Who made you not earnestly create the world!

On the second day of the pope's coronation ceremony, all the creatures who had just come to attend the pope's coronation ceremony were still indulging in the shock of yesterday's coronation ceremony, and before they walked out, invitations were sent to them by the paladins one by one.

Every race received invitations, and a certain line marked on the exquisite invitations stunned all living beings.

——The Council of Mortal Races

This phrase is very strange, and certain long-lived races vaguely feel that they have heard it somewhere but can't remember it.

Even if you haven't heard of this council, just look at the name of this council to know what this council is for.

And the parliamentary time is this afternoon.

All creatures were stunned when they saw that time, this is too urgent!

Mitchell doesn't care if those creatures feel anxious or not, anyway, he is very anxious and busy.

Busy arranging the big and small affairs of the Holy See, busy suppressing those old immortals who stare at the table with him, busy receiving visiting envoys from all over the world, so busy that he is so irritable that he wants to lift the table and quit, especially now the Holy See In the absence of a large number of middle and high-level manpower.

Not all the former members of the Holy See recovered their holy power, only less than one-third of the priests and less than two-thirds of the paladins recovered their holy power.

The entire Holy See was in an uproar. Those who recovered were weeping with joy and thanked my god, but those who had not recovered were almost crazy.

Mitchell was also stunned by this, and ran to ask a certain blond boy. The blond boy didn't even raise his eyelids and only asked him to check, but was squeezed away by some people around the blond boy.

In fact, there is no need to check, Mitchell had a vague guess when he heard the names of the most violent priests and paladins who had not recovered their holy power. After checking the attitude of the blond boy, Mitchell was able to Definitely down.

Those who have been restored are priests or paladins who have never committed evil deeds; those who have not been restored, or will not be restored in the future, are those who have committed evil deeds by relying on holy power and power, or who have not pious beliefs Priests and paladins.

The holy power of some noble, pure-hearted, pious priests and brave, upright, and helpful paladins is much stronger than before.

Mitchell thought, very good, at least there will be no need to worry about the morality of the Holy See personnel in the future, and it will also reduce civil strife and conspiracy from the inside.

After simply removing or demoting all those without holy power from the Holy See, the newly-appointed Pope, who was already dizzy with hunger, threw away his pen and decided to go to the kitchen for food.

After meeting Claude on the road, the two, who were also overwhelmed by the bustle, looked at each other, and they went to the kitchen together to find food in tacit understanding, but they ran into Arnold who came to Mitchell to discuss matters on the way.

When Arnold saw the miserable faces of the two, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, swallowed the words that were on his lips, and changed his words: "I haven't eaten yet, let's go together."

The three high-ranking and powerful people wandered in the huge, sacred, solemn and unfamiliar Vatican. After wandering for a long time, they couldn't find where the kitchen was-they didn't know the way, and the current Vatican was sparsely populated, and there were no guards in remote places. , even if you want to ask someone for directions.

"Huh? Mitchell? Why are you here?"

Hearing a familiar voice, the three of them looked over with glowing eyes, and then - embarrassing.

Holding two plates exuding a mouth-watering food aroma in his hand, the red-haired young man with a plate on his head looked at them in surprise. Behind the red-haired young man, the young man who also held two plates in his hand was stern. His face was grimacing, but his voice was full of gnashing of teeth: "Your Highness Michael, please at least take that plate off your head!"

Such a homey and funny image is so different from yesterday's powerful, noble, glorious and holy, untainted image! !

"Huh? Got it, got it, Uriel, you are just too old-fashioned." Michael complained flatly, and then walked up to see one of the plates in his hand stuffed into the hands of Claude with a cracked expression. He took the plate off his head and held it in his hand, "Why did you wander here? Aren't you busy?"

Mitchell smiled stiffly: "Come here, find the kitchen, and have dinner."

"Just ask someone to send it to you, why don't you come out and find it yourself?" Michael gave Mitchell a strange look, and then said indifferently: "That's right, let's have dinner with us."

Who wants to dine with you with your life!

Mitchell and Claude glanced at each other, and they both saw the deep desire to cry in each other's eyes. They were just irritated because they were too busy to take a breath and eat!

Arnold was so regretful that the scene was green, if he knew he would have come here a few minutes late!

However, it is a supreme honor to dine at the same table with God and the Archangel. No one will refuse such a great honor even if they worry about their own safety all the time.

So the three of them were led by Uriel to the kitchen to serve the dishes, and then—they saw a certain Archangel Raphael who was frying steak elegantly.

Mitchell, Claude, Arnold: "..."

Even though I knew before that Raphael cooks all the time, even though Raphael still cooks very elegantly and beautifully, but after seeing Raphael's tall appearance as a seraphim with my own eyes, let's take a look at the station. Raphael, who cooks in front of the stove, has a very homely atmosphere and is very down-to-earth——

The three said that their entire three views are going to be bad!

The Holy See occupies a very large area. Due to the fact that there are not many Holy See personnel today, the main activities of the Holy See personnel are concentrated in the front of the Holy See. As for the living area behind——

After the blond boy took a group of creations and lived in the best palace, the new bishop silently ordered everyone not to trespass into that place without orders, and then silently chose a palace to live in as the Pope's bedroom.

So except for the occasional few servants who were ordered to clean up, almost no one came close to this place, and it was extremely quiet, especially suitable for these scourges to live in.

Mitchell cut open the steak, turned his head to avoid the flying knife, and muttered silently.

Except for the blond-haired boy, no one was eating well at the table. The creatures sitting on both sides of the long table were performing how to use utensils and food, and how to kill you with their eyes.

They don't need to eat every day anyway.

When the blond-haired boy put down the tableware, all the fighting between the living beings and the life-and-death struggle at the dining table came to an end. After taking down the leftovers and the unrecognizable tableware on the table, the creatures calmed down and sipped tea. Juice drinkers drink juice.

Angus then took the time to ask Mitchell: "How are the preparations for the Mortal Race Council in the afternoon?"

"The venue is ready, it's the content of the meeting..." Mitchell hesitated.

"It's just for everyone to chat. It's nothing important. It's just like a party. There's no need to be too nervous." Alves looked at the blond boy and said with a hearty smile.

Cain raised his eyebrows and smiled gracefully: "I think back then, that is, each race sent a few people to gather together, chat, and cultivate relationships between races. There is no need to be too serious."

Mitchell, Claude, and Arnold were all relieved when they heard the news. It was a headache for them to hold a parliament of mortal races when they were caught off guard. They didn't even know what that council was used for, so they could only tough it After sending out invitations, they were really relieved to see experienced seniors now.

Just when Mitchell was about to ask Angus, Alves, and Cain for advice, Beria chuckled lightly.

Seeing that all the creatures had forgotten to come, Beria said with a smile, "I'm sorry, I'm just thinking about the past."

Angus felt bad when he heard Beria speak, and immediately said with a smile on his face: "Is that so, please continue to think about it, Your Majesty Beria, and we won't bother you."

The implication: shut up.

Beria smiled harmlessly, with a hypocritical and contrived smile: "Your Majesty Angus, your guard really makes me so sad. I just remembered some things about the mortal race parliament in the past. Mitchell Does Your Majesty want to know?"

Mitchell's eyelids twitched, and he immediately refused: "No, thank you for your kindness..."

"The mortal race council has been disbanded many times—" Beria interrupted Mitchell, and his gentle and harmless eyes swept over Angus, Alves, and Cain , and finally stopped on Mitchell, his voice was soft and even weird, "One time, it was because the creatures in the parliament were taken away; once, it was because several races tore up the parliamentary agreement, causing the mortal race council to exist in name only; once , it was because the differences among the races were too great, which led to the bloody rivers of war between several races after that parliament; until the last mortal race parliament in history, that is, the decline of the last parliament, it was because of the human race."

"You humans are too greedy. You killed powerful dragons, you captured beautiful elves, you enslaved dexterous dwarfs, you slaughtered ferocious orcs, you hunted seductive sea people, you created half-orcs..."

"Belia." In the silence of the room, the blond boy looked at Beria with snow-blue eyes, and his voice was slightly cold.

The smile on the corner of Beria's mouth was faint, and he immediately looked at Mitchell apologetically: "I'm very sorry, if it troubles you, please take what I said as a joke."

Who dares to be a joke!

Mitchell wanted to roar, but he couldn't say anything. After a while, he pulled out a stiff smile and said, "...No, thank you for your information, Your Majesty Beria."

Now, he can be regarded as knowing that the Mortal Race Council is a magical council, and there is really no need to be too serious.

That is also a tool used by several races to get together, chat, connect with each other and circulate news.

Actually, it's useless.

... No, it still works.

Mitchell glanced at the creatures in the room, and quickly lowered his eyes again.

At least, it is enough to make the mortal races reach a certain consensus and pass on the news.

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