Chapter 62 - His majesty the pope who spreads the holy light (5) (1/2)
Chapter 62
His majesty the pope who spreads the holy light (5)
Translated by: Niladri
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Como County was located in the beautiful Darack Valley. Even though the town had a small population and trade was underdeveloped, but it had a tourist attraction. In Como County, there was a magnificent temple, and every year a large number of followers poured in from other provinces to make pilgrimages on the Day of Sacred Praise.
The Temple of Darak, built 3,000 years ago, was rumored to have been the last miracle of the God of light in the form of this remote little temple. After that miracle, the southern provinces spent five years of tax revenue to completely renovate the Darak Temple. The whole temple was built of white stone from the Raven Mountains. The base was constructed by the most skilled dwarf architects. White elves were invited to carve engravings on every pillar of the temple and to paint the portrait of the God of light and the angels below him on the vault of the temple.
Bishop Bernie’s greatest pride since he took charge of the Temple of Darak was that whenever His Holiness preached in the southern provinces every year, he always made a deliberate detour to Como County, which was situated in a remote location.
“This is a gift from God.” His Majesty the Pope said so when he first saw the Temple of Darak.
Although that was decades ago, Bishop Bernie still remembered the Pope’s praise of the Temple of Darak.
Today’s weather was still very good, blue sky and white clouds, God has given us light. Bishop Bernie lay on a big soft bed. The moment he opened his eyes, he saw the clear sky. He thought it was a good day for morning prayers.
No, I went to bed in my bedroom last night. How can I see the sky? Bishop Bernie suddenly sat up and found himself sleeping in the street in front of the temple. Next to his big soft four-pillar bed, there were still people lying on the ground, all probationary priests and permanent priests of the temple.
At present, the place that should have had the Temple of Darak was empty.
Should I be glad to have woken up in bed? Bishop Bernie had such an idea in his head.
Wrong! The Temple of Darak is missing! Missing! The God of light was above. This was definitely a miracle. Has the miracle finally been repeated? The Temple of Darak must have received favor from the God of Light and was taken to the Divine Realm as his own palace. Bishop Bernie prostrated on the ground, and prayed devoutly.
The artwork-like Darak Temple was now in front of Lu Heng.
“Is this the Temple of Darak?” Lu Heng hesitated to ask.
On that day, after Lu Heng put forward the idea of practicing in a temple, Ionas had left for two days. Although the Dragon had left, the island was too high off the mainland to be helpful even if he could levitate.
In the early morning that day, Ionas returned. Lu Heng saw him sporting a deep and unfathomable expression on his face, but his eyes couldn’t help betray a trace of smugness. Lu Heng doubted if he was in his dragon form, he would certainly be wagging his huge tail.
Once he came out of the cave, Lu Heng remained frozen in shock for a while, and then repeated the same question.
“Lishcus, oh, he’s an insignificant green dragon. You don’t have to remember his name. His bard informed me that the Pope of Light had once praised the Temple of Darak. But don’t get me wrong,” Ionas continued. “I didn’t go to Lishcus specifically for this. I just slept for a long time and felt a little stiff. I exchanged a few moved with him, and then we had a little chat.”
“Io, you’ve moved the whole Darak Temple?” Lu Heng still couldn’t believe his eyes.
“Esmond’s dead anyway, and nobody will be coming to make trouble for me.” When Ionas thought about it, he felt that he appeared to be abusing the authority of the Dragon Lord. “Of course, even if Esmond was not dead, I would not be afraid to fight him.”
Esmond was the God of light. Ionas really knew about the fall of the gods. The Dragon Lord would rather have remained a demigod than go to the divine realm. Did he know something long ago? This Ionas may not be as simple as he seemed on the surface.
“I’m just a little surprised at your ability.” Lu Heng did not allow even a trace of what was in his heart to show on his face.
“Of course, there is nothing the Great Dragon Lord can’t do. This whole Dragon Island, I allowed it float up, what is this small temple?” Ionas was very proud. “Although with Esmond dead, I don’t know how you can practice through prayer, but it’s fine as long as you are happy.”
“Thank you great Dragon Lord, for your help.” Lu Heng bowed slightly. This demigod knows that the gods have fallen, but he isn’t asking anything.
“Isn’t it necessary to use kisses to express gratitude? Isn’t it most sincere??” Ionas felt that Lu Heng’s thanks was too insincere.