Crown of Silence

Chapter 715 Good News

After the summer, the weather became hotter and hotter. The water vapor on the sea was steaming, but even on the sea surface, people still felt thirsty. Under the scorching sun, it seemed that the soul was about to dry up, and they were drowsy and painful.

From a distance, in the twisted air, the whole city seemed to be thrown into a steamer.

Every year at this time, Avalon would have a holiday. Most people would not go out, lying at home, picking up broken ice in the cellar, and spending this mid-year holiday.

The nobles would take a boat to various places to cool off.

But this year, the expected scorching heat did not come.

Through the opened Avalon barrier, the huge crystal cube hung high above the city, slowly rotating. It was obviously crystal clear and transparent, but it was like a greedy black hole, absorbing all the violent temperature sprinkled by the scorching sun.

The temperature was much lower than in previous years, making the whole city cool.

It is this shade that reminds countless residents of Avalon of the existence of miracles.

After a storm, after getting used to this behemoth hanging overhead, everyone's eyes looking up at the sky became awed.

And the storm did not stop because of this. Instead, it became more and more huge as it brewed for several months.

At this moment in the upper city, the headquarters of the Anglo Ministry of Foreign Affairs has become a boiling pot.

From the meeting three days ago to now, the dispute has not been resolved, but has become more and more intensified. Through the heavy door, the roars of those gentle ambassadors in the past can still be heard.

Spit flew on the face.

The expression of the Anglo Minister of Foreign Affairs twitched, raised his hand, wiped the water from the corner of his eyes, picked up the teacup expressionlessly, and drank tea.

The voices of questioning and roaring rang in his ears, and his eardrums were stinging. Under the rotation of more than a dozen loud-voiced gentlemen, the minister's ears have begun to buzz at this moment.

Do you have to take voice and lung capacity tests to become a diplomat now?

He secretly complained in his heart and quietly moved back a little - his eardrums hurt from being yelled at.

"Anglo's actions have violated our country's territorial rights! We strongly demand that Anglo comply with the natural disaster management agreement and restrict the Ether Network under the joint management of the countries!"

"We strongly condemn Anglo's irresponsible behavior!"

"We hereby call on both sides to communicate rationally, make correct decisions, and avoid the occurrence of war."

"Anglo's deployment on the high seas has seriously hindered our country's transportation routes. According to the agreement between the two parties, Anglo immediately lifts the blockade, otherwise our country will take necessary actions!"

"Does Her Majesty have no response to our letter of credence?"

No matter how the ambassadors quarreled and yelled, the minister still had empty eyes, was stunned, and was distracted.

Pretend not to hear.

Yell, yell, yell, yell.

Yelling is useless anyway.

Delivering a letter of credence?

If the letter of credence is useful, what is the purpose of the fifth department?

These idiots have not figured out that the person in charge now is not Her Majesty the Queen, but the Prince of Avalon who is so erratic and low-key that he has no sense of existence at all!

Also jointly manage the Ether Network?

Remove the naval defense?

Open trade routes?

Haha.

Dream on, dreams have everything.

The minister rolled his eyes imperceptibly and looked at the ceiling.

Ah, it's another tough day...

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"It's so hot."

Similarly, in the office of Westminster Abbey, the old man in pajamas leaned back in his chair, stretched out his hands to pick his feet, and looked at the seat opposite with his white eyes:

"Can't you make that big thing cooler? After staying up all night for several months, this damn weather makes me sleep poorly during my afternoon nap."

"You're already retired, why bother to be a saint?" Ye Qingxuan shook his head, "I'm willing to fund the renovation of Westminster Abbey for you to ensure it's comfortable and cool."

Mephisto rolled his eyes: "Do you think I really need such a little money?"

"What's the point?"

"Don't people only have a few pursuits in this life?"

Mephisto sighed: "I don't need money. After taking the oath of integrity and keeping my heart, I can't find a lover. I've lived for seventy years and am still a virgin. What else can I want except a good reputation?"

Speaking of this, his expression became more helpless and complicated.

This is all he wanted in his life.

But now it seems that Ye Qingxuan will waste this little thing.

"I was still guessing when you would come to my door, but I didn't expect you to be so impatient so soon." Mephisto glanced at the newspaper on the table with a smile: "Because of this?"

"Part of the reason."

Ye Qingxuan shrugged.

That was the notice of the cult.

Once a week.

He used to copy this stuff when he was in Root Town, and he could even recite the number of each issue.

This issue was about the revision of the new holy book. After adding several items, it was a few hundred words of nonsense, but the most important content was not mentioned.

The content about the Inquisition began to be deleted and revised in the holy book, and the evaluation of the Inquisition in the history of the cult gradually changed.

Many scholars began to study the witch hunting movement again, and put forward many innocent cases to prove the loss of control and mistakes of the Inquisition.

To most people, this isn't a big deal, but the implications are interesting.

According to speculation, this is just the beginning. In the future, there will probably be more methods to gradually subvert the legitimacy of the tribunal and eliminate it completely.

At that time, after losing justice and justice, the tribunal will no longer have enough basis, and even Ye Qingxuan, the Hand of God, will become a mere charlatan and will no longer have the legitimacy of the past.

When the two of them were talking about this, Ye Qingxuan suddenly sneezed, pulled out a handkerchief, and washed his nose awkwardly, suppressing the sound of coughing.

"Have you caught a cold?"

"I stood a little high in the past two days and didn't pay attention to keeping warm." Ye Qingxuan shrugged: "It's very cold at high places."

"You only realize it now?"

Mephistopheles gloated, "Are you anxious?"

"A bit." Ye Qingxuan nodded calmly.

"You deserve it. Thanks to that thing of yours, the whole West is now in chaos."

Mephisto pointed to the top of his head: "But is it really worth it? Ye Qingxuan, you could have become one of the most powerful people in the world, but now you have to bet everything on an illusory possibility."

"I think it's quite a deal."

Ye Qingxuan laughed and copied Mephisto's exact words: "After all, aren't there only a few pursuits in this life?"

In silence, Mephistopheles shook his head, slowly sipped the cold black tea from the cup, then stood up, revealing his large pants and two hairy legs under his pajamas.

He walked to the bedside table in his slippers, picked up a stack of manuscripts, walked back, and threw it in front of Ye Qingxuan.

"This is what you want."

Mephistopheles sighed softly: "I have exhausted all the knowledge of myself and the sixteen scribes of Westminster Abbey. The name Mephisto has accumulated a lifetime of credibility and the support of six sects. The manuscript that I wrote over several months is here.”

He placed stacks of manuscripts in front of Ye Qingxuan.

"This is the new Book of Common Prayer, the Forty-one Articles of Faith that distinguish it from the Holy City, and, finally..."

He hesitated for a moment, but still placed the thickest part in front of Ye Qingxuan: "Based on the fragments of the Book of Guixu stored in various sects and the library of the Royal Academy of Music, we reorganized and compiled the teachings.

That is what you truly desire.

—A weapon used to defy the Holy Scriptures. "

In the silence, Mephistopheles returned to his position: "Congratulations, Your Highness.

From now on, if you wish, a new sect will be formed, and you will be the new leader, the new pope. "

Ye Qingxuan smiled bitterly, looked at the manuscript on the table, raised his head and asked:

"Bishop, does it have a name?"

After Mephistopheles pondered for a moment, he answered: "If what was in the past was the old scripture, then what is being created now should be the New Testament."

"New Testament?"

Ye Qingxuan nodded: "What a good name. Thank you for everything you have done, Bishop. I promise you that you will be immortal because of this."

"immortal?"

Mephistopheles shook his head and laughed at himself: "Famous for eternity? Or infamy for eternity?"

"Let future generations decide. If we don't even care about tomorrow, how can we care about things hundreds of years from now?"

Ye Qingxuan put away the manuscript and stood up to leave, but was stopped by Mephistopheles who was sitting on the chair.

The old man slumped in his chair and turned his head to look at him, as if his old eyes could really see something.

"Ye Qingxuan, even with the "New Testament", will you be any different from the cult?"

"Of course it's different, Bishop. What the holy book talks about is law, but law can't solve all problems." Ye Qingxuan raised the manuscript in his hand,

"And what the New Testament brings will be the gospel."

"Gospel?"

Mephistopheles asked: "Whose gospel?"

Ye Qingxuan thought for a while and smiled:

"Of course it's those who need the gospel the most."

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