People are forbidden by magic, just become mercenaries

That is to say, if there are no external factors, a large part of the weight of who will be the archbishop will fall on the hands of "Annihilating Hakusho", and what's more, it will fall on the "leader" Vasilisa up.

Therefore, in order to prevent such a situation from happening, not only Vasilisa thinks this way, but other senior Russian adult education leaders also judge in the same way.

The "Pure White Cross" association must disappear.

It wasn't that they did anything wrong, the only mistake of those magicians was that they appeared in the eyes of the Russian adult religion at this inappropriate time.

"I don't care. Anyway, I'm not interested in this kind of idiot who fights for power."

"Yeah~ So, do you want to join the 'Annihilation White Book'~ Little Zig-chan will have a 'companion' and won't be alone anymore~"

With a gentle smile, Vasilisa spoke some touching lines at first glance, but Sigurd, who knew the character of this woman well, knew that she would definitely say some more impactful lines next.

"And oh~ 'Family' isn't out of the question~ After all, little Zig-chan is almost at the age where he can get a marriage certificate~ Elder Sister Vasilisa is very willing...Eh!?"

Before the words fell, the magician named Sigurd had disappeared in place.

"Really, little Zig-chan ran away again..."

Vasilisa looked at the church in the distance, and then at the deserted snow field.

"'Golden'. Although it is less than a hundred years old, the name is really nostalgic..."

Chapter 4: "Gold" and Mercenaries

It used to be the first temple of the most dazzling magic society in London.

It is obviously the first one, but it is called the "third".

But the reason for it is not a worthy story.

However, such a "legendary temple" is nothing more than an ordinary apartment on an ordinary street.

But there is no doubt that it was the first temple of the "golden" society that once existed in London.

The traces of time on European-style stone buildings that do not need to worry about damage from earthquakes and other geological disasters are so different.

Like a well-worn historical painting, even if you restore it with the right paint, it will never be able to accurately reproduce the true colors of the artist when the work was first completed.

So when you experience the original appearance of these ancient buildings that have been preserved to this day face to face, the shock is really indescribable.

Standing in front of such an old apartment, the boy named Sigurd did not move for a long time.

Maybe it was shocked by the color of the old building?

Perhaps it was because this was once the temple used by the "Golden Dawn", a well-known magic association in the "industry (magic side)".The admiration of being a "junior"?

None of this can be read from the expressionless young man.

After a short stop, Sigurd stepped into the main entrance without any scruples. The gate was not blocked. After all, in such an old apartment, who would be interested in wanting to come in late at night in London?

However, the fact that this is the beginning of the Golden Dawn will not change. For magicians of the "gold" lineage, it is like a holy place. Is it really appropriate for a boy to break in like this?

After climbing several flights of stairs, Sigurd finally turned into a corridor on a certain floor.

In the straight and narrow corridor, there was neither place to hide nor place to hide, and the identical doors were lined up at equal distances.

Sigurd didn't have too much hesitation or choice, as if he was acting in his own home, he went straight to one of the doors that didn't look special, and turned the doorknob without hesitation .

It seemed like he was declaring that he, who is of the "golden" lineage, had the right to say "I'm back".

"..."

There is no artificial light source, and the room is completely dark.

There are faint spots of light floating in the dark room, which seem to be just dust reflecting the moonlight.All this is not an illusion, Sigurd clicked his tongue, then took out his phone, turned on the flash on the back to illuminate the room.

The boy lit up the room where the members of "Golden" existed a hundred years ago.

Everything was covered in thick dust.Tiny particles floating in the air shone in the moonlight, like dust particles seen in a movie theater floating in the path of projected light.

It was obvious that no one had used it for a long time.

The plastic sheets spread over tables and shelves to keep dust out are perhaps the last vestiges of human intervention.

All lighting equipment was removed, but only to prevent a short circuit caused by aging electrical circuits and cause a fire.

No footprints on the dusty floor.

It has been preserved as a shrine to the Golden Dawn, but that's about it.

There is no such scene as it was a hundred years ago.

"Are you sure you're here again?"

"..."

The girl who looked like a mere girl quietly appeared behind the boy.

She has fair skin and blonde hair that would be easy to sell in a gem shop, and her pupils are clear blue.

The hair was almost twice as long as his height, reached ankle height, was folded up, returned to the back of the head, and held in place with huge silver barrettes, before being folded down again until it fell to about his waist.

"As a 'golden' magician, do you care about the past of this place? That legendary association that rises rapidly and then dies suddenly like a novel plot?"

"It's nothing, just take a look. After all, the magicians of that era, I really can't contact them in the direction of Wei'an. Maybe there are many greasy uncles who will go crazy after drinking?"

"It's really the same, and it doesn't show mercy to the association at the starting point of its own magic."

A girl in a beige monk's uniform approached the boy.

"I really don't want to be told by you, a guy who violates the rules everywhere. Madam Archbishop?"

"I don't think so? I chose such a plain outfit..."

Wearing a simple beige monastic uniform, the girl on the left and right seemed to be alone, speaking in English calmly.

In fact, according to the regulations, only the five colors of white, red, black, green, and purple and gold thread for decoration can be used in the clothing of the clergy, so this girl actually secretly violated the regulations.

I'm afraid she is the only one who thinks that she can make herself inconspicuous just by wearing such clothes.

The girl's name is Lola Stuart, she is the supreme bishop of the Puritan Church in England, and her duty is to "command the Puritan Church in place of the busy Pope", that is, the "manager".

But for British Puritanism, the so-called "pope" is just a guy who exists in name only.

Without intending to stay too long, the name Sigurd directly talked about the purpose of this trip.

"So, what's the 'business' this time?"

"Give me some time to explain this."

Leaving the way out, a girl named Lola led Sigurd to the gate.

They went downstairs side by side and left this building that has left countless legends.

In front of the gate, there is a rather luxurious carriage, which does not even need to be identified by other features.

Just relying on the British Lion coat of arms on the car door and the wheel set with a strong Christian taste, the purpose of this trip seems to be clear.

Chapter 5: May the Bible guide your path, mercenary

St. George's Cathedral.

Although named the Cathedral, it is actually just one of many churches in central London.

Although the church building is not small, it can be said to be very different from world-renowned tourist attractions such as Westminster Abbey and St. Paul's Cathedral.

Of course, compared with the Canterbury Abbey, which was the founding place of Puritanism in England, it is not the same.

In fact, in London, there are too many buildings with the name of "St. George".

In addition to churches, there are also department stores, restaurants, clothing stores, schools, etc. There may be dozens of them in the downtown area alone.

Not only that, but there may be more than ten churches with the full name of "St. George's Cathedral".

About the close relationship between "St. George" and the British, even from the British flag, it can be seen a little.

The red cross with a white border in the flag of the United Kingdom represents Saint George, the patron saint of England, the white cross represents Saint Andrew, the patron saint of Scotland, and the red cross represents Saint Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland.

The essence of being a magical country is fully reflected in the national flag.

And this St. George's Cathedral was originally the base of the "Church of Necessary Evil", a subsidiary organization of the British Puritan Church.

But that's not something to be proud of.

The duty of the "Church of Necessary Evil" is to completely annihilate and eradicate all kinds of magical associations and their magicians in the United Kingdom. of magic.

And because of this relationship, these people had a rather low status in the British Puritan Church, and in the end they were even forced to leave Canterbury, the headquarters of the British Puritan Church, and moved to this "St. George's Cathedral".

But then, things took an unexpected turn.

The "Church of Necessary Evil", which was originally a peripheral organization of the church, has silently contributed countless results.

And these achievements allowed the "Church of Necessary Evil" to gradually accumulate trust and real power within the huge organization of the British Puritan Church.

Today, although the superficial organizational heart of the British Puritan Church is still the Canterbury Abbey, the underlying decision-making power has been completely transferred to St. George's Cathedral.

Therefore, this cathedral, which is a little far from the center of London, has now become the central institution governing the huge national religion of English Puritanism.

"It seems that the destination is not Buckingham Palace?"

"Please forgive me on this point. After all, it is really inappropriate to make this commission known to the public. If people from the 'outside' find out, then the follow-up processing will be quite troublesome."

"I don't think the 'internal' members know it, do they?"

The supreme bishop named Laura just returned a helpless wry smile, as if expressing a helpless acquiescence to Sigurd's words.

In the middle of the night in London, it was raining continuously.

The thick fog perfectly concealed the horse-drawn carriages galloping down the ancient streets.

"Is it about the Spanish Star Sect?"

"The capture of the third princess is only part of it. More importantly, the other party's magician seems to have sneaked into London."

"A good one is more important."

The safety of his own daughter has fallen under the country itself.

Although as the queen of the huge United Kingdom, such an approach is understandable, but Sigurd will never agree with such a thing.

It hasn't been a day or two since Laura has dealt with Sigurd. Although she sounds quite unhappy, she also knows that the mercenary opposite her can understand the queen's reason for doing so.

Without redundant clichés and formulaic nonsense, the Supreme Bishop straightforwardly spoke about the important tasks entrusted to him in this carriage named "Iron Dome".