Heroes of Silver Moon

"Huhu", a large amount of spiritual power was injected into Simon's soul fire, and the soul fire was burning fiercely, beating more and more cheerfully.

On the other side, just as the old woman entered Simon's spiritual sea, she encountered a mental storm.

"Yeah", the soul immediately returned to the body, the old woman snorted, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, which immediately made her accompanying nun let out a burst of exclamation.

"Nurse, are you alright?" the young nun asked with concern as she supported the old woman.

"It's all right." With the support of the nuns, the old woman took a breath and said, "Master Clifford, I can't cure him."

"Ah, you are the bishop who is best at healing magic in the Moonlight Church!" Clifford said with a bitter face after hearing this.

"Hey, this kid's mental sea is full of mental storms, I can't get in at all!" The old woman also said with a sad face.

"Tsk, what should I do now, what the **** is this kid doing?" Clifford said with a headache.

"Well," the old woman said slowly after pondering for a moment: "Now I can only send this kid to the cathedral and let His Majesty the Pope take a look."

"This, this is not good," Clifford said hesitantly when he heard that he was going to trouble the Pope of the Moonlight Church.

The Silver Moon Kingdom is the pasture of the Moon Goddess. In the Silver Moon Kingdom, the Moonlight Pope, who is the mortal walker of the Moon Goddess, will definitely not be inferior to the king in status.

"Humph, back then His Majesty the Pope promised His Majesty the Moonlight Church would be able to save the students no matter what harm they suffered in the college. He should be allowed to fulfill the big words he uttered back then."

Hitting the floor with a cane, the old woman said angrily.

"Well, well." Seeing the rudeness of the old woman's words, Clifford suddenly thought of an unproven rumor circulating among the people, so he quickly said in a pretense of embarrassment.

Casting a levitation technique on Simon and a light step on himself, Clifford took Simon like a balloon and carried him to his carriage.

With the help of the nun, the old woman boarded Clifford's carriage tremblingly.

Looking at the gorgeous carriage inside and out, the old woman said with emotion: "Master Clifford, you have earned a lot of gold coins over the years!"

"Heh, there are only two high-level alchemists in the kingdom, so of course they can make some money." Clifford said with a smile after casting a spell to make the horse run with the carriage on its own.

"Well," the old lady knew very well that there was a lack of alchemists in the kingdom, so she just nodded and stopped talking about this topic with Clifford.

"Master Clifford, what the **** did this kid do? How could there be so many mental storms in the spiritual sea?" Looking at Simon who was still fainting in the carriage, the old woman continued to ask.

"Well, I'm also confused now. He should be training spells in the training ground today. How could it suddenly become like this?" Clifford replied with a wry smile.

"Then do you have any clues?" Clearly dissatisfied with Clifford's reply, the old woman continued to ask with a frown.

"Clues?" Clifford pondered for a while, and then analyzed: "Today he should be training spells and meditation.

He only trained three zero-level spells, so he definitely wouldn't make the spiritual sea like this, then the problem should be in meditation."

"Meditation", the old woman frowned and said, "The mental storm in his spiritual sea can hurt a master priest like me!"

"Ordinary people should have no problem with meditation." Clifford heard what the old woman meant, and said solemnly, "But this kid has a very high sense of spirituality."

"Well," the old woman's eyelids twitched a few times, and then she said with a serious face, "You mean, he heard something he shouldn't have heard when he was meditating."

"Maybe so," nodded, and Clifford turned his attention to Simon again.

I hope you don't get infected, otherwise~

Clifford's eyes were complicated, and he looked at the magnificent cathedral in the distance, where there might also be a burning rack waiting for Simon.

"Psychic," the old woman looked at Simon with complicated eyes, and then sighed with emotion.

Fortunately, the psychic she met last time dedicated herself to the Moonlight Goddess. Otherwise, it would be hard to say what happened now.

In the majestic Moonlight Cathedral, a somewhat old middle-aged man was sleeping, but suddenly, he opened his majestic eyes.

"Your Majesty the Pope", feeling the Pope's sudden awakening, the nuns serving outside the door quickly and silently walked to the Pope's bed.

"Changing clothes, let everyone prepare for Mass." After shaking his head a few times to make himself more sober, the Pope said to the nuns in front of him.

"Your Majesty, do you want to prepare for Mass? It's late at night~www.wuxiaspot.com~ An elderly nun asked in surprise.

The cathedral-level mass ceremony is the most solemn ceremony of the Moonlight Church. It is generally only held on major festivals or when distinguished guests visit.

"I feel it, yes, I feel it." Trying to maintain that strange feeling, Pope Moonlight said in a spirited voice.

Seeing the Pope's babbling look, the nuns looked at each other, and finally carried out the Pope's instructions silently.

They have served the Pope of Moonlight for a long time, and of course they know that as soon as the Pope enters this state of nagging, only the oracle can change his will.

Under the pope's order, several nuns swiftly changed the pope into the robes used for mass, and passed the pope's instructions to the ears of every clergyman in the cathedral.

"Damn, what the **** are you doing!", being dragged out of his sleep, the archbishop said with a look of lovelessness.

Made, ever since this nagging pope came to power, he has always done some weird things based on his feelings.

Their cathedral was about to be tossed to death, but the pope's feeling was not fulfilled even once.

Following the pope's order, the cathedral, which had fallen into a deep sleep, became lively in an instant. Priests, priests, and nuns all got up and got busy.

After the archbishop changed his clothes, he sat in an unnoticed place in the cathedral, staring blankly at the busy people in the cathedral.

"Made, I hope your prediction is more accurate this time," the archbishop thought speechlessly.

This idiot Pope's prediction has never been accurate once. Even the fortune teller among the mages is more accurate than his prediction, so why is he called a psychic?