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Chapter 405 The Holy Kingdom's Incomprehensible System

Benedict turned and tapped his scepter lightly on the ground, making a crisp sound.

He walked and introduced the place as he went.

"The City of Holy Light was founded by the first pope and has a history of 4,800 years."

"Every brick and stone has been bathed in holy light and blessed by God."

He pointed to a huge statue that was 100 meters tall by the roadside.

The statue depicts an armored hero wielding a giant sword.

"This is a statue of the previous Holy Son."

"A thousand years ago, a great war broke out among the various races of Terra. It was the Holy Son who, at the cost of his life, defeated the high-ranking generals of the multi-race alliance and protected this city!"

Benedict's voice was filled with pride and reverence.

He looked expectantly at the visitors from Great Xia, hoping to see shock and awe on their faces.

Beside He Wuqi, a member of the group who wore glasses and had a refined demeanor pushed up his glasses.

He whispered to his companion next to him.

"You've collected this history before, haven't you?"

"Yes, that Holy Son was at the seventh level. He faced five seventh-level opponents and held his own, ultimately perishing together with them."

"Good heavens, if our Chief Lin becomes the Holy Son of this era, won't he be just as strong?"

Another member responded in a low voice.

"I don't know. Their holy son is chosen from our Great Xia. I have a feeling there's something fishy going on."

"Besides, they keep saying there is a God, but God has never appeared in their history."

He Wuqi coughed softly.

The two immediately shut their mouths.

He Wuqi turned to Benedict and nodded with a smile.

"A truly magnificent work of art."

"The sculptor's skill is astonishing."

Benedict: "..."

He felt like he had punched cotton.

artwork?

This is a symbol of faith, okay?

This is a hero of the Holy Human Race!

Forget it, they don't understand, a bunch of faithless bastards.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his displeasure, and continued to lead the team forward.

Benedict led the group onward.

He pointed to the buildings on both sides of the street.

"These houses were all planned and built by the Vatican."

"Every household will hang a symbol of holy light at their door."

"This represents their devotion to God."

He Wuqi glanced at the badges hanging at the entrance.

The emblem resembles a flat chrysanthemum with a crystal embedded in the center.

Isn't this what a sphere of light looks like when it's radiating its glow?

"Are these badges mandatory to display?"

Benedict paused for a moment.

"Of course it's not mandatory."

"This was a spontaneous act by the residents, an expression of reverence and gratitude towards God."

Behind He Wuqi, a member of the group couldn't help but mutter to himself,

"Spontaneous? Ha."

"Those emblems are exactly the same in size, style, and position."

"If you say this wasn't distributed and required uniformly, who would believe you?"

Benedict continued.

"Our market is ahead."

"Residents trade their daily necessities here."

The group turned into a wide street.

The streets were lined with stalls.

There were vendors selling bread, vegetables, and fabrics.

The stall owners were all dressed very simply.

It could even be described as rudimentary.

Wearing coarse linen clothes, patched up.

Moreover, they all had a numb expression on their faces.

Even when they saw the diplomatic team's strikingly different hair color, eyes, and clothing, they only glanced at them numbly.

They assumed it was just a new fashion trend among the nobility, and had nothing to do with them, the common people.

In this magical world, nothing is strange.

An old woman selling bread is trying to sell it to a nobleman dressed in a magnificent robe.

"Sir, this is freshly baked rye bread."

"Only three copper coins."

The nobleman didn't even glance at her and walked straight past her.

The old woman silently lowered her head and continued to wait for the next customer.

He Wuqi walked to the stall, took out the speakerphone translation device,

"How much is this bread?"

The old woman looked up and was taken aback when she saw He Wuqi's group's attire and the translator that was speaking.

"One...one iron coin, sir."

He Wuqi took out a silver coin that he had prepared in advance from his pocket.

"I'll buy one."

The old woman's eyes widened instantly.

"My lord, this...this is too much!"

"One silver coin can buy a hundred loaves of bread!"

He Wuqi smiled.

"It's alright, no need to look anymore."

The old woman glanced at the smiling archbishop not far away, and hesitated.

But she really needed the money; the years of war had made life difficult for ordinary people.

With this money, we can provide food for a family of three for almost a month.

She could only muster her courage, her hands trembling, as she accepted the silver coin, her eyes slightly red.

"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"

May the God of Light protect you!

He Wuqi took the bread, broke it open, and glanced at it.

The bread contained a lot of bran and impurities.

The taste will definitely not be good.

He turned to look at Benedict.

"Is this what the residents eat every day?"

Benedict's signature head.

"Yes."

"Rye bread is a staple food for ordinary people."

"Nobles and members of the Papacy would eat white bread, meat, and fruit."

Behind He Wuqi, a member of the group took the dark, hard bread, smelled it, and immediately frowned.

"Why not let everyone eat white bread?"

Seeing this, Benedict said calmly:

"White bread is very expensive to produce."

"Moreover, ordinary people are used to rye bread."

"They don't need better food."

The group member wanted to speak, but He Wuqi stopped him.

"Let's continue the tour."

Benedict led the team onward.

They passed by a huge building.

Two rows of knights in silver armor stood at the entrance of the building.

"This is the Holy See's temple."

"Only members of the Papacy and nobles are allowed to enter."

"Ordinary people who wish to pray can do so in the square outside."

He Wuqi glanced at the building.

The entire building is constructed of white marble.

The statue at the entrance is gilded.

Extremely luxurious.

Look again at those civilians wearing tattered clothes.

The contrast is too stark.

Benedict continued.

"The Vatican holds a public prayer service every seven days."

"All residents must participate."

"This is reverence for God, and also loyalty to the Vatican."

He Wuqi asked.

"What if someone doesn't participate?"

Benedict's smile vanished.

"In the Holy Kingdom, one who enjoys the protection of the God of Holy Light but shows no reverence for God is a blasphemer."

"They will be sent to the Trial Court to be purified by the Holy Light."

He Wuqi's heart sank.

"Purification?"

Benedict's signature head.

"Yes."

"The soul of the blasphemer has been corrupted by darkness."

"Only through the purification of the Holy Light can one return to the Kingdom of God and regain salvation."

He Wuqi did not ask any further questions.

He understood.

The so-called purification is nothing more than a disguised form of execution.

The procession continued onward.

Benedict led them to an academy.

"This is the largest academy in our Holy Kingdom—the Academy of Holy Light."

"Holy Knights and priests are all trained by this academy!"