Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

But before Yusha Rose and Gray's forces could even make a move, pressure arrived from the Feather Clan and the Holy See.

The Feather Clan wants Gray to find the omen of death quickly, then force him to reveal the truth behind the frame-up, and remove the stigma from their heads.

His own reputation has been ruined by Gray, and the Holy See is also dissatisfied with his behavior, which is gradually escalating into dissatisfaction with the Feather Clan.

Bringing an army to enforce the law within the country is one thing, but they even raped their holy maiden!

It wasn't over yet; they made it public knowledge! Where does that leave the dignity of their sacred Vatican?

The Vatican acted swiftly, immediately stripping Yusha Rose of her rights and hiding her away to prevent public anger and discontent from causing losses to the Vatican.

In short, it's about hiding away and avoiding trouble for now.

It was thought that this scandal would gradually subside, and Gray would continue his search for the Dead Sign.

But as the instigator of everything, Domi is not going to let the chaos and disputes he has so painstakingly stirred up subside, nor will he give either side much time to think.

A day later, he appeared in the abbot's office with a death omen, and a photo of him chatting and laughing with the abbot was finally sent to the high-ranking members of the Feather Clan.

He sent it in advance, the timing was perfect.

The high-ranking members of the Feather Clan immediately became restless, especially the clan leader, who cursed the Holy See as a worthless organization!

They claimed they were cooperating with them to search for omens of death, but they secretly hoarded them! Isn't that going against them?

"War! War! I want to wage war against the Holy See!"

"Chieftain, calm down!"

"Think twice!"

"Chieftain, is it possible that this was edited in later?"

"Could it be a conspiracy to shift the blame and bring disaster to the east?"

After being persuaded by everyone, the clan chief calmed down and then ordered Gray to take the photos to the Vatican for a confrontation, demanding that they reveal the omen of death immediately, or else war would break out!

That's right, this is the decision the clan leader made after calming down.

It may seem like nothing has changed, but in fact, it provides an opportunity for a buffer, thus testing the Papacy.

At this time, most of the Papacy's main forces were still on the front lines, but the highly mobile Feather Clan army could immediately reach the Papacy's skies, so the Papacy would definitely have to give it serious consideration.

Is it really not true, or are they determined to cover up the omen of death?

If they're determined to cover it up, then let's go to war, and nobody will get away with it.

If there really isn't one, and you're already under immense pressure yet still trying to explain, then it's definitely a death omen plot.

By then, the army had already surrounded the Holy Kingdom, and the omen of death was still inside the Holy Kingdom. Since the Holy See did not specifically protect them, they had no choice but to allow the army to enter the Holy Kingdom to conduct a search.

Under this inescapable net, there is no way for Death to escape.

This decision may seem reckless, but it actually kills three birds with one stone, since they don't know if the Vatican is a trustworthy entity.

When Gray relayed the message from above to the archbishop and the pope, they were both dumbfounded.

Why the hell are they covering up a death omen? Even in a desperate situation, you can't just try anything.

Chapter 160, Page 159: Yusha Rose, step down! Step down!

They knew perfectly well whether the Vatican had done it or not; they hadn't even seen a trace of the person from the Death Sign, so what nonsense about hiding it!

So they immediately sent someone to find Gray, and together they went to the Radiant Women's Convent to verify the truth face-to-face with the Abbess.

The old lady in charge of the hospital was also speechless. How could she be sitting face to face with such a wanted criminal and chatting and laughing with him?

He must be seriously mentally ill; what's the point?

But the photos are right in front of her, and she's in deep trouble now, there's no way she can explain herself.

"I've never seen this person before!"

“Everyone can lie,” Gray sneered. “If you brought me here merely to hear her testimony, can I take that as a delaying tactic?”

The high-ranking Vatican officials in charge of this matter also looked very grim.

Without conclusive evidence to prove the Dean's innocence, it will be difficult to eliminate the rift between them and the Feather Clan.

The matter made no progress, and the group parted on bad terms.

Seven days passed in the blink of an eye, and the Papacy received news from the scouts at the front that the Feather Clan's army was already on its way to the Papacy.

However, the Papacy is currently unable to recall its troops from the front lines, and once they withdraw, the demons will invade.

Therefore, the Papacy used its influence to condemn the actions of the Feathered Clan.

They themselves are sending troops and funding to fight and die on the front lines, while the Feathered Clan, living in the heavens, are spared from the calamity. Now, they're turning their attention to the main force resisting the Demon Clan! It's truly disheartening!

The churches of the Glorious Church were scattered throughout the main continent, and within a few days everyone knew about the Winged Race's despicable behavior.

Even if a reconciliation is eventually reached, this impact will not be easily eliminated.

Because people's first impression of something is often deeply ingrained, changing that impression requires paying many times the price.

However, the high-ranking members of the Feather Clan didn't seem to care much. Their residences were far from the ground, and they had little interaction with each other anyway, so why should they care about how others perceived them?

What does impression matter when it comes to personal gain?

This is the reason why the Feathered Clan is so fearless.

So their march did not slow down in the slightest, and the vast cloud of 'angel legions' flew toward the theocracy like a divine punishment descended by the gods.

This time, they will act in place of the gods to punish the disloyal and hypocritical believers.

Inside the Papal Council Chamber, the Pope, dressed in elegant attire, sat with two archbishops, one in red and one in white, while high-ranking officials from various departments sat below him.

"The Feathered Clan army is pressing in and is currently stationed on our border. Does anyone have any objections?" The Pope's voice was weak and listless.

Cardinal Roderick briefly explained the current defensive situation within the Church:

"Although the main force is still on the front line, with the help of the mage tower and the domestic garrison, we can at least withstand the full-scale attack of the Winged Clan for half a month."

"Sir Roderick, in the past, when the enemy attacked us, we could defend for months without any problem, right? Why do we only have so little time left now?"

“Your Holiness, the Feathered Race is unlike other forces. Our city walls are nothing in front of their wings. The city walls are the military fortifications that we have worked hard to build. Without the city walls, the defensive effect of the mage towers alone will naturally be greatly reduced.”

“This may just be a test by the Feather Clan,” said the white-robed archbishop in charge of internal affairs, sitting opposite Roderick.

"Your Majesty, they may just be trying to put pressure on us to see if we are hiding any signs of death. It is obvious that we are not."

Even knowing this outcome wouldn't change the situation in the slightest. Our army has already surrounded us; they could easily demand entry into our territory for a large-scale search.

The Pope's expression immediately darkened:

"Absolutely not! If that happens, the authority of the theocracy will be trampled underfoot. As a kingdom of gods, I will not allow such a thing to happen!"

“In that case, a great war will be inevitable,” Roderick sighed.

"Very well...Very well, what a winged race!" The Pope was so angry he was practically spitting fire: "So arrogant, huh? Once the war with the demons is over, they'll definitely pay!"

"Your Majesty, our aerial combat strength is no match for the Feathered Clan..." Bi Ma Wen, who was in charge of raising the celestial horses, knew best the combat strength of his own aerial army.

Pegasus warriors can ride winged steeds into the sky, but how can their mobility compare to that of the winged race whose wings are on their own bodies?

On the vast stage of the sky, in this era, mobility determines everything.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, the Holy Kingdom was cornered by the Feathered Clan when it was at its most vulnerable, suffering immense humiliation.

The Pope covered his face with his hands and prayed to the gods, hoping that if he could find the omen of death, all the problems would be solved.

However, they had already begun searching for signs of death when the Feathered Clan announced the relevant measures, but so far they have found nothing.

Prayer is ultimately wishful thinking; if it could actually work, that would be a miracle...

Just then, the council chamber doors suddenly opened, and a fully armed faith warrior in medium armor walked in and reported:

"A strange man claiming to be a teammate of Death Omen requested an audience, saying that he had something that you gentlemen needed."

Did the prayers really work?

The Pope, as if he had seen some hope, quickly ordered the guards to bring the man in.

Then, the high-ranking members of the Vatican saw a rather abstract figure walk in, shirtless and wearing a bizarre pigeon-head hood...

It's the original shill.

The tout didn't bother with pleasantries, though there wasn't much to say anyway, and went straight to calling out:

"As you all just heard, I am Death's teammate, and I know exactly where he is!"

wtf?

Everyone's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The surprise came so suddenly that they were a little taken aback.

How could such a deeply hidden omen of death be exposed in the end because of betrayal by his companion?

However, for them, it was indeed a welcome piece of good news, like rain after a long drought.

The Archbishop immediately had an extra chair added, politely inviting Toll to sit down, and then they could have a proper discussion about the matter.

However, Tuoer waved his hand and said, "I can just stand here. It shouldn't take long."

"Alright then, what are your conditions? You can tell me now."

“Of course.” Toll held up one finger. “My request is simple: ten million coins.”

Ten million Papal coins—that's no exaggeration to say it's an outrageous demand.

One coin equals 0.8 gold dragons, so ten million coins would equal eight million gold dragons.

It's not that the Vatican can't afford ten million, but using ten million to exchange for a position is just too outrageous.

Roderick wouldn't give him the same warm welcome as the white-robed man and the Pope; he directly threatened him:

"Aren't you afraid that we'll lock you up on charges of being a traitor to the Party and force you to reveal your secrets? That way, we won't have to pay anything, and you'll get nothing but a beating."

"How about we compromise and you suggest a number that we can both accept?"

Years of war have strained the Vatican's coffers, so it's best to save money wherever possible.

Upon hearing this, Toler simply shrugged and said nonchalantly: