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Sylvana opened her arms.

Wright was stunned for a moment, then he understood and picked up Sylvana and carried her to her seat.

Wright pulled Utozale aside and asked quietly, "What happened just now? That's not like you."

Chapter 220: Revenge Vacation

Utozalai laughed unabashedly.

"Hahahaha, Master Saint Envoy, are you asking why I stepped over them?"

"Because their survival is a gift from His Holiness the Pope, and they must prostrate themselves on the ground and pave the way for the Pope's arrival with their humble bodies."

Utozale's voice was very loud, as if he was not explaining it to himself, but to the group of people who were kneeling on the ground.

He knew Utozale a little bit. He had a kind and amiable personality. The reason he was so angry was probably because Sylvanas had suffered a lot of grievances before.

Sylvana looked at the group of crawling people and felt nothing in her heart.

The grievances she had experienced did not allow her to let go of them.

"I don't want to see you, please leave."

After hearing these words, those who were preaching in the church felt as if they had been pardoned. They all stood up and left. Only three holy messengers and one pope were left in the huge church.

"Your Holiness, you are kind-hearted after all. I would like to step on you again."

Sylvana waved her hands. "Well, alright, alright, the power has been consolidated. Those who deserved death have died, those who deserved dismissal have been dismissed, and there is no need to pursue the matter further."

"That's not enough. To sit in this position, you have to make everyone afraid of you. Only fear can make you feel in awe. This is the most effective and direct method."

Wutozalai looked at Wright quietly. "What does the Holy Envoy have to say?"

"Let's find an opportunity to gather everyone together. In the name of God, we will kill one person to warn a hundred, ten to warn a thousand, or a hundred to warn ten thousand. If soft tactics don't work, we'll use hard tactics."

"It doesn't matter even if we kill all of God's Cult until only our own people are left."

Even Utozalai found this method cruel.

Sylvana still felt a little reluctant: "Aren't you being too cruel?"

"Hahaha, how cruel! No matter if you are human or God, you will face a choice. It's like there are ten people and one person waiting for you to save them, but you can only save one side. Will you choose the majority or the minority?"

Sylvana remained silent.

"This is just one example, but the truth behind it is extremely real. When the interests of a minority conflict with the interests of the majority, the interests of the minority are no longer interests, and the minority cannot even be called human beings."

"Sacrifice is inevitable, so we can only choose to sacrifice a few to save the majority."

"Sylvana, you have died twice. You should learn from your previous two deaths."

Sylvana's face was full of confusion, while Utozale was a little at a loss.

"What do you mean by dying twice? Utozalai, are you hiding something from me?"

Wutozalai held his forehead helplessly. "Sure enough, the owners of the Secret Book of God are all talkative people."

Wright realized that he seemed to have said something wrong and immediately shut up.

Sylvana jumped down from her seat, steadied herself and walked up to Utozale to ask for an explanation.

"What the hell is going on, Utozalai."

Utozalai took a deep breath, spread out his white palms, and two books suddenly appeared in his hands.

"My Lord Bishop, your identity is not simple. I told you before that I wanted to hide it, but the Holy Envoy let it slip. I don't want to hide it anymore. This is the biography of your previous two lives. You should read it yourself."

Sylvana took the two books and suddenly felt that they were so heavy.

Although Sylvanas is powerful, she is still a child.

April could feel her stress.

"Why don't you let His Holiness take a break for a while? Too much stress is not good for your health."

Utozale looked at Sylvana.

Sylvana also looked at Utozale.

Maybe taking a break for a while is indeed the best option for her.

"Then take a break for a while."

Sylvana smiled in relief. "Great, now I can rest."

"Since it was Saint Ebo who proposed this, I'll leave the Bishop in your care."

Aibo also readily agreed to this. "Yeah."

At this time, Sylvana said: "I want to change my clothes. This dress is too flashy."

"Yes, Your Holiness."

Aibo took Sylvana's hand and slowly left, leaving only two people in the huge temple.

Wutozalai looked at the two people's backs as they walked away, wondering what he was thinking.

"Sorry."

Utozalai shook his head. "There's nothing to apologize for. The bishop will know this sooner or later. If I hide it, I'm afraid the bishop will be under too much pressure."

"I don't think so. Although the Bishop is young, he is very mentally strong."

"I think what Saint Envoy Light said just now is quite good, so I'll let you handle this matter."

The corner of Wright's mouth twitched. He never thought that such a big job would fall on him.

However, having gained so many benefits in the Church of God, it is time to do something.

"Lord Utozalai, both humans and gods need rest, so you should also take a proper rest."

The sudden concern made Utozale smile.

"Thank you for your concern. The Pope has a good impression of you. During the Pope's rest period, please spend more time with her."

Wright patted his chest.

"Don't worry, I won't let go of this opportunity to get close to you and gain your favor."

Wright patted Utozale on the shoulder and then left the temple.

"I hope your arrival will make Sylvanas happier."

Utozalai said, turning and walking into the void.

The scene changed, and Aibo, Light, and Sylvana were sitting on the way back to the monastery.

Sylvanas was wearing a little lavender dress.

I didn't know where to put my little hands and feet.

Wright couldn't help but sigh.

"There are more and more children in the monastery."

Ai Bo tidied up her messy hair and smiled brightly.

"Really? It's nice to have more people."

Sylvana looked at Aibo with a little expectation.

"Sister Aibo, is there anything fun in the monastery?"

Aibo was stunned for a moment. "It seems that there is indeed nothing. But it doesn't matter. These will be available soon."

Although there was nothing fun, the light in Sylvanas' eyes did not fade at all.

"I want to eat delicious food. The less nutritious it is, the more I want to eat. I want to stay in bed and sleep all day. I don't want to take a shower..."

Wright finally realized that Sylvana's vacation was purely a revenge vacation.

After being Pope for so long and having so many rules to follow, it's time to enjoy yourself.

The three of them returned to the monastery, and Aibo brought Sylvana to Long Xiaochen's dormitory.

The two girls, both of different identities, stared at each other.

Just as Ai Bo was about to say something, she saw Long Xiaochen stretch out his pink little hand.

"My name is Long Xiaochen, nice to meet you."

"My name is Sylvana Index, nice to meet you too."

Chapter 221: The First Pope - Ikhil Daya

Hearing the name, Long Xiaochen couldn't help but frowned.

"Your name is so long, isn't it tongue-twisting?"

Sylvana's eyes lit up and she nodded repeatedly.

"You also think it's hard to pronounce, right? I've wanted to change my name for a long time, but unfortunately Utozale wouldn't let me."

"This name is also very strange."

"Yeah, yeah, I think it's weird too."

Ai Bo felt relieved to see this. The two girls of extraordinary status actually had an inexplicable tacit understanding. It seemed that they would get along very happily.

Wright went back to the dormitory and hurried over. Seeing the two little girls getting along harmoniously, he felt relieved.

But at this moment, he was more curious about Sylvana's two autobiographies.

The two books were placed on the table in front of the window.

Wright thought about taking a look at it first and was about to leave with the book, but Sylvanas stared at him.

Long Xiaochen also looked over.

"Biscuit, what's that in your hand?"

Wright smiled.

“It’s a biography of a great man.”

"I want to see too."

"The characters here are very small, which is very hard on the eyes."

Wright wanted to decline politely, but it seemed to have no effect on Long Xiaochen.

"Then can you tell me the story? My mother also liked to tell me stories when I was a child."

Wright glanced at Sylvana.

Sylvana nodded.

"Okay, I'll tell you."

Wright sat on the single bed with his back against the wall.

Long Xiaochen and Sylvana, two pretty little girls, leaned on Wright, one on the left and one on the right.

And Long Xiaochen held Wright's little face affectionately and leaned it on Wright's shoulder.

Wright could vaguely feel the pair of dragon horns like tree branches touching his face.

Sylvana followed suit.

Wright was in the middle, opening the first book.

The cover of the book was brown and stained with obvious signs of age, and the title was written in gold letters that had lost their paint.

Wright could vaguely tell from the traces that the name of the book was Biography of Ikhil Daya.

"Iksil Daya was born in the year 9657 of the Enzofar calendar."

"What year is it in the Enzofar calendar now?"

Sylvana thought for a moment and replied, "10657."

"Then these are people and events from four hundred years ago."

Wright continued to read from the book.