Chapter 1183 – The Path of Concealed Divinity (2/2)
God was afraid.
He was afraid that humans would come to the Sacred Light Continent.
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The light of dusk fell on the window.
Chen Changsheng walked up to the window and looked out at the lawn around the school.
Many teachers and students were eating dinner on the lawn. When they saw him at the window, they cheerily called out to him.
He was suddenly a little unwilling.
It was time to leave.
He had been a very diligent student in these last few years. He now had an excellent grasp of this continent's history, knowledge of magic, geography, and culture.
And based on his calculations, Yourong was going to get here soon.
This world was so big that he worried that she would not be able to find him.
He had once attempted to inquire on Su Li's whereabouts but had come away empty-handed. Even a cardinal he had happened to come across by chance had never heard of him.
It was only the leader of the assassins who could so perfectly conceal any news of his whereabouts.
Of course, it was also possible that the Holy See had deliberately blocked any information on him from getting out.
He decided to go to the Holy City and see what was going on at the Holy See.
Most importantly, he was sure that Xu Yourong would go to the Holy City.
Because the Pontifex Maximus was there.
The Holy Emperor and the Pontifex Maximus were the two most powerful people on the Sacred Light Continent. No one was sure which of them wielded the most authority.
What one could be sure of was that the Pontifex Maximus was the strongest expert of the Sacred Light Continent.
He was called the man closest to God.
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Half a month was needed for the fastest carriage to travel from Greenbow County to the Holy City, which was considered a very long journey.
Most usually stopped at La Roussel Monastery for a while, resting and replenishing their supplies.
As Chen Changsheng contemplated the mashed potatoes, hard black bread, and fried fish on his plate, for the first time, he began to think of home.
After casually eating his dinner, he returned to his room and diligently cleaned himself. At ten o'clock, he promptly lay on his bed and began to sleep so that he could wake up at five o'clock in the morning.
Strangely, maybe because the moonlight outside the window was too white or the last cries of the autumn cicadas were too plaintive, he couldn't get any sleep.
As he gazed at the frosty moonlight in front of his bed, he decided that once he picked up Yourong and traveled around with her for a bit, he would go home, not waiting for Luoluo and the others.
This decision failed to compose his mind. He still could not sleep.
Chen Changsheng did not wave his hand to instantly kill all the autumn cicadas around the monastery, nor did he summon a cloud to block out the Moon. He put on some clothes and took a stroll.
Unwittingly, he walked into the deepest part of the monastery. The stone bastion here was unlit and appeared rather sinister.
To cultivators of the Concealed Divinity Realm, there was no such thing as 'unwittingly'. He had already sensed that there was a problem here, but he had elected to ignore it.
Excepting those few existences like the Pontifex Maximus, there was no one in this world that could threaten him, and traps and ambushes were meaningless.
There was an array under the stone bastion, and invisible magic lines crisscrossed through the weeds. Even experts like archbishops or paladins would not be able to cross these boundaries.
Chen Changsheng heard several cries for help.
The calls for help were coming from a dungeon. Only by pulling aside the weeds would one be able to see a very small air vent.
There were no lights in the dungeon, but he was able to clearly see what was inside.
The person imprisoned in that dungeon had a sealed iron mask on his head and was wearing tattered clothes.
The stark white moonlight on the iron mask made it look even more terrifying.
A few blades of grass were growing in the chinks of the mask.
It was hard to say how many years this person had been imprisoned here.
The prisoner became ecstatic upon seeing Chen Changsheng, even a little crazy, ramming his metal mask against the walls.
Chen Changsheng quietly watched, waiting for him to calm down.
”Teacher, save me!”
The man in the iron mask crawled up to the air vent and pleaded for help in a trembling voice.
Chen Changsheng asked, ”Who are you?”
The man in the iron mask replied, ”I am Augustus.”
Chen Changsheng asked, ”You were waiting for me?”
It was obvious that someone had done something in the monastery to intentionally draw Chen Changsheng to this place.
Someone who could silently influence Chen Changsheng's judgment had to possess an unfathomable cultivation.
Chen Changsheng also smelled a very familiar scent on these plans, so he was in a rather good mood and was willing to listen to what this prisoner had to say.
”Someone who called himself a traveler told me that as long as I patiently waited and sincerely prayed, Sir would take me as a student and rescue me from this place.”
The man in the iron mask was clearly not lying.
Only that person would be so bored as to call himself a traveler and say such things.
”How could you be sure that the person he spoke of was me?”
Chen Changsheng asked.
The man in the iron mask excitedly said, ”You were completely able to ignore the seal laid down by that evil traitor Richelieu! It must be Sir!”
Chen Changsheng recalled that Cardinal Richelieu was a supporter of the Holy Emperor.
”Just who are you?”
The man in the iron mask said, ”I really am called Augustus. I was once a paladin, and I was the Holy Emperor's younger twin. I've already been imprisoned here for many years.”
At the end, his voice began to tremble once more. He appeared to be in great pain, full of venom and resentment.
His eyes naturally contained none of these emotions. They were full of hope and anxiety, afraid as he was that Chen Changsheng might leave, and there were even a few tears.
These simple words allowed one to imagine an oft-seen story of court politics.
Chen Changsheng fell into thought and said, ”I'm going to the Holy City. We might not be going the same way.”
The man in the iron mask nervously said, ”We are! We definitely are! Even if Sir wants to go to the Netherworld, I'll absolutely follow in Sir's footsteps!”
Chen Changsheng asked, ”But what if I want to go to the Divine Kingdom?”