The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha!
Chapter 158 - 38: Face to Face (Request for Guaranteed Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 158: Chapter 38: Face to Face (Request for Guaranteed Monthly Tickets)

Gray had been "rolling a snowball," and when the Holy Father arrived at Lion King City, this "snowball" had already reached an earth-shattering level.

In the afternoon, the blue sky, white clouds, and the wind blew gently, making the silver moon flag with golden edges and a cross flutter in the wind.

Gray stood with everyone at the north entrance of Lion King City awaiting. This included Yilin, Shelley, Count Gruglu, Benedict II, Bob, Camilla, Abi Robbs, all of Yilin’s notable subordinates, and the entire Silver Moon Knight Order. Accompanying them was a huge crowd of onlookers and countless diplomatic missions, including Banette III.

The flags fluttering in the wind represented all the most powerful families on the continent.

Everyone was waiting quietly.

...

In a small alley not far from Pearce Cathedral, Morca pressed his back tightly against the wall. On the other side of the wall was a fireplace, a bit of warmth in the cold winter made him feel quite comfortable. However, that fireplace seemed extinguished, and the temperature was gradually disappearing, which made him feel helpless.

"Shouldn’t we go take a look? They said the Holy Father has arrived, and everyone is going to see him." Pao Pao stretched his neck toward the street.

"No. What’s the point in seeing him? What does it have to do with us?" Morca shook his head, "Besides, if we go, who will watch the books?"

Pao Pao glanced up at the makeshift canopy overhead, "I don’t think anyone would steal the books. We’ve been selling for days and haven’t sold a single one."

Although Morca was homeless, he was not utterly penniless. After all, he had lost his house, but the things inside were still intact.

So, they set up a shelter beside a wall with a fireplace and placed the few pieces of furniture they had taken from the house and piles of unsold books. Then Morca began his life of writing new books while selling the unsold ones. Fortunately, it was winter, so there was no rain. If it rained, all the books would be ruined. And lucky it was now the era of the Holy Knight, or else with such an exposed lifestyle, everything would be stolen by morning.

Of course, the behavior of occupying public roads could eventually be reported and them being chased away at any time.

Far away, on the other side of the box, two clergy members peeked cautiously from behind the wall.

"There he is, the author of ’Lich Knight.’"

Another cleric took out "Lich Knight" from his pocket, took a deep breath, and stepped toward Morca.

"Hey! Finally found you! What the hell is this you wrote? Implying Holy Knights are Liches. Are you looking to die? I want a refund!"

Morca was startled and raised his head abruptly, "I only sold one copy! And you want a refund?"

The cleric pointed angrily at the book in his hand, "If the Holy Knights find out you wrote this kind of book, they will kill you!"

"No, they won’t." Morca was not panicked at all, "He asked me to write it that way."

"He asked you to write it that way?"

"Yes, at the Audilet Grand Theater. His Majesty the King, erm... I mean Benedict II, was also there. I have witnesses. So he can’t possibly kill me."

"Really."

"I swear!"

"Then I’ll buy another one. How much for a copy?"

"Five hundred copper coins."

"Can you lower the price? These are all unsold books."

"Four hundred fifty, really can’t go lower."

"Then no need to lower it, I’ll take two, just right for a silver coin."

"Thank you so much! There aren’t many good people like you around nowadays!"

Seeing the two already making a transaction from a distance, the cleric hiding behind the wall pulled out a bag of silver coins and turned around... there were actually over a dozen other clerics dressed in civilian clothes behind him.

"Everyone buys two copies from him, don’t let him get suspicious."

"Okay."

"Understood."

So, a large group of people lined up to buy "Lich Knight."

"What’s going on? Didn’t they say everyone went to see the Holy Father? Why are so many people suddenly buying books from me?" Morca was bewildered, *Could the previous readers all have been blind, and maybe my writing is actually really good?*

...

"Holy Knight!" Carl rushed over on horseback, "The Holy Father has arrived!"

From afar, Gray saw a large banner composed of one big and four small golden crosses, with an eight-edged star symbolizing the Pope.

It was a massive diplomatic delegation made up of over a thousand clergy members and over a thousand Holy Temple Knights. There were hundreds of carriages.

In the center was a large carriage in gold and white, pulled by sixteen horses. With a golden dome, white body, intricate totem carvings, and six big wheels divided into two sections.

Without a doubt, this was the Holy Father’s car. Gray could clearly sense the holy power emanating from the carriage. Not only did that large carriage have holy power, but almost every carriage had holy power.

"Gray, since it’s confirmed that this is a negotiation, you must be respectful. Show your good intentions to the Holy Father. Unless he crosses your bottom line, don’t lose your temper." Catherine whispered in Gray’s mind.

"Don’t worry, I understand." Gray slowly rode forward.

"What do you think his first words to Gray will be?"

"Who knows. Gray is his biggest headache now, but since he’s here, he wouldn’t come just to argue, right? He should be more cautious than we are."

Vivian and Black Cat whispered.

In the distance, the hidden Zeda and Tavia floated in the sky watching quietly. On the other side were Belinda and Abod.

"This is an important negotiation. If it succeeds and Gray’s proposal is accepted by the Holy Father, it would be the best outcome. Everything would return to calm."

"So hell will definitely try to sabotage it, right?" Abod asked.

*"I don’t know, maybe."* Belinda glanced at Zeda and Tavia in the distance, *"With me here, at least those two certainly can’t sabotage it. But I’m not sure if hell has sent others. Also... Gray. He strictly adheres to doctrine and knight’s code, which means he can easily be provoked. Because his bottom line is too clear. Moreover, we haven’t received orders to facilitate this negotiation. This means besides preventing hell’s interference, we can’t do anything else."*

Abod listened quietly.

Soon, the Holy Father’s entourage arrived just over a hundred meters from Gray and stopped.

Gray alone rode forward slowly towards the Holy Father’s carriage.

The door of the Holy Father’s carriage opened, attendants quickly laid out a red carpet at the door. With the assistance of the clerics, the elderly Holy Father stepped down from the carriage.

The golden crown embedded with large diamonds shimmered in the sunlight, the aged face, and the robe shining white and gold. The enormous silver cross behind him almost made of diamonds. As soon as he appeared, his presence overshadowed everything around.

Gray approached within ten meters of the Holy Father’s carriage, dismounted, and walked forward. The Holy Temple Knights blocking his way stepped aside to make a path.

Upon reaching the Holy Father, Gray knelt on one knee.

"Your Holy Knight, Gray Gruggle, greets you, Holy Father. On behalf of the residents of Lion King City, the Isaac Royal Family, all nobles of Isaac, and the diplomatic delegations from 22 other countries present here, I welcome you. May the light of the Holy Spirit be with you."

Gray "kissed" the back of the Holy Father’s hand. Of course, it was just a gesture since Gray couldn’t lift his mask.

"Rise," the Holy Father said in an old, yet firm voice.

Gray stood slowly while keeping his body bent.

Perhaps due to age and a bent back, the Holy Father was a head shorter than Gray.

Half-closed eyes, the Holy Father softly spoke to Gray, "Ride my carriage, show me around Lion King City."

"It would be an honor." Gray respectfully bowed and joined the Holy Father in the carriage.

"Gray, I think you’ve made great progress. Hahaha, especially in manners. There are very few people in this world who can make you pay that much attention to etiquette now." Black Cat whispered inside the armor.

However, no one answered him, because Vivian couldn’t enter this carriage.

Catherine continued to remind Gray in his ear, *"You must be careful not to attack the Holy Father. Cardinals and above are protected by holy power, I might not be able to break through. Though if you use the Demon Lord’s power, you could, but best not do that. Otherwise, they’ll know you’ve accepted the Demon Lord’s power."*

"Do you think I would fight him?"

*"I’m just stating it in advance to avoid any accidents."*

The procession moved forward slowly with the carriage.

The welcoming crowd ahead made a path, taking off their hats and saluting. The whole world was quiet, leaving only the sound of the wind and the flags flapping in the breeze.

Gray and the Holy Father sat opposite each other, looking through the open window at the road lined with residents. The residents along the way all took off their hats and saluted.

"It seems they really like you," the Holy Father sighed softly, "though they’re saluting me, their gaze turns more towards you. The decaying city is being repaired bit by bit."

"Thank you for your praise, Holy Father."

"Your influence is greater than I imagined. Do you have further plans?"

"Which aspect do you mean, Holy Father?"

"Advancement. What you’re doing now is clearly beyond the duties of a Holy Knight. Persuading people to be kind, spreading doctrine, calming hearts. Normally, these should be done by Priests, Bishops, Cardinals, or even the Holy Father. Holy Knights only play supporting roles. Have you never thought about changing your identity?"

*"Answer him you haven’t considered it!"* Black Cat whispered inside the armor.

However, Gray answered, "I have thought about it, but feel the time is not right. If someone can do better than me, I think staying a Holy Knight forever would be fine."

Black Cat was terrified, but quickly noticed the Holy Father’s expression was calm, as calm as if this was the expected answer.

"You are honest, I like this way of communication." Slowly closing his eyes, the Holy Father whispered, "Just circle around once. The trip is quite long, I need to rest first, then we can have a good talk. Discuss your desires and what the Holy Father needs. I hope we can reach a good consensus."