Chapter 616: Chapter 465, Cathedral (Asking for recommendations, subscriptions…)_3
It should be classified as dual blade.
Without further ado, Fang Hao handed the wooden box over to Little You.
The latter accepted it, nodding slightly.
[Disaster Song-Hilda (Blue Tier 4 Hero)].
In just a blink of an eye.
Little You’s rank had changed, upgraded from Blue Level 2 to Tier 4.
Once the transaction was completed, Fang Hao had no intention of lingering, made to take leave.
Angus casually remarked, “Take good care of it, I’ll buy it back once I have the money.”
Fang Hao paused, “You artifact that much?”
“Being Countess Hilda’s legacy, it’s more than just an artifact to me,” Angus whispered.
“Alright, make sure to save up plenty of money then, so I can make a tidy sum.”
With that said, Fang Hao exited the room, leading a group of Lionheart Knights out.
They left the tavern.
Eric, along with Fang Hao, proceeded to their next destination.
To the Snow Trading Association, to purchase the next Sword of Absolution.
Federation of Hundred Cities, Central City, Silver Wing City.
As the central city, Silver Wing City held the most influential power within the Federation of Hundred Cities and also boasted the strongest human forces in the region.
Located in the heart of Silver Wing City, there were three towering buildings reaching into the sky.
The Council, the Hall of Heroes, and the Grand Cathedral.
Inside the grandiose Golden Cathedral of the Church, the Archbishop along with several bishops sat on seats at the apex of the cathedral.
They overlooked Hubert from their lofty positions.
It wasn’t the first time Hubert was summoned by the Council, but it still made him nervous.
He was not a member of the Church nor did he believe in the God of Light, but the Church’s power within the Federation was still beyond his means.
Despite being a member of the Federation’s congress, he still had to humble himself before the Church.
“My greetings to the Archbishop and the esteemed Bishops,” Hubert bowed his head humbly, saluting the elders.
Hubert’s voice echoed through the hall.
Then, a deep voice resonated from above, “Tell us in detail about what happened in Lyss City!”
The tone was command-like.
“Oh, alright.” Hubert answered before continuing, “Upon our arrival at Lyss City, we received news of City Lord Aubrey’s death… At the banquet, Rebecca introduced us to her new husband, a transmigrator called Fang Hao.”
“… After receiving the communication from you, esteemed ones, I promptly went to the temple. I found that the great statue of the God of Light was cracked. The assistant priest said it needed repair.”
Hubert kept his head down, explaining in detail what he’d seen and heard in Lyss City, not daring to miss anything.
After he finished, the cathedral fell silent again.
No one spoke up; Hubert kept his head down, not daring to raise it.
After an elongated silence, a voice came from above, “Which statue is enshrined in the Temple at Lyss City?”
“The God of Light and the Goddess of Harvest.”
“Did you discover anything else in the city, or did anything else happen?” asked another Bishop from above.
After thinking for a moment, Hubert answered, “Fang Hao hit Groot of the Marshall family. It was one of his subordinates, apparently a powerful Orange Hero, who knocked out Groot with a single kick. There’s… nothing else.”
Why did he bring up Fang Hao again?
The Church cared not for local nobility’s trivial disputes.
Whether these lords or nobles had lost a husband or kept a transmigrator as a young pretty boy, they were nonplussed.
What concerned them more was the loss of faith within Lyss City.
But it seemed that Hubert didn’t know much; what he told was essentially repeating the same bit of information.
“Alright, you may go. Don’t leave the city for the time being. We’ll contact you if anything comes up.”
Hubert quickly nodded, “Yes, yes, if there’s anything, don’t hesitate to find me.”
Hubert felt relieved. He didn’t dare raise his head and walked out, dragging his numb legs.
Swiftly, he left the grand cathedral.
After Hubert left, the Church’s high-ranking members started to debate.
But regardless of the discussion, there wasn’t any valuable information to analyze.
With its capabilities, Lyss City shouldn’t be able to reach the level of competing for faith. It was impossible for the faith to have been lost!
As everyone was at their wits’ end,
A Holy One standing in the shadows strode into the middle.
He spoke softly, ” Your Eminence, esteemed Bishops, I have some thoughts.”
Everyone turned to the speaking Holy One.
Stiffening his chest, he continued, “I’ve heard about this Fang Hao. He seems to have some close ties with the Undead. Perhaps he’s somewhat related to the incident in Lyss City.”