Mystery: Starting with the Night Pope.

Chapter 141 "The Death Archon"

For as long as the large ship sailed on the ocean, Amon hung on the sails, which made Pales occasionally go up to the deck to take a stroll and admire the beautiful scenery at sea.

Amon remained unfazed by praise or criticism, and occasionally spoke with Pales about some valuable experiences among "thieves".

This is probably one of the world's greatest wonders: that two angels from the same path and the same sequence can "coexist peacefully" and "exchange experiences."

Of course, both of them are also top-notch "fraudsters," so it's questionable how credible their words are.

"Ah, we're almost there." Truman looked at the distant continent and sensed a kind of grayish-white death, a trace left by the communication between the underworld and the real world.

He stood up and casually waved to put Amon down.

Amon maintained his reserved smile, slightly adjusted his magic robe, put on his soft, pointed magic hat, and nodded gracefully to Pales.

"It seems that His Majesty the Grim Reaper has sent a welcoming party for us." Pales saw the honor guard gathered at the port.

"The customs here are indeed quite strange," Truman remarked, looking at the ornate coffins.

For those who believe in death, lying in a coffin is probably the closest they are to death, symbolizing the soul entering the legendary underworld and gaining eternal peace.

"Welcome, friends from the Northern Continent!"

Truman looked over and saw a bronze-skinned man with a cold gaze looking in his direction.

He wore a dark robe embroidered with gold thread and a bird-shaped crown made of gold, seemingly looking down upon all living beings.

He is a "death ruler".

"Huh?" Truman exclaimed in surprise. "It's Him? Is the current Governor Byron Him?"

However, considering that the Alliance of Gods is about to be established, His appearance is not surprising.

"He is the regent of Byron, Azik Aiger," Pales reminded him.

It really was Him… Truman nodded slightly.

"Good day, Duke of Dreams." Azik Eggers' cold eyes seemed to have lost all emotion, and his expression remained unchanged as he bowed.

He was the consul of the Byron Empire, half a rank higher than Truman in the imperial hierarchy, but Truman's position was too special.

He even showed some disrespect when He came to greet him personally.

"Welcome to Bairon," the Death Archon said with a cold face, his words utterly devoid of sincerity.

Truman simply nodded, ignoring the coffins, and walked with the Death Consul on the land of Byron.

Amon, however, curiously jumped in and tried it out. "Unfortunately, it's impossible to connect to the underworld, and 'Death' didn't specifically pull me in."

Pales glanced at Truman walking ahead, then jumped in like Amon, closed the coffin lid—when in Rome, do as the Romans do…

Aside from the differences in customs, this place is not much different from the Solomon Empire of the Northern Continent.

"Who are the guests you've invited this time?" Truman asked the Death Archon.

"The popes and angels of the major churches."

The major churches have already given us a lot of face; not only did the Pope personally come, but several angels even showed up.

However, the Church of the Eternal Sun, under Truman's deliberate suppression, has always focused on missionary work and has never participated in such "team building" activities.

This allowed the "Eternal Sun" church to maintain a certain degree of detachment and achieve remarkable results in missionary work.

"The scene is alright." Truman nodded slightly. Of course, what he was more concerned about was a certain conference of the gods that would follow. These popes and angels were just figures who were there to make a show of things for the various churches.

"Duke of Dreams, please follow me..." The Death Archon personally led the way, bringing the Imperial delegation to a castle that was clearly modeled after the irregular aesthetics of Solomon.

After Solomon became a god, this irregular beauty became the aesthetic of the Solomon Empire, etched into its mystical meaning.

This is bizarre and "distorted".

"Why is it still this style of castle..." Pales couldn't help but complain, as he simply couldn't appreciate the so-called irregular beauty.

"It doesn't look bad at all." Amon looked with interest at the building, which was modeled after Solomon's palace—he didn't dare to approach the capital of Solomon's kingdom now, so he couldn't see it.

Truman didn't comment on this. Their imperial delegation's timing was perfect; the next day was the founding day of Byron, so they didn't need to wait here for long.

"An imperial banquet?" That evening, Truman received an invitation from the Death Archon to attend an imperial banquet.

This is a banquet that brings all the guests together, and its main purpose is probably to reach a consensus: don't cause trouble at tomorrow's founding ceremony!

Most importantly, Death himself will be present.

"Is this to show me their stance...? Let's go see." With this thought in mind, Truman took Amon and Pales to the appointment.

For Truman, what matters is not what's on the table at the banquet, but the people who attend.

When Truman stepped into the palace where the banquet was being held, the whole world seemed to fall silent. The popes and angels from various churches all looked at Truman and his two companions with a solemn expression.

"Tsk, this is a bit dangerous!" Amon sighed from the side, taking two steps to the side to indicate that he was not with them.

It was already strange that Ameng was mixed in with the group, but for some reason, they had no choice but to ignore him.

Pales was naturally not afraid of these angels and popes, but the divine beings standing behind them were truly terrifying...

But Palez was loyal enough not to move two steps to the side like Ammon.

"This is His Excellency Duke of the Solomon Empire," the Death Archon said formally, introducing Truman to everyone.

"Your Excellency, Dream." Even the Pope must bow in respect.

"Huh? The Secret Angel and the Life Angel?" Truman glanced around the banquet and was surprised to see two familiar figures, the Secret Angel and the Life Angel.

These two beings were so special and well-hidden that no true god could ever discover them; they were simply considered to be devout angels serving their respective gods.

However, the Dream Angel did not recognize the Angel of Life, so Truman simply greeted the Pope of the Church of the Night and the Hidden Angel in a friendly manner.

"Long time no see." The Hidden Angel simply nodded slightly, while the Pope of the Night respectfully called out "Dream Angel."

This made the situation a bit delicate.

It's no secret that Dream once served as the Pope of the Church of the Night, but now—we have a traitor among us…

"Ahem," the Death Archon, the master of this place, finally couldn't help but break the silence.

"Duke of Dreams, please come with me. His Majesty the Emperor wishes to see you." The Death Archon led Truman deeper into the palace.

As soon as Truman left, the atmosphere here eased rapidly. Pales was not rejected by these angels, at least on the surface, he maintained this friendly demeanor.

"Salinger, it's been a long time." Soon, Truman met the "Grim Reaper" with whom he had once attended a meeting.

(End of this chapter)