador, I must wait for him to greet Prince Lekas. I heard that Prince Lekas has also been busy preparing for the ceremonial banquet after the Garden Hunting a.s.sembly in the Declan Empire these few days. I believe there are many things entangled. Don’t tire yourself out.”

Amba.s.sador Oler’s expression changed slightly, but he instantly returned to normal.

“Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. His Highness is currently in his prime. It’s said that he still has a breakthrough in his cultivation method after returning last time. His current state is just right, so there’s naturally no need to worry about him. His Highness has also specially instructed me that if I see the Pope in the hall, I have to tell him how to greet him.”

“Oh? Is that so? I thank His Highness for the kindness here. His Highness…”

Just as Archbishop Sekremin was about to stab Amba.s.sador Oler again, his expression suddenly changed and he looked up.

At the same time, Amba.s.sador Oler raised his head and looked at the top of the floating shuttle they were on.

Bang!

A m.u.f.fled sound sounded above his head, followed by a few arguments. It sounded like the followers brought by Amba.s.sador Oler were arguing with the people of the Esevy G.o.ddess Cult.

Archbishop Sekremin and Amba.s.sador Oler frowned.

It was fine for the two of them to argue here, but if the subordinates outside had an intense argument and were seen, the effect would be bad.

“What’s the matter?” Archbishop Sekremin shouted softly. His voice contained Internal Breath and spread out through the vibration.

Amba.s.sador Oler opened his personal terminal and instructed without any other action.

A moment later, two high-level priests of the Esevy G.o.ddess Cult flew in with two followers of Amba.s.sador Oler. One of them was holding someone tightly in his arms and looking at the two high-level priests beside him warily.

“What’s going on?” Amba.s.sador Oler asked with a frown.

The subordinate who was not holding anyone walked over and escaped with a small bag that he handed to Amba.s.sador Oler.

Amba.s.sador Oler and Archbishop Sekremin glanced at the surface of the small bag and frowned.

On the surface of the small bag, there was a sentence written in crooked handwriting left behind by something. This sentence was the standard official language of the Declan Empire. The meaning was very simple. It was “Amba.s.sador Oler, please take a look”.

Amba.s.sador Oler took the small bag in confusion and opened it. His eyes immediately narrowed.

Inside the small bag were two very exquisite badges and an old data information box.

As the amba.s.sador of the Declan Empire and a high-level official of the empire, he recognized at a glance that these two exquisite badges were clearly the special badges of the descendants of the royal family of the Declan Empire!

He picked up the two badges and touched them. He immediately picked up the old data information box and opened his personal terminal to enter.

Video information quickly appeared on his personal terminal. It was the video information of the underground base under the abandoned wooden house that Chu Nan had explored.

The image clearly displayed that there was a treatment capsule in every small room in the underground base, and people were lying in it. Several of them were clearly Amba.s.sador Oler’s main goal in coming to the Light of Esevy to partic.i.p.ate in this G.o.ddess’ Memorial Ceremony—the dozen or so descendants of the royal family of the Empire who needed to be brought back!

Looking at the image clearly showing that the dozen or so descendants of the royal family were in a coma, and the few researchers beside the treatment capsule were injecting something into it, Amba.s.sador Oler’s expression was as calm as water.

At the end of the video information, there was also a person. It was the person who was currently sandwiched in the arm of that follower and was explaining a portion of the situation of this underground base.

At this moment, Amba.s.sador Oler closed his personal terminal and turned to look at Archbishop Sekremin. The warm but fake smile on his face was no longer there, and it was replaced by a sharp gaze.

“Your Excellency Archbishop, I need an explanation.”

Archbishop Sekremin’s gaze landed on the guard who was still sandwiched in the arm of the amba.s.sador’s follower and he sighed deeply in his mind.

This memorial ceremony was really exhausting.