816 Coming Home Empty-handed Part 2 (1/2)

”Very well, I will bring her back to you. Before that, I will need my old equipment.”

”This is not within the terms!”

”Theisio, do you need to be such a cheapskate? I know you have got a lot in your collection. The dead brothers I used to work with, their gear is in your hands, no?”

Theisio spoke with anguish, ”Go collect it yourself at the Seventh Church.”

”As you wish, your holiness,” Don said as he turned into a streak of white light and slithered out through the opening that was hardly larger than a book.

”Get back here at once!” Theisio yelled at the top of his lungs, yet Don was nowhere to be found.

Don vanished before Theisio was aware of anything in his room, and yelled when he knew what happened, ”Someone! Get someone here at once!”

Several high priests showed up at the door, and Theisio was then all flustered. He waved his subordinates away and chose to jump over the window, flying to the Seventh Church personally instead.

The Seventh Church was an ancient ruin with a history spanning over one-thousand years. When the Lord of Glory came to spread the faith, it was written in the Codex that there were seven days in a week, as the gods created the world in seven days.

Everyone on the Myers Mainland was in agreeance that there were six days in a week, corresponding to the transitional rules taking place between the six elements, though. The Seventh Church symbolized the adamant will of the gods within the Holy City. The Holy See persisted with the daily life and prayer routine of having seven days in a week, even though that cost them a lot of followers.

The pope knew what Don was up to. There was only a handful who were capable of stopping the escaped prisoner within the city. His silhouette drew a streak through the sky, and a beam of white light was seen right above the Seventh Church, shooting down and collapsing the place's roof. The earth shook. Within mere seconds, the core of the Seventh Church, the chapel for holding prayers, a building of sixty yards tall, was seen cracking apart.

The sight had the pope flying into a rage, and he almost raised his staff but decided at the last minute to put it down. ”I take down Don, then what? Kill the fellow, or continue locking the fellow up?”

The pope lowered his staff and took out a book. The cover of the book in his hand glittered with golden light, seemingly having an uncountable amount of holy prose shimmering in and out between the streaks.

Theisio opened the book and shouted, ”Restore!”

Holy lights flew from all over Holy City and fell onto the Seventh Church simultaneously. The cracks on the building itself were quickly repaired. Then, a boom was heard from within the church, followed by tens of holy masters fleeing for their lives from the front gate. The building with a history spanning one-thousand years, crumbled shortly after.

A streak of bright light shot up from the resulting pile of dust and smoke. It spoke to Theisio in a nonchalant manner, ”Theisio, I will now go get the job done. You get busy with fixing the place.”

Don's silhouette was lost within the light heading far away. Theisio's eyes were cold. He put the book away slowly, and a grin appeared on his face.

If he could have retrieved the ring on Lex's finger, it would have been worth seeing everyone in the Seventh Church dead. He would never be a true pope with one out of the three Godly Items lost. That ring seemed to be a fitting replacement for the Seal of Divine Power.

Don retrieved his old gear from the ruined church. He changed into a white robe and went soaring higher.

Was the prisoner doing this to save his daughter? That did not seem so. Even if his daughter was returned, she would have been rendered a lost cause. He was clear of the pivotal council's methods. No normal human being was able to ever return as who they were before after what they went through there.

So was it done in revenge to Theisio? While he had indeed committed sins, that had nothing to do with Theisio.

Was the prisoner doing it because of contempt for everyone as he claimed, then?

Daliang enjoyed breezy weather in the month of September. The palace had undergone basic repairs, and there were six other magic towers erected, all of which had six floors. With that, the place would never again be rendered totally defenseless when powerful enemies showed up at the door again.

With the Cloudflow invaders retreating and the Holy See's army heading north, the trouble with the clash of the three cities was resolved. There was hardly any tension left within Daliang. The gates were no longer shut. While there were hardly any faraway merchants stopping by, some mercenaries showed up and signed up to see if they could be as lucky as the Dragon-slaughtering Mercenary Group.

Don infiltrated the city without any trouble. He joined one of the mercenary groups as a mage. Dressed in a white robe and capable of playing up a few tricks, the mercenaries were more than happy to have Don among their ranks.

Don was, of course, no mage, but some magic did not require magic chords to conjure. He cooked up a lot of trouble in the past for having researched magic. That made him lose a good bunch of his brothers-in-arms. Don, without a doubt, had a great resentment towards magic. That did not stop him from researching and using magic though.

Don's mind seemed to be filled with evil fires every time he used magic, suppressing his urge to slaughter everyone around him.