Chapter 325: Memoirs of a Bishop (1)
Very...
Incredible.
Many more plain and approachable than she had imagined, yet shockingly beyond her wildest imagination of what they worshiped at any time.
She didn’t know what else to react besides marveling and worshiping this masterpiece, one of the pinnacles of the perfect combination of various elements in the universe.
This was the first impression that High Priest Sandra had when she saw His Highness Conrad Coze.
This is definitely not a human being.
This can only be God.
High Priest Sandra was filled with tears and worshiped.
When she chanted the name "O Lord of Mercy and Forgiveness!" loudly toward the Lord of Night on the throne and prepared to speak more beautiful words.
——Well.
Then she heard an extremely sharp roar and the sound of something breaking through the air, as well as the sound of gasps of cold air all around, and finally someone's sonorous and powerful voice from ancient times that no one could Those who understood shouted loudly.
“Fuck!!!!!”
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“Thank you...thank you. Kind lady.” A shocked Sandra La was wearing a brand new linen skirt and robe in the room next to the infirmary. The wounds on her throat and chest were still aching. Her psychic talent and abundant psychic reserves in her body instinctively saved her at that moment. Her life.
Although it only happened for a short moment, her brain was no longer willing to recall any details of the attack - just trying to touch it even a little bit would make her stomach and internal organs hang together with instinctive fear. Hanging and convulsing.
"It's okay. Well, do you need a new shawl? I can give you mine, but it may be a little old..." Octavia thoughtfully handed her a cup of hot steam. Sandra took the steaming drink gratefully and took a sip, then opened her eyes wide.
"Your throne!" she shouted, "What is this? What kind of nectar is this? What did you give me to drink? I felt warmth and strength welling up from my throat and stomach. Into my whole body!”
“Ah.” Octavia was obviously a little surprised by her reaction, “This is... a drink that His Highness likes to drink, but I’ll give it to you. It’s my special version, and it does contain a lot of nutritional supplements and extra synthetic molasses.” Is the taste of miracle the legendary taste of honey? ”
"Uh. Yes. But, I'm sorry, I'm not surprised that there is no honey, but don't you have synthetic sugar here?"
"No, this legendary sweet thing was invented more than three hundred years ago in We have all consumed it here. Maybe chewing the starch until it breaks down into a thick slurry in the mouth will have a hint of sweetness, which is rare, dear lady, and the Grand Regent has decided that everyone needs to prioritize survival. , we don’t have any extra starch to use for refining sugar.”
Sandra’s answer revealed a kind of sincere look on Octavia’s face that only comes from someone who has lived most of his life without worrying about food and clothing. That look of apologizing for such a small thing.
The priestess immediately realized that the distinguished navigator in front of her was someone who could really ask her questions. Although her identity seemed to Sandra to be untouchable above the clouds, in the past The sense of neglect she felt from Shenzi for a period of time greatly increased her sense of urgency, and she must seize every opportunity...
She tried to squeeze out the most friendly expression on her pale face. With a kind smile, "It's okay, Ms. Octavia, but if you can," she said, "can you tell me about Lord Conrad Curze, our Son of God and Savior?"< br>
——————————“I knew from that moment on that we were destined to spread His gospel to everyone for the bright starry sky above us;
Just as the light from our hands shines upon the earth like his starlight, please stay! My friend, will you listen to our Son and Savior?”
—— —Sandra "Sweet Silence"
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"Memoirs of the First Ecclesiastical Archbishop of the Nostramo Sector and Grand Sister of the Astronomical Monastery"
Recording room: The No. 1 Scribing Room of Thessaguarsa Astrology Monastery
Level: Top Secret·Core
Borrowing Record: Confidential
Recording time: between about 888-999·M41, the time coefficient was jointly revised by the Chronological Order and (a blurry name)
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Before I started writing these words, I didn’t want to talk too much about the events that happened before I had a formal conversation with His Highness Coze.
*There is an obvious pause in the ink dots on the parchment writing here, showing that the writer was thinking at that time.
Nevertheless, I still need to bring a little note, because I know that things in the world will always have rumors of one kind or another after the passage of time. I do not want His Highness Coze’s reputation to be damaged in any way due to my careless words.
Yes, I was injured at the time. I was injured by His Highness Curze's divine beast messenger. He scratched my throat and heart. The crude but thick enough psychic shield I cast in panic saved me. life.
But I later believed from beginning to end that it was just because my own psychic powers were too extensive or very barbaric and rude at that time, which made His Highness Curze's acting divine beast envoy at that time so dissatisfied with me.
If you think this is to whitewash the record for future generations or say some flattering words, you are totally wrong.
As long as you read my following records with an impartial heart, you will never think that His Highness Conrad Coates might be the kind of lawless person who would kill someone at the first meeting. .
When my wound was treated by a professional, rigorous and extremely beautiful silver-eyed (a heavy writing force is used here) angel pharmacist of the Lord of the Night, he used the fastest and most powerful method I have ever seen. After the stitches were done with neat techniques and speed, I actually felt much better.
But I did not expect that after being sent to a comfortable ward, I would be visited by the great Ms. Melvalion - of course, I did not know how powerful she was at the time - and I have always been determined to Support her as a Navigator Patriarch, she is in some ways more powerful than any Navigator.
After Ms. Melvalien gave me her nectar, I immediately felt strength and spirit return to me, and I learned from her that this magical, fragrant The liquid of bitter and sweet power was first made and distributed to everyone by His Highness Curze.
Anyway, even though I later learned during my years fighting for the Eighth Army that this recipe might be a Reca coffee, I will never forget the first sip I took. The feeling when "Grug Day Banquet Reka Coffee".
The name of this Reka coffee comes from the name of the famous banquet we will attend next.
The “Day of Germination” feast.
That day...
(The first volume of parchment of the memoirs ends here, and the metal fingers of the automaton open the yellowed second volume for the reader)
(End of this chapter )