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Very……

Incredible.

Far more plain and approachable than she had imagined, yet astonishingly beyond her wildest imagination of what they worshiped.

She didn't know what else to react besides marveling and worshiping this masterpiece, one of the pinnacles of the perfect combination of various elements in the universe.

This was the first impression that High Priest Sandra had when she saw His Highness Conrad Coze.

This is definitely not human.

This can only be God.

High Priest Sandra was filled with tears and worshiped.

When she chanted the name "O Lord of Mercy and Forgiveness!" loudly toward the Lord of the Night on the throne and prepared to speak more beautiful words.

--Well.

Then she heard an extremely sharp roar and the sound of something breaking through the air, as well as the sound of gasps around her, and finally someone's sonorous and powerful shout from ancient times that no one could understand.

"Fuck!!!!"

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"Thank you... thank you. Kind lady." The shocked Sandra was wearing a brand new linen skirt and robe in the room next to the infirmary. The wounds on her throat and chest were still aching, and her soul Her talent and abundant spiritual energy reserves instinctively saved her life at that moment.

Although it only happened for a short moment, her brain was no longer willing to recall any details of the attack - just trying to touch it even a little bit would make her stomach and internal organs hang together with instinctive fear. Hanging and convulsing.

"It's okay. Well, do you need a new shawl? I can give you mine too, but it may be a little old..." Octavia thoughtfully handed her a cup of steaming drink, Sandra said La took it gratefully and took a sip, then opened her eyes wide.

"Your throne!" she shouted. "What is this? What kind of nectar is this? What are you giving me to drink? I feel warmth and strength pouring into my body from my throat and stomach!"

"Ah." Octavia was obviously a little surprised by her reaction, "This is... a drink that His Highness likes to drink very much, oh, but the one I gave you is my special version, and there is indeed something added in it. Less nutritional supplements and extra synthetic molasses.”

"Honey?!" the priestess shouted, "Is this miraculous taste that explodes on the taste buds the legendary taste of honey?!"

"Uh. Yeah. But, sorry, I'm not surprised there's no honey, but don't you have synthetic sugar here?"

"No, this legendary sweet thing was all consumed here more than three hundred years ago. Maybe chewing the starch until it decomposes into a thick slurry in the mouth will have a hint of sweetness, then It’s rare, dear lady, and the Grand Regent has decided that everyone needs to prioritize survival, and we don’t have any extra starch to use for refining sugar.”

Sandra's answer gave Octavia a look of genuine apologies for such a trivial matter, the kind that only a person who has spent most of his life living in poverty would have.

The priestess immediately realized that the distinguished navigator in front of her was a person who could really ask her questions. Although her identity seemed to Sandra to be untouchable above the clouds, she had felt it from the Son of God for some time in the past. The sense of neglect greatly increased her sense of urgency, and she must seize every opportunity...

She tried to put on the most friendly smile on her pale face, "It's okay, Ms. Octavia, but if you can," she said, "could you tell me, Conrad Lord Curze, our Son of God and Savior?”

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“I knew from that moment on that we were destined to spread His gospel to all people in this bright starry sky above us;

Just as the light from our hands shines down upon the earth in imitation of his starlight.

Please stay! My friend, would you like to hear about our Son and Savior? "

————"Sweet Silence" Sandra

"Memoirs of the First Ecclesiastical Archbishop of the Nostramo Sector and Grand Sister of the Astropathic Monastery"

Recording Room: The First Scribing Room of Thessaguarsa Astrology Monastery

Level: Top Secret·Core

Borrowing Records: Confidential

Recording time: between approximately 888-999·M41, this time coefficient was jointly revised by the Order of Chronology and (a blurry name)

Before I start writing these words, I don’t want to talk too much about the events that happened before my formal conversation with His Highness Coates.

*There is an obvious pause in the writing on the parchment here, showing that the writer was thinking at that time.

Even so, it is necessary for me to add a little caution, because I know that things in the world will always happen after the passage of time. I do not want His Highness Coze’s reputation to be damaged in any way due to my careless words.

Yes, I was injured at the time. I was injured by His Highness Curze's divine beast messenger. He scratched my throat and heart. The crude but thick enough psychic shield I cast in panic saved me. Life.

But I later believed from beginning to end that it was just because my own psychic powers were too extensive or very barbaric and rude at that time, which made His Highness Curze's acting divine beast envoy at that time so dissatisfied with me.

If you think that this is to whitewash the record for future generations or say some flattering words, you are totally wrong.

As long as you read my record below with a fair heart, you will never think that His Highness Conrad Curze is the kind of lawless person who kills people as soon as they meet.

When my wound was sutured by a professional, rigorous and extremely beautiful silver-eyed (here is a heavy writing strength) angel pharmacist of the Lord of the Night with the fastest and most neat technique and speed I have ever seen, I actually felt much better.

But I didn't expect that after being sent to a comfortable ward, the great Ms. Melvalien would come to visit me - of course, I didn't know how powerful she was at the time - I later always firmly supported her to become the head of the navigator family, and she was more powerful than any navigator in some ways.

After Ms. Melvalien distributed her nectar to me, I immediately felt the strength and spirit returned to me, and I learned from her that this magical liquid that exudes the power of rich bitterness and sweetness was first made and distributed to everyone by His Highness Curze.

Anyway, although I later learned that this recipe might be a kind of Rekha coffee during my years fighting for the Eighth Army, I will never forget the feeling when I drank the first sip of "Rekha coffee of the Day of Sprouting Party".

And this Rekha coffee got its name from the name of the famous party we were going to attend next.

"Day of Sprouting" party.

That day...

(The first parchment of the memoir ends here, and the metal fingers of the automatic servant open the yellowed second volume for the reader)