The mountain road is long and people come and go.
The high mountains cannot see the top of the peak at first sight. Amid the clouds and mists, a covered Holy Son Hall quietly emerged.
Silently, one by one, who took advantage of the night to walk into the Holy Son Hall, quietly lifted up a huge curtain, walked into the hall from outside, and headed towards a certain agreed place.
In front of the mountain, there are luxurious toilets in the middle of the mountain with crowds.
This place was originally a portable toilet built by the previous sage son, but later it was built at a designated location and became a luxury toilet in the Mid-mountain service specially for nobles.
The luxurious toilets are four floors high and low, and each floor has twenty-four toilets. Twelve rooms for men and women. The sewage discharged from the sewage canals within the mountain road to the foot of the mountain, and are then collected by grassland herders for fertilization.
At this time, after the brightly lit halfway up the mountain, the dark shadows walked into the Holy Son Hall, a beautiful saint with a soft breast and a clever belly on his back, brought a man wrapped in a white robe to a secret room in the Holy Son Hall.
"The holy order is opened."
With a light shout, the door of this secret room appeared on the intact wall. The stone door opened to both sides, revealing the huge space inside.
The eighteen rows of benches and square tables were filled with envoys from various countries.
The lights were bright, and bursts of scent of lights came, surrounding every envoy on the court.
The saint walked into the secret room without saying a word. She took the man behind her to an empty seat.
The man didn't ask much, let alone say anything, just sat down silently and waited quietly for a certain opening.
"Silent, quiet!"
The saint had just settled the man in white robe and was about to go out to welcome the next envoy. An archbishop in red had already walked to the high platform. As soon as he stepped on the high platform, the saint stopped and turned to stand quietly by the door of the secret room.
"I am Archbishop Bablo, and I give the Pope's orders to preside over this secret prayer meeting."
"This meeting was originally chaired by the Pope himself, but for some unknown reason, Babulo is not talented and can be given the position."
"Let's gossip and go straight to the topic."
"As we all know, this Son Temple was originally intended to be built for the Son of Romney Kesdram, but the sentence was pronounced for the sudden treason of the Alec Empire."
"Now Romney Kesdram is no longer suitable as the Holy Son of the Holy Son, and this new Holy Son Temple is useless."
"What we discussed in this secret prayer meeting is the selection of the new Son."
Babulo is a personal elite, and many envoys present had dealt with him. This meeting was actually somewhat unexpected.
Originally, everyone thought that at least the old archbishop came to preside over the presidency, but they didn't think it was Bablo.
It is rumored that Bablo had a conflict with former prince Romney. Now that Romney has fallen, Bablo should be very happy to come.
"No one is surprised at all?"
When Babulo just talked about selecting a new Holy Son, he deliberately paused for a half minute. He was about to hear the amazement of the envoys present, but he didn't expect that no one could make a marvelous sound. The scene even felt a little cold because of the half minute pause.
"Ahem, then I won't keep it a secret. Everyone here is a top-level nobleman in their respective countries and can make diplomatic responses on behalf of their countries."
"The age target for the selection of the Holy Sons is 7 to 22 years old. As long as those who meet this age group, whether they are civilians or nobles, they can send them to the Holy Mountain to participate in the baptism of the Holy Golden Feather Lion."
"When baptism is baptized, the one who can receive the blessing of the Holy Golden Feather Lion is the next Holy Son."
"If no one can receive blessings, a new round of selection will be carried out until the Holy Son is selected."
After the cold show just now, Babulo understood that the envoys present had a strong sense of concentration and broad vision, and did not easily sigh or feel that things were unexpected. Therefore, he did not keep it in a silence and directly told the open issues of this secret meeting.
The meeting continued, and the participating envoys each maintained their due demeanor.
At this time, the man in white robe quietly took out newspaper-shaped sheets from his arms. From left to right, from back to front, one by one, passed through the envoys sitting together in the town.
Soon, these singles were uploaded from the hands of the man in the white robe to each envoy.
There was no too much talk, and no one asked any extra questions.
The entire secret prayer meeting was completed simply and directly.
During the departure period after the end, everyone did not greet Babulo, but Babulo had a light on his face and felt that he had a unique secret prayer meeting in front of these envoys, which was a symbol of identity and status.
No one knows whether the envoys who left the seat think so, but everyone can feel that he is the only one who is kept in the dark in the audience.
No one cares about the new selection of the Holy Son, only he takes the open issue seriously this time.
This situation where the audience has tacit understanding but the host knows nothing is really funny from the perspective of the bystander.
The saint was originally very dignified and decent, but when he saw Pablo's red face and honorable look, he laughed unconsciously.
"Like a monkey, right?"
Next to the saint, an envoy wearing a crimson robe happened to pass by. Hearing the saint's laughter, he talked with some fun.
"Hello, please come here!"
When the saint heard laughter from others, the saint immediately took back his relaxed state, and his business and strict guidance were guided by the way out.
"It's really inactive."
The red robe envoy raised his lips, as if he was responding to the saint, and as if he was talking to himself.
The envoys left the secret room in sequence, and the saint who had been dignified all the time only quietly breathed a sigh of relief after the last envoy left.
Ignoring the old chromatic embryo's squinting eyes, the saint turned around and left, ignoring the unspoken gaze released in Babulo's eyes.
"Tsk tsk, the new saint is getting more and more attractive."
"I didn't expect that I, Bablo, still have the opportunity to preside over the secret prayer meeting."
"Don't look at you being a saint now. When you are not, I will let you cry and beg me."
"Today you ignore me, tomorrow I...hehehe..."
The saint, who is hot, fatal, tempting, but dignified, and holy and unpretentious, has long made Babulo jealous for a long time.
Now he is the Archbishop and presides over a secret prayer meeting. His status is different in the Holy See.
Sooner or later, he can play with these holy lotus flowers in his hands, rub and pinch them flat, and play with them freely.
"Hehehehe..."
Chapter completed!