Chapter 105 Rest Time (Seventeen)

"His Holiness has agreed to your meeting."

A dull voice came from under the iron can. Antonio looked at the Skitarians who pushed the door open, followed him, and walked to the front of the Pope.

And the 160-year-old old man was bowing his head on the table, writing a draft for him with great interest.

Antonio sat down with the old Pope's response, tasting the tea brought to him by the Skitarians. The fingers of the tin can were as flexible as those of a normal person.

If there was a chance, Antonio would also like to open the Skitarians' cans to see what was inside. How exquisite the rune structure was to make this heavy armor as flexible as a human, or even more flexible than a human.

The tea tasted bitter, but the aftertaste was slightly sweet.

"Antonio, what do you think of this plan?"

They could choose an undeveloped land or a city they liked. The Holy City was willing to provide them with enough food, spellcasting materials, and various supplementary resources during this period - and even send Skitarians to escort them.

Of course.

Antonio knew what this meant, that was exile to a bitter cold land.

This kind of development was tantamount to exile.

Going to other cities, the population of other cities had long been saturated and could not accommodate so many priests and citizens. Even if they went to other cities, they, the outsiders, might not necessarily win the struggle with the local interest groups.

As the capital of the Church of Light, the Holy City of Teran was unusually open-minded. The stable political structure and the Guardian Army as a protective barrier provided them with a stable environment. However, going to various lower-level city-states known for feudalism or even primitiveness...

Most city-states were simple and had no ability to develop themselves. There were very few that sought progress and breakthroughs like the Holy City of Teran.

Antonio had visited more city-states. The class solidification was extremely serious, the hereditary phenomenon was everywhere, and the monopoly industry was linked to the local area. It was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, rotting and stinking in silence. For those city lords, Antonio only hoped that they could be a little more humane.

Undeveloped land, there is not so much undeveloped land in this world. After all the excellent lands have been used up, all that is left for them are various worlds full of dangers. Hundreds of years ago, there might be some fragmented worlds, but in their generation, there are no new fragmented worlds within the scope of exploration.

In fact, the best solution for them is to rebuild a city.

Start from scratch.

And the old pope's eyes undoubtedly revealed this meaning.

If you want to continue to advance your ideas, then leave this city, no one will stop them.

The pope will also promote the bill to provide them with resources.

If you don't even have the courage to build a city from scratch, don't stand here.

You can turn around and leave.

The pope had no intention of making any compromise with them from the beginning.

This is something that does not require any discussion. The old pope did not even hold any meeting in the Privy Council to discuss it. If it was held, they would at least know some news.

But it's too slow.

It takes at least twenty years to build a city, and the time and energy required to manage a city is several times that of the former, starting from the very beginning of the industry, step by step.

After everything is settled, how much time do they have to advance what they want to study...

How many twenty years are there in life.

"Your Majesty... Really, the Holy City cannot... Even a little bit..."

Antonio's voice was intermittent, and each word flowed in his mind for a while before he spoke it out. This was more like a prayer.

If he were an ordinary person, perhaps he would grit his teeth and exile would not be an unacceptable ending for him.

At most, he would return to his homeland after death, just like his father.

But Antonio shouldered the hopes of too many people from the Holy Adventists. He had to be responsible for them and for those who were eager for change, so he became calm and learned to think and compromise.

"Antonio, child, I also watched you grow up. You swore to the goddess of light in front of me, as if it was just yesterday... Time passed too fast..."

Your father was once our best historian.

"This city is too old, too old to withstand any changes." The Pope said softly, as if he was speaking to himself in an inaudible voice: "This was first a holy city, and then a city... How can a holy city change..."

"Antonio, how long do you think Teran has existed?"

The old Pope asked the leader of the Holy Adventists a seemingly common sense question.

Antonio was stunned, his brain stagnated for a while, and then he answered.

"The commandments and laws say it was 10,000 years ago, but the most recent historical records say it was 3,000 years ago, but according to geological surveys, it may be 15,000 years ago..."

The Pope's eyes moved away from Antonio's face, his expression complicated, and fell on the Holy Crown stored in the glass cabinet.

"Antonio, you are really talented. This city has existed for tens of thousands of years, and it has experienced more than a few... incubation seasons."

Even stones can be ground into sand, mountains can be reforested and then returned to desolation, and civilizations can rise, change, and decline for tens of thousands of years.

The Holy City of Teran stands firm.

There are commandments, and there are holy cities.

But the commandments are limited to the Holy City. I don't know when these commandments spread outward and verified with the teachings of other religions. A magnificent giant network locked the path of all civilizations.

They chose to stop moving forward.

This is not right. The commandments applicable to the Holy City are not for ordinary civilizations.

That's another story.

"I didn't say anything to you today. This is all I can say to you, Antonio."

The old pope sat in his chair, closed his eyes, and fell into a long thought.

Antonio walked out in a daze.

In front of him, in addition to the draft handed to Antonio, there was another piece of paper underneath.

"If you have decided, come to me."

Life will always find a way out.

That is the list of all outsiders who have visited the Holy City, and only Ji Lin's name was crossed out on it.

If he doesn't cross it out, Alicia will come and cross it out.

The child actually has no friends.

A ship riding the wind can always go faster and farther.

Perhaps there will be many people with bad intentions mixed in, those patriarchs and bishops, those who are not loyal to the commandments, their greed, collusion, constitute the rotten side of the Church of Light, but the seeds of hope always need to be sown.

The Pope controls the Guardians, and these people dare not show any objections in front of the Pope.

Those who have objections are in the soil.

The Church of Light cannot be like this, and cannot let these talented children guard this holy city for hundreds of years like themselves. The holy city is their homeland, but it should not be their destination.

They should also spread their wings to a higher world.

The old pope pressed on the commandments and rarely swore from the heart. The long life of trivialities has smoothed his edges and corners and diluted his faith in God.

"May your light protect us."

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