Who hid My Corpse!-Chapter 275 - 87 You can call me Visas (End of this volume)
Chapter 275: 87 You can call me Visas (End of this volume)
“Holy Sound Church has come to visit.”
Under the Order Sword, the elderly leader smiled as he handed over a dark lacquered document.
“We would like to see Bishop Oliver.”
Yuri received the document from the elderly man.
The dark document, embossed with gold lettering, bore Holy Sound’s iconic seven notes; as Yuri’s fingers brushed over the notes, melodies echoed in his mind as if someone were singing in his heart.
This was indeed Holy Sound.
In this world, no one could impersonate them.
Yuri looked up at the elderly man, saying, “Bishop Oliver is no longer with us.”
“Is that so?” the elderly man said, “Then any other bishop will do.”
“All the bishops are gone,” Yuri shook his head, “As you can see, we have just experienced a disaster, and all the bishops sacrificed themselves for it.”
The man immediately showed a look of surprise, which quickly turned to pity.
“I hadn’t expected such a thing to happen,” he said, “It’s truly a pity, I remember Lyra as a thriving, orderly city.”
His tone was as if he had just heard of the disaster.
Although everyone present knew this was a falsehood—after all, Holy Sound hadn’t visited Lyra in over a decade—they had chosen now of all times to come, and with such a display.
Yuri’s gaze shifted toward the delegation behind the elderly man.
Over a decade ago, before Yuri had joined the Devil’s Army, he too had served as an emissary to Holy Sound and, therefore, had some understanding of them.
If he remembered correctly, the elderly man hadn’t brought a mere delegation but an orchestra of Players.
In terms of combat power alone, they were certainly comparable to a fully-equipped, full-strength squad of the Devil’s Army.
Yet, fully-equipped squads of the Devil’s Army were required to confront deadly pollutants.
So, why send an orchestra of Players like these? Who were they meant to confront?
Yuri wanted to directly question the elderly man, but he held his tongue, knowing revealing their hand would do nothing but stiffen the situation.
After all, the divine disaster that had befallen Lyra was the first of its millennium. The last war involving gods dated back to the Era of Divine Conflict. Once the structure of the Eight Great Churches was established, such a scenario had never reoccurred.
Thus, other churches would surely seek any means to probe the situation here.
Lyra was now like blood shed in the deep sea, attracting countless sharks to the scent.
And Holy Sound was just the closest, so the first to arrive.
And furthermore…
Yuri subconsciously glanced at the Order Sword behind him.
They weren’t unprepared for the arrival of Holy Sound.
Naturally, the elderly man caught Yuri’s glance and asked with a smile, “So now, who is in charge of Lyra?”
“If you’re asking about a bishop-level authority, we temporarily have none,” Yuri, returning the document, politely responded, “The most we have are people like me, in charge of aspects of our work, and we, duly, act by listening to the Lord’s voice.”
“The Lord’s voice?” The elderly man’s expression changed slightly, “Do you mean that the God of Lyra…”
“is unharmed,” Yuri replied calmly.
Hearing this, the elderly man also revealed a cheerful smile.
“Well, that is indeed wonderful.”
As the elderly man and Yuri conversed, a young girl from the Holy Sound Player’s orchestra named Hewinia was also observing everything around, cautious yet curious.
“Everyone says that Lyra is the most advanced place in the world,” a male voice spoke in Hewinia’s ear, “Now, it seems quite disappointing, hardly much different from our Seed District, don’t you think, junior?”
Hewinia turned to the man standing beside her.
The man, older by three or five years, was dressed in a black mage robe, holding a wand resembling a conductor’s baton.
Both the tip of the wand and the lining of the robe were engraved with “mi,” or Third Notes.
The linked notes resembled an ancient instrument or a twisted silver serpent.
Hewinia blinked, “Brother Dosi, you say this place is not much different from the Seed District… but have you really been to the Seed District?”
“Uh,” Dosi was just making a comparison and hadn’t expected Hewinia to take it literally, so he chuckled awkwardly, “Well, I haven’t indeed. Have you?”
“I actually have, before enrolling,” Hewinia replied.
“Ah, you’ve been to such a place… oh, I seem to have heard about it,” Dosi said, “You fell severely ill after you came back, even had to delay your enrollment by a month.”
“Ah, let’s not talk about it,” Hewinia sighed, “Then everyone in the academy knew about it, and I was laughed at for a long time.”
“Haha,” Dosi laughed as well, “So what’s the Seed District really like? How does it compare to this place?”
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“At least it’s much dirtier than here,” Hewinia said somberly, “Brother, you can imagine stepping not on mud, but on feces.”
“…Cow manure?”
“Human.”
Dosi’s expression changed instantly: “Then I understand why you were so sick when you returned, it’s indeed terrifying.”
“Ah,” Hewinia sighed again, continuing to shake her head, “It’s unbearable to look back on.”
As she shook her head, the mage hat on her head naturally swayed as well.
