Castle of Black Iron Chapter 1229 - Chief Pastors

Chapter 1229: Chief Pastors
Translator: WQL Editor: Aleem

The 2 throne pastors and 5 chief pastors from the eastern parish of Sacred Light Empire were enjoying their breakfast on the highest floor of the Honor Flags.h.i.+p of the expeditionary corps of Sacred Light Empire…

2 throne pastors were sitting on the two ends of the long dining table; 3 chief pastors were sitting on the left side of the table while the rest 2 chief pastors were sitting on the right side.

A lot of golden dining wares were put on the snow-white velvet tablecloth. Fresh deer blood being immersed in top-cla.s.s fire-dragon crystals inside the golden goblets which were embedded with gems still carried a bizarre heat…

Sacred Light Empire was a terrifyingly hierarchical country. When there were 2 throne pastors at present, all the other 5 chief pastors could only have breakfast quietly and solemnly and listen to the talk between the two throne pastors even though they were knights. They were forbidden to talk unless the throne pastors asked them to do that.

“The deer blood from the fetus of female deer is most nouris.h.i.+ng. I'm really not accustomed to eating a breakfast without any deer fetus' blood…” A slightly fat 60-odd throne pastor slightly shook his head and commented on this breakfast.

After drinking the deer fetus blood, the throne pastor's lips were covered with scarlet blood; compared to the snow-white delicate skin on his face, he looked a bit terrifying.

“Pitifully, the climate of Sukbi Island is not suitable to breed David's deer. Additionally, some female deer that we've replenished in Lexinton Harbor have died on the way as they were not suitable to long-distance s.h.i.+pping…” Another throne pastor let out a sigh.

Compared to the first throne pastor, this throne pastor looked elder and thinner. He looked like an old tree which had lost its water for a long time. The loose robe seemed to hang on clothes stand being made of withered twigs. When he stretched out his hand, it looked like a claw that stretched out of a tomb. The bulged blood vessels, meridians and tendons beneath his grey skin were clung to his bones. Those finger rings made of eternal stones seemed like sliding off his fingers at any time.

Anyone who saw this person could feel that this person's vitality was constantly elapsing. If it were another person, they must have long died. Zhang Tie really wondered how he could still be alive and how long had he lived.

That throne pastor who was like a withered old tree threw an admiring and jealous glance at that young throne pastor in the opposite. After that, he scooped up a ladle of golden caviar and sighed, “Thankfully, the caviar of starlight sturgeons are nice. Sukbi Island's seabird eggs are fresh too. On the ocean, they are rare yummy food and could provide us with sufficient life energy…”

“The G.o.d says that the source and secret of life lie in the embryos of lives. As G.o.d's spokesman on the ground, of course, we're qualified to enjoy the food…”

“We could only wait for the time being. When we arrive at Ice and Snow Wilderness, all the problems would be solved…”

“Whatever, it's just a small place!” The throne pastor whose skin was as delicate and smooth as a girl laughed as he said scornfully, “But I was told that Peter Hamplester is interesting. He fabricated some G.o.d's manifestations so as to convince those secular pioneers and Slavs and became famous among them…”

As for these rulers of Sacred Light Empire, n.o.body in this world knew G.o.d's Manifestations better than them. Now that they could reach such high positions, they must have manifested some G.o.d's wills so as to indicate that they were “favored” by the G.o.d. Sacred Light Empire had been tired of the most usual manifestations of G.o.d's wills such as “statue drops off tears”, “ident.i.ty appeared in one's dream and made a request”, “resurrection” and “apocalyptic wisdom”. Each year, these G.o.d's wills would always be manifested in the three major parishes of Sacred Light Empire in various forms. In those smaller parishes, if the pastors were capable and got along well with the superiors, their superiors would even a.s.sign people to support them by providing them with a s.p.a.ce-teleportation equipment. Those rustic ones would definitely be shocked by the so-called manifestations of G.o.d's wills which were made with the help of portable s.p.a.ce-teleportation equipment on some special occasions.

In Sacred Light Empire, obscurantism was a basic national policy. If not reach a certain high cla.s.s, people could barely touch much knowledge. Take s.p.a.ce-teleportation equipment as an instance, s.p.a.ce-teleportation equipment could be talked casually in any other countries; however, in Sacred Light Empire, only when a pastor reached a certain cla.s.s could he touch such a sort of knowledge and talk about it in private occasions. s.p.a.ce-teleportation equipment had another name in Sacred Light Empire——Sacred Item. In this world, all the sacred items were invented by Sacred Light G.o.d and were the certificates of the existence of Sacred Light G.o.d. This was the “standard knowledge” of s.p.a.ce-teleportation equipment in the divinity schools of Sacred Light Empire.

“Lord Mofie, are you interested in Peter Hamplester?”

“I'm interested in those vats of Ancient G.o.d Church. My courtyard lacks some containers for watering flowers!” The young throne pastor threw a glance at that elder throne pastor as he said casually, “I was told that Peter Hamplester's kids have their specialties. Those kids are still virgins. I think their blood must contain greater life energy…”

The elder throne pastor's eye light suddenly turned as sharp as a blade as it stabbed onto the face of the young throne pastor. It seemed that the young throne pastor had not noticed that as he just had food and drunk another mouth of deer fetus blood before continuing, “I think Lord Miller must be thirsty about those kids' blood. I don't mean to compete with Lord Miller for them. As for the others…”

“At my age, nothing is meaningful for me except those which could make me younger!” The elder throne pastor said after letting out a sigh.

The young pastor burst out into laughter as he raised his golden gla.s.s and said, “Then, hope we have a pleasant cooperation…”

“I'm old, Lord Mofie would definitely have a bright future in the eastern paris.h.!.+”

The two people clinked their gla.s.ses in the air before bottoming up the fresh deer blood.

In the breakfast, the two generals of the expeditionary army of Sacred Light Empire had already reached an important agreement and compromise. They accomplished the division of the most important booties on the Sacred Iceland Kingdom at the dining table. They didn't feel it was improper. This expedition was more like a brilliant armored trip for the two people. Besides the tedious atmosphere on the s.h.i.+p, it was nothing different than having a vacation. Because they had already known that no force across Ice and Snow Wilderness could resist them according to their intelligence.

However, as the expeditionary fleet gradually approached to the Ewentra Archipelago Waters, even though the expeditionary fleet was not afraid of having any head-on collision with the Sacred Iceland Kingdom, they should be precautious. Those heads of this expeditionary fleet mainly talked about how to prevent from the emergencies in the breakfast.

After reaching an agreement on how to divide the spoils, the two major characters felt good. Therefore, they started to discuss the possible problem that they might face.

“It's said that Peter Hamplester was a bit tricky. According to the intelligence, he might be a very powerful animal controlling master and could control a powerful huge deep-sea monster…”

“Huge deep-sea monster could only threaten those below knights. As long as any one of the 7 knights in our fleet launched a strike, Peter Hamplester's huge deep-sea monster would just be a piece of flesh in the plate of our fighters. It's said the flesh of huge deep-sea monster is also very nouris.h.i.+ng!”

“There're some disgusting flies on sharks outside our fleet. They're fighters of sea bear tribe from Ice and Snow Wilderness. From today on, we should have people wipe them out each day. Don't let those flies have our spirits dampened. As for knights, this should be an amus.e.m.e.nt in this boring trip!”

“Huck can do that today. Later on, each chief pastor would be on duty one day by turns. Before our fleet arrives at the Ewentra Archipelago waters, we should maintain our deterrence; otherwise, those hicks in Ice and Snow Wilderness would really think that we're here for a cruise!”

“Yes, Lord!”‘ After hearing his name, one knight instantly cleaned his mouth as he stood up and replied loudly, “I will do that right now. But I have another question. Although these flies could be easily wiped out, what about those merchant s.h.i.+ps on the sea? The traces of our fleet would be exposed by those merchant s.h.i.+ps every day. It's said that the chamber of commerce on the side of Sacred Iceland Kingdom provides 500 gold coins for each intelligence regarding our fleet. Two lords, do you think we should send those merchant s.h.i.+ps to the bottom?”

The young throne pastor looked at the elder throne pastor. After being silent for a short while, he replied, “Most of those merchant s.h.i.+ps came from the Western Continent. If we send them to the bottom, some countries would find an excuse for interfering with our action. They might be waiting for that. What do you feel, Lord Miller?”

Before the old throne pastor opened his mouth, Zhang Tie's thunder-like strike had arrived…