1470 Ambassador and Bishop
“Mr. Ambassador, please come this way.”
The ambassador of the Declan Empire to the Kingdom of Saclerda, Paramesen Oler, nodded and smiled at Archbishop Sekremin of the Esevy Goddess 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 Goddess 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. Ambassador to come, so how can I not come? Otherwise, if word gets out, our Esevy Goddess Cult will be mocked by the entire Milky Way for not knowing the rules. Am I right, Mr. Ambassador?”
Ambassador Oler also laughed, but he did not answer.
In fact, this was naturally not the first time he and Ambassador 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 identities were sensitive, they had not interacted much before. It was something that they had never thought of personally receiving Archbishop Sekremin to the Goddess Esevy’s temple like today.
Before figuring out the exact intentions of the empire and the other party’s reaction, Ambassador Oler naturally would not show any more clear attitude.
Of course, Archbishop Sekremin knew this very well. Therefore, he turned to exchange a few pleasantries with Ambassador 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 Ambassador 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. Ambassador.”
“Oh? Is that so?” Ambassador 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 ambassador, 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 Assembly in the Declan Empire these few days. I believe there are many things entangled. Don’t tire yourself out.”
Ambassador 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 Ambassador Oler again, his expression suddenly changed and he looked up.
At the same time, Ambassador Oler raised his head and looked at the top of the floating shuttle they were on.
Bang!
A muffled sound sounded above his head, followed by a few arguments. It sounded like the followers brought by Ambassador Oler were arguing with the people of the Esevy Goddess Cult.
Archbishop Sekremin and Ambassador 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.
Ambassador Oler opened his personal terminal and instructed without any other action.
A moment later, two high-level priests of the Esevy Goddess Cult flew in with two followers of Ambassador 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?” Ambassador Oler asked with a frown.
The subordinate who was not holding anyone walked over and escaped with a small bag that he handed to Ambassador Oler.
Ambassador 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 “Ambassador Oler, please take a look”.
Ambassador 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 ambassador 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 Ambassador Oler’s main goal in coming to the Light of Esevy to participate in this Goddess’ 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, Ambassador 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, Ambassador 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 ambassador’s follower and he sighed deeply in his mind.
This memorial ceremony was really exhausting.
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