Vol 2 Chapter 57 The Sacred Cemetery of Sogo Island

In fact, from Hua Mingshu’s point of view, his plan was very successful.

Because after he disappeared, the church did not send soldiers to hunt down or arrest him, and even his angel halo was not taken back. It just locked his permission to log in to the Angel system, and then it seemed to have forgotten him.

Before today, Russell thought it was because the old pigeon was too small.

After all, he is just a “healer”, the lowest subordinate angel. Perhaps the church has a casual attitude of “lose it and lose it” and is too lazy to pursue this matter—but, from this point of view, this kind of rebellious angel should have a lot of other places. few.

But looking back now… Maybe Hua Mingshu is the special one. After all, Russell has been exposed to so many empty islands and so many secrets, but he did not see the second defected angel again. Hua Mingshu also had no contact with his own kind.

And Paradise Bird was accepted by the church so easily, and was conferred the position of bishop on the first day. Is it really because she awakened the ability of a “saint” and can use the power of angel-level holy order without relying on the halo? ? Will the church that sells “angel products” to mages and elves become so devout and humble to saints?

There are only seven angels on Happy Island, and two of them are with Paradise Bird… and they happen to be the one with the strongest fighting power and the one with the strongest protection ability.

That was more like protection than surveillance. If it’s surveillance, they have no reason to trade Paradise Bird to the Special Operations Department and let her run around. The church has a lot of positions that can be arranged for her, and she can easily be kept in captivity and placed under house arrest.

When Russell thought of this, he probably understood.

The reason why the church didn’t hunt down Hua Mingshu was not because Hua Mingshu’s anonymity was really useful…but because someone took care of all this for him and paid the corresponding price for him.

That person is probably the Bishop.

He directly told Russell Hua Mingshu’s name, not his code name. A hundred years have passed since Hua Mingshu left the Cyber ​​Church. He could still blurt out the name of the other party clearly; across an empty island, the Bishop knew that Russell saved the Paradise Bird…

If it wasn’t for the name of Paradise Bird, it had spread all over the Seven Islands… It could only show that he was always secretly watching Hua Mingshu and his descendants.

So Russell was also curious – who is the Bishop?

And at this moment, Delphinium gently patted Russell’s arm, asking Russell to seriously read the message she sent.

“—How should I address the Bishop? Just address the Bishop directly, won’t it be too distant?”

“…I have no idea.”

Russell hesitated for a moment, then gave the specified high-quality answer.

Seeing the delphinium’s swollen cheeks angrily, Russell shook his head helplessly while stretching out his hand to deflate it.

“I really do not know.”

He covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered in delphinium’s ear, “People call him the Bishop, and mom calls him that too… Everyone respects him, and no one knows what the Bishop’s name is. The Bishop can come” Speaking of numbers, yes, he is a big shot at the same level as our ‘Godfather’, Dr. Zanbai.”

Russell didn’t even know what level of bishop “His Bishop” was. Rather, for the Bishop, the title “His Bishop” itself has become the same code name as “Godfather” that people call him.

“—are you discussing my name?”

At this moment, the old man suddenly stopped and looked back slightly sideways.

Russell and Delphinium were startled. Although one of them is a ninth-level psychic, the other has touched the edge of the ninth level, and they are both big figures at the ministerial level of the head office…but just being glanced at by the old man, they can still feel a feeling as if a primary school student is being raped by the head teacher. The majesty and terror of staring.

“…Yes, I am indeed a little curious.”

Russell stretched out his hand and pushed the delphinium back, signaling for her to avoid it.

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After all, his identity and knowledge are different now, so Russell boldly asked: “May I know…your title and identity?” “It’s nothing impossible.”

The old man stepped forward again, and said flatly: “There is nothing shameful about this kind of thing. There is no need to hide in the dark and discuss it secretly. If you ask, I will answer.”

He paused for a moment, then continued to answer: “If you’re asking about your position, someone once called me ‘General’; if you’re asking about my relationship with Hua Mingshu, he used to call me an officer, and he used to call me a mentor.

“Although he and I are both spiritual relatives of the dove family, in fact, I have no blood relationship with him. It’s just because our spiritual relatives are the same, so I have a little care for him on weekdays. If you ask me, I used to use What is the past code name… then you will probably be disappointed.

“It’s a very plain name. There’s nothing flashy about it, and it’s not flashy or personal enough. They call me ‘White Feather,'”

The old man said calmly: “Of course, Wendy and I have no blood relationship. When I gave him the code name ‘Bishop,’ I actually wanted to retire. But now it seems that he still wants me to do it for a while longer. ”

“General…”

Russell chewed the unfamiliar word slowly.

He realized that he might even have underestimated the Bishop’s age. He is far more than one hundred and twenty years old… Maybe a hundred years ago, he was already an old man.

Russell suddenly realized something: “You are not an angel?”

“I am human.”

The old man replied flatly: “Pure human beings.”

However, this answer seems somewhat ambiguous to Russell. He didn’t clearly answer whether he was a former angel… or whether he and the church did not intend to regard angels as pure human beings.

Russell still wanted to ask, but their destination had already been reached.

Not all churches watch over cemeteries. On Sogo Island, guarding the cemetery is a very sacred job. Of course, it will not be built on flat ground…but it is as gorgeous as other buildings on Sogo Island.

The delphinium suddenly opened its eyes wide.

Surrounded by hymns, she finally saw what the “cemetery” on Sogo Island looked like.

In the center of the room is a jade carving of a female angel without a face.

She opened her arms wide in respect, opening her arms like a mother. There are three pairs of soft white wings behind her—but those wings and her body are both carved from pure white jade.

Surrounding her are triple golden rings that rotate at different angles and at different speeds. Under the extremely bright radiance above the head, it flashes a bright light from time to time at a position with a very coincidental angle.

The environment filled with rich wood incense is reminiscent of an old-fashioned library.

Apart from the direction of entering the door, there are seven different directions. There are a large number of “bookshelves” in every direction, and each shelf is full of jars of different sizes, styles, and degrees of gorgeousness. All the jars are covered with a glass cover, and a dynamic ‘album’ emerges on top of the jars, with constantly changing color photos inside.

“Look for ‘Alice,'”

The bishop spoke in front of the stone statue of the angel.

The angel stone statue made a sacred sonata with overlapping female voices: “A total of 12 results were found.”

“The one who died last year.”

“Positioned: Wing 3rd plane A side, 2nd row 1st.”

As the angel’s chorus sounded, delphinium squinted and keenly saw a place not far away shone with light. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

They didn’t get very far.

The third “book shelf”, the far left of the second row from top to bottom, is Alice’s position.

Her “moving photo” is shining brightly to guide the way. And when Russell walked over, it scanned Russell’s face, and it automatically opened the glass cover. The light also stopped.

“Need me to leave

Shall we have a meeting? ”

The old man asked with concern.

“Then thank you for your hard work.”

Russell didn’t say a few words of hypocrisy and modesty, but simply responded.

“If you don’t know how to get out, ask the guiding angel.”

The bishop nodded, and said calmly: “There are still some things to do later—I’ll wait for you outside the door.”