I am the only one who practices magic: I practice magic in the city

Chapter 286 The Oracle is Guilty (Second Update 4400!)
The main plane, the Focassa Federation, the luxurious city of Aldia.

Aldia is now the richest, most luxurious, and most money-obsessed city in the entire Norwen continent.

Unlike the purely commercial city of Cober, after the fall of the Sarai Empire 1,800 years ago and the withdrawal of the remaining Sarai people to the east, Aldia relied on excellent maritime transportation conditions to maintain trade exchanges with the Eastern Sarai Empire and the Southeastern Tatuman Alliance, and gradually became the richest and most luxurious city in the entire Norwen continent.

Trade brings wealth, wealth brings talents, talents bring culture, and culture brings art.

Art has brought about the world's largest and most advanced entertainment industry.

As a result, Aldia completely became the world's capital of luxury.

With a permanent population of over two million, it is truly the most populous city in Norwegian.

The house prices here are even five times higher than those in Pris, the capital of Loire Valley!
You know, Loire is the strongest country in Norwegian for thousands of years!

The living conditions of ordinary people in Aldia are extremely poor. A house of six square meters can accommodate six people.

No, there are almost no ordinary people here. Most of the so-called ordinary people are migrant workers from other places.

It can be seen that every inch of land in Aldia is valuable.

And in this land-scarce city of Aldia, there is a vast garden of nearly three square kilometers called Vess Park.

Weissland is the headquarters of the Church of Woking, the seat of the Pope and the College of Cardinals, and has the world's largest and most luxurious Woking Temple.

Except for the Holy Day of Advent in Woking, the main hall and twelve side halls of Woking Temple are open to everyone.

Normally, people would bring their families to Weissland to play and spend money.

But these days, the Woking Church has closed Weiss Park for three consecutive days and does not allow anyone to enter.

This kind of situation has only happened two or three times to the Woking Church in a thousand years.

Outside the originally quiet golden conference hall, hundreds of priests from the Woking Church dressed in white robes gathered in groups of three or four, and each of them would glance at the two golden doors from time to time.

Everyone wants to be the first to know what is going on in the meeting.

Even the temple attendants in gray uniforms would peer at the expressions of the priests outside the conference hall, wondering what the future would be like.

The Golden Conference Hall is the office of the College of Cardinals of the Church of Woking, and usually only three cardinals are stationed there.

Although this place is not as sacred and quiet as the "Apostle Palace" of the Temple of Light, it is also peaceful and harmonious.

The door of the Golden Conference Hall has been closed for three days. If someone enters now, they will be very surprised to see that all twelve cardinals and Pope Pascal Arum are there.

And these big guys who usually appear righteous and righteous were arguing about something with red faces and foaming mouths.

"The church has been in Aldia for 1,400 years! How could Woking let us move to Albery? I have never even heard of the name Albery!"

A black cardinal with a robe decorated with gold patterns turned red in the face, and his wrinkled neck was also red, and he was obviously very angry.

The cardinals of the Church of Woking are also known as black bishops. They wear black and gold robes. Each of them is a seventh-level priest and masters at least two fourth-ring wealth spells.

The Pope, on the other hand, was dressed in a golden and red robe. Although he was also a seventh-level priest, he was able to borrow divine power from Woking and cast five-ring magic.

The Pope is also the only extraordinary person in the Temple of Woking who can cast five-ring magic.

It was really a sudden misfortune. Originally, he was being cared for by a junior pastor, hugged by a beautiful girl, and lived in a luxurious house. His life was so beautiful.

But who would have known that one day a few days ago, the Pope and all the cardinals of the College of Cardinals received an oracle requiring the main hall of Woking Temple to start moving within three months and complete the relocation within three years.

The relocation location was Elbery, a place that had never been heard of before.

"Ribery, Woking's oracle is very clear. Albery is in Rusen of the Belvit family. No one is willing to leave Aldia, but this is the first time in a thousand years that Woking has issued such a clear oracle."

An old man in the same elegant black robe took off his single-frame glasses and gently tapped the large conference table.

Flavius ​​Venatus is the chief cardinal of the Church of Woking. If the Pope dies or is impeached, the chief cardinal will serve as the interim pope and assume the papal authority of the Church of Woking until the next papal election.

The Pope of the Woking Church is elected every five years, but this election is not a popular election or a choice by the College of Cardinals, but a choice made by Woking.

All twelve cardinals have the right to run for election. After thousands of years of struggle and compromise, the twelve cardinals have reached a convention to conduct internal selection and communication first, and then select three people and submit them to Woking for Woking to choose from.

The reason for choosing three people is because this is the minimum requirement for the Holy Election. If there are less than three people, Woking will not choose among them. Instead, he will choose the highest-level and most devout believer among the believers to be the Pope.

As long as interests and power are involved, these so-called servants of God dare to fool even God.

Of course, it is also because the so-called Woking before was the God of Wealth system made by Adrian that they can play such tricks.

Although they can only communicate with the Wealth System by sacrificing their spiritual power, and they don't know what the Wealth System is, after thousands of years of dealing with the Wealth System, they have long since summed up a set of effective ways to fool the Wealth System.
"You also said that Woking hasn't issued such a clear oracle in thousands of years. Who knows if this is an oracle? Anyway, I don't agree to move the temple." Ribery, who had many wrinkles on his neck, muttered.

Led by Ribery, most of the other cardinals also began to express their opinions and questioned the appearance of the Woking Oracle.

Even Pope Pascal Arum kept nodding his head.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Wojin's oracle represents authority! The oracle cannot be questioned! I think you seem to have forgotten how the Sarai Empire fell 1,800 years ago?"

Flavius ​​Venato paused solemnly at the holy emblem of Woking on the table.

At that time, the Sarai Empire was at its peak. Four of the six orthodox religions supported the Sarai Empire, and the empire's territory spanned the entire Norven continent from east to west.

However, such an empire that was almost on the verge of unifying the continent violated the oracle issued by the three gods of light, war, and death to destroy the Temple of the God of Judgment, released the cardinal of the Temple of Judgment privately, and provided shelter for the Temple of Judgment. As a result, the three gods joined forces to bring down divine punishment, and all the extraordinary people in the Sarai Empire lost their extraordinary abilities overnight.

The Sarai Empire losing all of its extraordinary people is like the Mai Kingdom losing all of its intercontinental missiles, nuclear weapons and aircraft carriers overnight.

As a result, in just three months, four emperors of the Sarai Empire died and millions of soldiers were killed in battle.

If the Temple of Night had not provided them with shelter, the remaining Sarai people would not have been able to return to their homeland in the East.

From then on, the creed that the oracle cannot be violated became the common creed of the six major temples and the thirty-two countries of Nowen.

Although the Temple of Woking is not one of the six major temples, as a temple of the God of Wealth, it exists in every country and its influence is no less than that of any orthodox religion.

"Your Holiness." Flavius ​​Venatto stood up and looked at Pascal Arum seriously.

"It is precisely because this oracle is unprecedented in the past thousand years that we need to treat it with caution. Aldia has been the seat of the Temple of Woking for more than a thousand years. It is indeed worrying to move it to the wilderness rashly. I think we should hold a 'divine revelation ceremony' to further clarify Woking's holy will."

"What if they still require relocation after the divine revelation ceremony?" Ribery's dead fish eyes widened.

"Then move!" Flavius ​​waved the holy emblem in his hand heavily.

"I don't agree! This is a false order! Don't say I don't recognize this as an oracle. Even if it is an oracle, who knows if it was uttered by Woking who was drunk!?"

Ribery screamed.

He has many properties in Aldia, and if the main temple of Woking is moved away from Aldia, all of his properties will depreciate accordingly. He values ​​money over life, so from this perspective, it is no wonder that he can become the cardinal of Woking.

"Ribery! You are blaspheming!" Flavius ​​said righteously.

The Temple of Woking is indeed different from other temples. If Ribery's words were said in the Temple of Light, not to mention that he is a cardinal, even if he is the Pope, he will be directly arrested by the Inquisition and asked for divine punishment.

But even for the Temple of Woking, this is a bit out of line.

Ribery knew he had said something wrong, so he rolled his eyes and chuckled twice: "Your Holiness, in my opinion, you can first send a priest to that Elberi to build a small temple, and then put up a signboard of the main temple, isn't that enough?"

Pascal Arum is a bald old man in his sixties with bronze skin, yellow pupils, a strong build and a pair of sparkling eyes.

As one of the youngest popes in the Woking Temple, he has been in charge of the Woking Church for eight years and has placed a large number of his own people inside the temple. He is considered to be the pope with the strongest control over the Woking Temple in the past two hundred years.

"Your Holiness! I insist that the 'divine revelation' should be held. Of course, the specific choice is still up to Your Holiness to decide."

A respectful expression appeared on Flavius's handsome face.

Pascal Arum cursed inwardly, "Old Fox."

"What everyone said makes sense. So, let's vote." Pascal Arum naturally didn't want to take responsibility for this once-in-a-millennium problem, and he didn't even want to vote.

"Abstentions are not allowed in this vote. Those who agree with Cardinal Ribery's proposal, please raise the holy emblem."

"Those who agree with Cardinal Ribery's proposal, please raise the holy emblem."

"Those who agree with Cardinal Ribery's proposal, please raise the holy emblem."

Pascal Arum repeated it three times, then glanced at the altar which was four or five meters in diameter.

"The eight cardinals agree with Cardinal Ribery's proposal. Then, according to His Excellency Ribery's proposal, Antonius Cero will be appointed as the resident priest to be fully responsible for the preparation and construction of the new temple in Elbery."

Pascal Arum slammed the scepter in his hand to the ground, indicating that the resolution had been approved by the Golden Conference Hall.

All twelve cardinals stood up and bowed, looking relaxed. Even Flavius ​​did not show any disappointment on his face.

Anyway, what I put forward is a politically correct proposal. If you don’t adopt it, that’s your business and has nothing to do with me.

However, the place of Elbery is worthy of attention, and a small part of the industry can be moved there to test the waters.

"Squeak, squeak~" The two golden doors of the golden conference hall, which were more than ten meters high, slowly opened. The College of Cardinals filed out in two rows, and the last one to come out was Pascal Arum, who was wearing a gold and red papal robe.

Seeing the College of Cardinals appear, the priests in the square automatically made way for them and stood in place, bowing their heads to the Pope.

Pascal Arum had his usual smile on his face, waved to the priests in the square, coughed lightly, and was about to say a few words when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head and the sea of ​​​​consciousness opened uncontrollably.

All the priests in the square, including the College of Cardinals, felt the sea of ​​consciousness going out of control at the same time.

In the blink of an eye, the large and small seas of consciousness merged with each other, and everyone's will seemed to be connected together.

Although it is impossible to detect other people's thoughts, in this huge sea of ​​consciousness, everyone can clearly feel the existence of others.

A mighty voice echoed above this vast sea of ​​consciousness.

"I am Jorzi, the Archangel of Wisdom under Wojin, and I am here to announce the oracle~"

"Maxime Ribery, as a cardinal, disrespected the oracle and blasphemed God. He is guilty and shall be stripped of all his divine powers and reduced to a mortal!"

As soon as this mighty voice in the sea of ​​consciousness finished speaking, Maxime Ribery let out a scream.

Everyone through the sea of ​​consciousness could see that all of Maxime Ribery’s divine power had been drained away.

The deprivation of divine power brought Maxime Ribery pain like the tearing of his soul.

After Ribery screamed, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes rolled back, his body twitched, and his robe was instantly soaked with sweat. Then, everyone around him smelled a foul odor.

Incontinence.

Divine punishment! There really is divine punishment!!!

All the cardinals couldn't help but change their expressions.

"Seos Abino, as a cardinal, you disobeyed the oracle and are guilty. I will take back his four-ring magic and deprive him of his cardinal power. I will allow him to atone for his sins and see what happens next!"

"Faravi Martel, as a cardinal, you disobeyed the oracle and are guilty. I will take back his four-ring magic and deprive him of his cardinal power. I will allow him to atone for his sins and see what happens next!"

……

Every time a cardinal was stripped of his power, he would roll on the ground and howl in pain.

The hundreds of pastors at the scene were almost shocked beyond words.

Woking appeared?
Doesn’t Woking care about the human world at all?
How could it appear?

Archangel Jorz, the one who holds wisdom?
Is this person in the Woking Codex?

Is it possible that the holy scriptures need to be rewritten?
No, that's not important.

What did the Archangel just say? Cardinal Maxime Ribery was stripped of all his powers and reduced to a mortal?
Ah, Cardinals Theos Albino and Farabi Martel were also stripped of their cardinalate duties?
Still announcing! ?
3、4、5、6、7、8！！！！！！
Eight cardinals stripped of their powers! ?

These are eight cardinals!

Whenever he visits any country, he must be received by at least the Prime Minister or the Chancellor!

"Pascal Arum."

Just when everyone was shocked beyond words, unexpectedly, the oracle in the sea of ​​consciousness continued to be issued.

Pascal Arum!

The Pope's name!
Could it be that……

"Pascal Arum, as the Pope, you disrespected the oracle, secretly communicated with the evil god, and failed to live up to the grace of God. The oracle is guilty!"

guilty!!!!
Under the gaze of everyone, Pascal Arum showed horror on his face. Just as he was about to speak to argue, he saw white flames burning all over his body. In just a few breaths, Pascal Arum disappeared from the spot and turned into ashes.

The Scepter of Woking, which was originally held in his hand and symbolized the supreme authority in the field of wealth, floated in the air, paused for a moment, and flew in front of Flavius.

"Before the Holy Election, Flavius ​​Venatto was acting as Pope."

As soon as the voice fell, bits of starlight fell on Flavius ​​Venatto and merged into his sea of ​​consciousness.

(End of this chapter)