Divine envoys are those mortals who are endowed with the remaining power of gods.
They walk the earth as God's spokesmen.
With unparalleled power, they demonstrate the gods they believe in to the world and spread their sacred teachings widely.
Bishop Michaela standing in front of her represents the goddess of generosity and fertility.
As for why Victor knew so clearly?
There is a divine messenger in his home.
Michaela didn't show the slightest surprise when she heard Victor reveal her crucial identity.
On the contrary, a quiet and gentle atmosphere still lingered around her, as if shrouded in an invisible halo:
"It seems that you know a lot more than I thought."
She sat half-sitting and bowed slightly to Victor gracefully, with even stronger respect shining in her eyes.
The voice said softly but firmly:
"I'm sure I didn't find the wrong person."
Michaela's calm reaction seemed to have been expected by Victor.
He leaned leisurely on the back of the seat and looked at her quietly with his abyss-like eyes.
The corners of Michaela's mouth slightly raised, revealing a subtle smile.
"Prince is no longer related to the late Lauryn."
Her red lips parted slightly:
"This sentence is to downplay the nobles' inherent views on this matter."
Although, this kind of almost blatant sophistry can be seen by even the most ignorant person.
After all, Prixis is the daughter of Count Lauryn.
But there is a certain indescribable temperament exuding from Michaela that always makes those nobles willing to believe in her.
Even if they are not easily deceived, they will inevitably be fooled by this subtle rhetoric.
And without giving them much time to think, Michaela quickly proposed the solution she had carefully planned.
Select a person to replace Count Lauryn, raise Prixis, and take over the territory of Shurburn.
The sophistry is established.
"The church always knows how to demagogue people better than ordinary people."
Victor narrowed his eyes. It was obviously a compliment, but there was no emotion in his eyes.
This bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Abundance knows how to use arguments and manipulate people's hearts with her unique temperament.
Michaela bowed respectfully to him again, and the smile on her face became even brighter:
"You're overly flattering."
When everyone's attention is no longer focused on the relationship between Count Lauryn and Prixis.
Instead, it shifted to the issue of "Whoever gets the custody of Pulisis can become the lord of Shurburn."
Michaela has already won.
The next step is simply to rationalize the aftermath of the incident.
The selection of new lords with the aid of golden ears of wheat serves as a manifestation of "divine will."
And select a candidate that no one can refuse and will definitely accept.
That person, of course, can only be Victor.
Victor not only legitimately obtained a piece of territory in the kingdom - Shoulburn.
And no one would pay much attention to Prixis, even though she had indirectly retained her father's territory.
The Church of Abundance will also continue to exist in Shurburn, and their religious status in Shurburn will not be diminished in any way.
Kill three birds with one stone.
Among them, the support of the Grand Duke is naturally indispensable.
After all, Lauryn had been his best subordinate.
Grand Duke Barlow also did not want to see the death of this subordinate who sacrificed everything for his daughter.
His beloved daughter was treated coldly and secretly by the nobles.
Therefore, Shurburn's territory and Victor's protection are precious assets left by the Grand Duke to Pulisis.
The Grand Duke could directly hand over the control of the territory to Pulisis.
But that would only chill the many lords who didn't know the truth.
After all, Prixis is still the child of a 'sinner'.
"The older you are, the more sophisticated you are. It's not just something you say casually."
Grand Duke also completed a triple win.
Return the territory ownership to Prixis.
Let the noble lords accept it with peace of mind.
By the way, it also ensured the rule of the Kanter Kingdom and would not cause chaos in the kingdom because of the king.
Everything seems to be going smoothly.
Victor looked at Michaela calmly and asked:
"So, what else do you want from me?"
After all, Victor did nothing and got a piece of extremely valuable territory for nothing.
It seems that he also got a daughter.
It's just a waste of money.
Of course, Michaela must have other wishes.
The bishop looked at Victor with a smile, and a soft voice came out of her mouth;
"Count Lauryn is a very good lord, and you and I both know this very well."
"That's why we decided to entrust the church's treasures to him for safekeeping."
"Now it seems that it has fallen into your hands."
Victor knew that what Michaela was talking about was the golden ears of wheat that he planted all over the realm of the dead.
Before Victor could react, Michaela said again:
"But don't worry, I'm not here to retrieve the ears of wheat."
When she mentioned the ears of wheat, her face looked extremely pious.
Cross your hands on your chest, and your slender fingers are slightly bent, as if praying for some kind of divine power:
"That night, the power of the Fertility Goddess descended upon Shurburn."
"I know that no one but you can do such a thing."
When Michaela said this, her eyes covered by gauze seemed to be full of prayer, mixed with a bit of respect:
"Sir Victor, you are someone approved by the goddess."
"I hope you will take the Golden Wheat to the Church of Plenty."
“When you get there, you’ll understand everything.”
Listening to Michaela's request, Victor closed his eyes again.
Only his voice sounded faintly in the carriage:
"Then let's trade."
"After this is over, I want you to promise me a condition."
…
The wheels on both sides of the magic carriage were driven by magic power, and the wheel axles made a clicking sound on the masonry pavement, speeding along the road leading to Sulburn.
The carriage arrived at the church, its wheels rolled across the broad square,
White doves are scattered on the square, and the fountain water in the center reflects the sunshine and shines.
The church, built of pure white marble, stands clearly visible in a wide open space in the territory.
Two rows and three columns of rose windows are inlaid on the white church, and the two doors are carved with golden wheat patterns.
Solemn and sacred.
The magic carriage slowly stopped in front of the church, and the door of the magic carriage opened automatically.
Victor and Michaela walked out of the carriage simultaneously and stood in front of the church.
As if aware of their arrival, the door of the church, where countless lives had been baptized, slowly opened to both sides.
A road covered with red carpet leads to the depths of the church.
The sun shines down, the red color is dazzling.
The nuns lined up on both sides of the church one by one. Seeing Victor's arrival, they all bowed in awe.
Looking straight into the depths of the church along the carpet, a familiar figure came into Victor's eyes.
That's Priscilla.
At that time, she was focused on nothing else, kneeling in front of the statue of the Goddess of Fertility, with her eyes closed on her fair face and her hands clasped together.
Silently offer your most sincere prayers.
The colorful golden light shines through the rose window, like countless light patterns of different colors.
Prixis was covered with the brilliance of this secret direction, like a praised god.
The entire church was immersed in silence at this moment, and only Pulisis' concentration moved the air in the church.
Michaela looked at Victor with a smile.
She stretched out her slender hand and motioned for Victor to enter the church.
Victor put his hands in his pockets and remained silent.
He walked slowly on the felt-covered red carpet, his steady steps making no sound.
Only the soft felt responded softly.
Victor walked up to Prixis and stood with the statue of the goddess of fertility.
He stared at the kind and gentle face of the statue, breathed out gently, and stretched out an arm.
It was like a spiritual force wrapped around his arm, and a green flame instantly lit up his arm.
Under the erosion of the flames, white bones appeared in the will-o'-the-wisp.
In the eyes of everyone, this hand seemed to reach into a quiet and dead space, swallowing up Victor's original arm.
Until Victor took back his palm again, the golden wheat ears appeared in his hand.
He placed it steadily on the golden platform in front of the statue.
Almost at the same time, Vega's one eye flashed with a blue light.
The next second, the wheat ears flashed with golden light.
In the dancing golden light, the statue of the goddess seems to be given life.
Her eyes shone with the same golden light that filled her surroundings with divine golden light.
Inside the church, loud singing began.
The phantom of the goddess wearing a wreath on her head appeared in front of everyone again from the statue.
Holding the ears of wheat in her hands, she gazed at the sentient beings below with tenderness and love.
Witnessing this sacred scene, the nuns all held their breath, knelt down respectfully, and clasped their hands.
They raised their knees slightly and paid the highest respect to the goddess' shadow.
Bishop Michaela stood at the door, looking at the sacred scene that appeared in front of her.
Together with the eyes covered with black gauze, it seemed to bring bursts of burning heat.
She folded her hands on her chest and echoed in a pious voice:
"Sir Victor, you are indeed a person favored by the gods."
Amidst the layers of intoxication, the shadow of the goddess gradually rose.
Like a mother's blessing, a loving hand passed over Prixis' head.
Feeling the warm touch on top of her head, Priscis woke up with a start.
The moment she suddenly raised her head, she met the goddess's gaze.
It was as if she felt the warmth and love of the goddess, making the corners of her eyes moist.
The trembling voice expressed emotion:
"Goddess, did you respond to me?"
"The goddess will not respond to you."
Victor's indifferent voice suddenly sounded, making Pulisis stunned again.
She raised her head stiffly and saw Victor standing beside her.
Mr. Master, when did you come?
Pulisis didn't know it, but at this moment, Victor had already picked up the wheat ears again.
The moment the wheat ears were gathered up again, the surrounding sacred golden light, along with the bursts of chanting sounds, gradually dissipated.
And the phantom of the goddess hanging high in the sky seems to have completed her final mission.
With eyes full of compassion, he returned to the statue.
"Unless I want her to respond."
Prixis raised her head, her blood-red eyes filled with confusion.
"Mage...sir?"
Victor did not answer, but leaned down and stretched out his hand to Pulisis.
Subconsciously, Pulisis reached out her hand and grabbed Victor's palm.
A warm feeling spread from Victor's palm to her palm.
Then, a strong force pulled her up from the ground.
Prixis couldn't react in time and couldn't even stop her body.
Following the inertia, he jumped into Victor's arms.
Feeling the warmth in her arms, Priscis was momentarily distracted.
She hurriedly escaped from Victor's arms, lowering her head, shy and embarrassed.
"Yes...I'm sorry."
However, even though he was no longer in Victor's hand, the warmth in his palm was still there.
Priscis was a little curious, lowered her head, and secretly opened her palm.
The golden ears of wheat are lying quietly in the palm of my hand.
Still radiating warm heat.
This is Mr. Victor's...
At this moment, she couldn't help but feel panicked.
I want to raise my head and return this sacred thing to Mr. Victor.
But Victor's voice already sounded above her head:
"Prayers never accomplish anything, Priscilla."
"Like today, even without me, you have to learn to stand up on your own."
In the end, after hearing Victor's words, Pulisis still did not raise her head.
She lowered her head gloomily, and her words were full of helplessness and despair:
"I'm sorry, Mr. Master..."
"I can't stand up."
Carrying the pain of her parents dying for her, and the pain of not being accepted by humans as a vampire.
These are exactly what Pulisis said she would do.
She could never stand up again.
She doesn't want to be a vampire who hurts others, she just wants a happy family.
But she couldn't choose any of this, so Prixis could only pray.
She will always kneel here to forgive her father's sins that he has never committed.
Even so, those people would not forgive her.
Because she is the descendant of Lauryn, she is a vampire who can hurt others.
So she has to keep kneeling here.
Only kneeling vampires will not harm others.
This is what everyone wants.
Suddenly, a warm hand gently placed on her head.
Only Victor's voice echoed in her ears.
"You will never have to kneel again."
"From this day forward, Cravenna will be your new last name."
Priscis froze and opened her eyes.
The hand above her head was obviously very light, but it seemed as heavy as a thousand pounds, making Pulisis dare not raise her head.
She didn't want to look up and find that everything in front of her was false.
However, the moment the next sentence rang out, Prixis could no longer bear her almost collapse.
"This is what I promised your father should do."
The crystal tears in his eyes could no longer be suppressed and slid quietly down his cheeks.
That was the last protection left for her after her father passed away.
Golden sunlight fell on the skylight.
The light falls on the dripping tears, reflecting a halo called tenderness.
It was draped over that statue like a sacred garment.
Only the quiet church could hear the devout prayers of the nuns.
And there’s also the last words that Priscis said to someone who didn’t know who she was.
"Father."
