My summons are weird

Plans don't always keep up with changes.

When Lu Yu was training the mushroom man in the wetland, Sera got bad news.

The Pope's physical condition suddenly became very poor. After attending the halo selection, he suddenly fell ill while handling government affairs.

If it weren't for the fact that the Holy Church of Yinfeng has always been famous for its healing magic, and there were several powerful magicians present, the Pope would probably have had an audience with the God of Radiance directly after he fell down.

Serra has a good impression of Pope Laurent, the longest-reigning pope in the Holy Church of Silver Maple, who has brought stability and prosperity to the Holy Kingdom for a long time, and spread the glorious teachings to neighboring countries, establishing a a large group of believers.

He prayed devoutly for decades, wrote down what he did, and presented it under the statue of the radiant god for the radiant god to read.

Treat yourself strictly like an ascetic monk, but never treat others as harshly as you treat yourself.

This is a kind old man who is pious, benevolent, and sincerely willing to believe that the God of Radiance is there, watching this land all the time.

Every time Serra got close to him, she felt that her ungodliness was a form of blasphemy.

Sera saw Laurende after he woke up. The man who used to be able to go to the ground and work with the believers for a day now just said a few words and his face turned pale.

Facing the archbishop and the holy woman and the holy son, he just smiled and said that he was fine, and let them go back and deal with their own affairs.

The archbishops saluted and retreated, followed by the saint and son.

Just when Sera was about to salute and leave, Laurent called her.

"Sera...come here."

Before walking to the bed, Sera sat on a chair beside him under Laurende's gesture.

Laurende's eyes were still extremely clear and bright, but his skin was loose and inelastic, full of age spots.

It's like a still young soul trapped in an old body.

"I don't have much time."

Sera froze, and hurriedly comforted him: "My lord Pope, you are just suffering from a sudden illness. As long as you reduce your work a little and take a serious rest, you will be able to recuperate your body."

"The six bishops of the Holy See and the four priests can all serve you."

Laurent smiled without saying a word. After a long time, he opened his mouth slowly.

"I know my body, you are comforting me, I know that..."

"Actually, for more than half a year, I have been dreaming of the Silver Maple Divine Tree. Every time I dream, I can see its silvery leaves swaying gently in the breeze, like..."

Laurent's gaze passed through the stained glass, drifted into the distance, and landed on the huge silver maple sacred tree.

"It's like reaching out to me and leading me to it."

"This is an omen, a hint given to me by the God of Radiance."

Sera doesn't believe in God, and she understands all the so-called omens and hints as the fantasy dreams constructed in the subconscious of Laurent, who knows that she is not in good health.

He devoutly believed in the existence of the God of Radiance, and he had already written the script of death for himself.

If he believed this omen, Laurent would surely die, because this old man who believed in gods had no intention of living.

Sera clenched her fists tightly, and she really wanted to spit it out, but these rebellious words could not break through her throat, and could only sink down into a wisp of depression that could not dissipate.

The corner of Laurent's mouth twitched slightly. He saw Sera's performance in his eyes, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he stretched out his hand and gently touched her head.

"Go do your thing. Others always say that you are a bit irresponsible as a god's choice, but how do they know that the influence of your god's choice is beyond their imagination."

"Prince Colton is very hopeful to compete for the position in the Sligo Empire. It is necessary to build a good relationship with him now. This line, it is up to you to help the Theocracy continue to advance."

Sierra bowed slightly and said, "I'll do it right."

"I believe in your ability, go, I want to rest."

After the sound of Serra's footsteps faded away, the Pope's guard gently closed the door.

Laurende, who was lying on the bed, recalled Sera's expression just now and smiled.

"That's all."

Immediately, he murmured worriedly.

"The major powers are at a critical juncture of the transition of power again. I don't know if we can bring peace to the people of the Theocracy this time."

The news that Serra was the last to leave the Pope's residence spread quickly, which made the "Serra's succession theory" that had been quelled before have some arguments.

The Pope of the Holy Church of Silver Maple is generally selected in two ways.

One is the traditional election system, which is jointly elected by the six bishops of the Holy See and the bishops of Yinfeng who have been sent abroad.

The second is that the highly prestigious pope personally appoints the next pope.

Under normal circumstances, the pope is selected by the first method. After all, the pope whose reputation is so high that no one wants to question the person he chooses rarely appears.

Laurende happens to be this type. Even the most militant Sligo people, once they hear the news of Laurende's death, even if they are at war with other countries, they will take the initiative to stop the war, lay down their weapons, go to the Church to mourn, and then Go back and continue beating life and death.

Laurent did not leave anyone else behind, but had a conversation with Sera alone. This was so imaginative that many people turned their attention to the hill outside the capital of the Theocracy.

Unaware of the waves the conversation had created, Sierra was in the storeroom at home picking out gifts for Prince Colton.

"The Forbidden Stone... It's so well preserved and in such good condition that I don't even have a second one... Forget it, get another one."

"Ordinary gems... this is too perfunctory."

"Just don't give gifts at all...it doesn't meet the standard of diplomatic interests."

Giving gifts is really a headache. If you give too much, you will feel distressed, and it is not easy to get reimbursed.

If there is less delivery, I am afraid that the other party will be dissatisfied and the desired effect will not be achieved.

Why can't people from the Holy See help with this kind of thing, and just take it away and get it done?

"Selah...Selah, I'm hungry."

Sera poked his head out from the underground storage room, and found that the big eyeballs of the stupid dragon were "embedded" in the windows of the house, and the windows were covered with water mist by his exhaled breath.

"Hey." Sera sighed, walked to the table, activated the communication circle, and asked the believers at the foot of the mountain to send up the collected fruits.

Benlong, who was lying on the ground eating fruit, saw Sera busy, and asked curiously, "Serra is going out again?"

"Yes, I don't know how long I will be going this time. It is said that I will go to Sligo to attend the wedding, but in fact I still need to deal with some interpersonal matters."

Laurend's words are very clear. Since Sligo is about to change power, it is necessary to let the Theocracy increase a little presence in Sligo before everything happens, so as to ensure that no matter who wins in the end, can maintain the existing national policy.

The mission of the Theocracy has already gone one step ahead, they are in charge of the public, and Sera is naturally in charge of the secret.

"Selah, Selah..."

"explain."

"You take me with you... There is no one at home, so boring."

Stupid dragon stuck his chin to the ground, and looked at Sera aggrievedly.

This is not an excessive request, but the stupid dragon behaved very humblely.

Seeing such a humble stupid dragon, Sera suddenly realized that after she brought him home, although she had been taking care of him seriously, she often left him alone at home because of "business trips".

I thought everyone had a different concept of time, and Stupid Dragon wouldn't feel lonely, but it doesn't look like that.

Stupid Dragon is still just a child, this age is when he longs to see the outside world.

Lulu could have helped him go for a walk outside, but an explosion killed him.

Looking at the poor stupid dragon, Sera patted his mouth: "Okay, I'll take you out this time."

Stupid dragon's round eyeballs are shining: "Really?"

"When have I lied to you?" Sera said, "But you have to promise me that you must obey the rules. That's another country. Once you get into trouble, I won't be able to deal with it."

"Stupid dragon must be obedient."

Sierra looked at the stupid dragon and nodded again and again, and burst out laughing.

How can a dragon be so naive? If it grows like this, can it still be a dragon that can make people's hearts tremble with a single roar?

Sera didn't think the stupid dragon could cause trouble either. This guy is so obedient, and I don't know how Lulu tamed him before. Let him go east and dare not go west, let him stand still, he doesn't even move a step, Almost like a dog.

I originally planned to borrow the griffin from the Holy See, but now there is no need for that. Sera jumped onto the back of the stupid dragon with the confirmed gift. With a loud dragon roar, the stupid dragon flew up to the sky with Sera .

As the night deepened, two figures appeared outside the silent Serra's house. They seemed to have cast some special magic. Their figures were erratic like smoke, and the strange smoke kept surging, making it impossible to see their faces and body outlines clearly. .

The two of them seemed to know the mechanism layout of Serra's house, and they easily avoided several magic circles that could trigger the alarm.

"If you didn't know the layout in advance, normal people would probably have been tricked here."

One of the shadows said happily.

"After all, it is chosen by God... I hope there will be no more troublesome things to deal with in the room."

Carefully pushing open the door, compared to the crisis-ridden courtyard, there was no magical atmosphere in the room, which made the two shadows heave a sigh of relief.

Also, if a particularly violent magic mechanism is arranged in the room, once it is activated, it is easy to destroy important objects together, and no one should do this.

The black shadow walked into the house and went straight to the study room. Among the piles of papers, the two quickly searched and read.

"No…"

"No…"

"Why not?"

"There is no relevant content, how can this be?"

"Such an important thing doesn't have to be placed in an obvious place, look for the dark layer."

The two shadows groped for a while, and finally, with their rich experience, found a book on the bookcase that could not be removed at all.

After trying to twist the book a little, the bookcase slid to the sides, revealing a bare wall.

"Sure enough, there is a dark wall." One of the shadows was about to try to open the dark wall when he was stopped by another one.

"Be careful, don't forget, God's Chosen is someone who can tie with a seventh-level magician. Lulutis has suffered in her hands, first check whether there is a magic mechanism."

Hearing this, the impulsive black shadow immediately calmed down a lot, took out an iron box, and cautiously inspected the dark wall through the shimmering light from the forbidden magic stone inlaid on the iron box.

Seeing the magic circle revealed little by little, the black figure who had just been rash broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sure enough, there is a magic circle, but it doesn't seem too complicated. As long as the magic source that provides the magic power is covered, we can easily crack it."

Following the aura exuded by the magic circle, the two shadows finally identified the source of the magic, which was an inconspicuous pen holder placed on the desk.

If it weren't for their rich experience, who would have thought that a pen holder is actually providing magic power for the defensive magic circle?

"Put the magic stone in, to cover it."

The moment the black shadow magic stone was put into the pen holder, a dazzling light shone on the dark wall.

Fiery light instantly filled the entire room, and huge energy burst out at a single point.

The guards patrolling below the residence of God's Chosen raised their heads in surprise, and the top of the mountain was inexplicably bright as day.

In the next second, a terrifying explosion resounded all around, and the capital of Yinfeng Shengjiao Kingdom, which had already fallen asleep, woke up from the violent explosion. The ears of the guards at the foot of the mountain were buzzing, and it took a long time to recover their hearing.

All of a sudden, countless priests rushed out of the brightly lit Holy See.

"Isn't that the residence of Lord Chosen..."

"Why did it explode, quick, quick, quick, organize people to fight the fire, quick!"

"Master God Chosen has already traveled to Sligo, why did her residence suddenly explode... The burst of magic power is so strong..."

The big explosion in the God's Chosen residence caused a large number of magicians to rush to the scene immediately.

The strong residual magic power makes it almost impossible for magicians to perceive everything around them.

Serra's house was in flames...in ruins, I should say.

The magicians worked for a long time before the fire subsided.

Soon, the magicians made a discovery.

The wreckage of a suspicious person was found in the fire scene, but it had been torn apart and burned to coke, and no useful information could be extracted at all.

Pope Laurent, who was awakened, came to the scene, and after hearing the reports of the magicians, he was furious.

Someone broke into the residence chosen by God at night, what is the intention of these two people?

Laurent, who has always been known for his benevolence, gave his instructions in a stern tone.

"A thorough investigation."

The guard captain, who was silent like a cicada, left with this short but angry order. He knew that many people might not be able to sleep tonight.

A magician who was in charge of the on-site investigation waited until Laurende calmed down a bit, then took a wall brick and walked to Laurende to report.

"Master Pope, we have discovered that the magic contained in these wall tiles does not seem to be written by Lord Serra."

"Master Sierra is good at elemental magic of water and grass. She has the strength to match the seventh-level magic of these two elements... However, she rarely dabbles in magic of the fire attribute. For this reason, she specially asked Luluti of Solon Si asks, this matter, you should remember."

The Pope frowned: "Go ahead."

"The remnants of magic make me suspect that these two intruders are holding a scroll of a seventh-level magician, and they have such scrolls for self-defense..."

The magician did not dare to speak any more.