Samael, the messenger of death, was once the seraph of the gods, the fallen, the high-ranking existence of the abyss, and the demon king with the same fame as Satan.

Ivo felt a little trembling, and hurriedly asked Old German, "How could I meet such a terrifying guy?"

"I don't know." The old German was solemn, and even in his heyday, he could barely draw with Samael, who has existed for much longer than it.

"Why can the high-ranking existence of the abyss come to the main world?" Ivo was a little anxious, "the blessings of the gods should be able to limit the strong in other worlds."

Old German nodded and said solemnly: "Theoretically, there is no problem. The only way for high-level beings to come to the main world is through projection and summoning. Another possibility is that the protection of the main world by the gods is weak."

"That's not good." Ivo frowned. He didn't expect to find such a big discovery after flipping through the classics. He rolled his eyes and put the old version of "The Book of Gods" into the space ring. This is almost an out-of-print book, and he might still use it in the future. Yes, Ivo smiled unceremoniously and accepted the collection of Westminster Cathedral.

Ivo suffered from insomnia that night, and replayed the feeling of powerlessness in the face of Samael's casual blow in his mind, gritted his teeth unwillingly, and felt that his strength was not enough.

In the eyes of other peers, maybe his strength is already against the sky, but the enemies Ivo has encountered all the time are far beyond the level he should be exposed to at his age, even if he does not mention the almost invincible like Samael. High-ranking existence, ▼ long ▼ wind ▼ literature ▼ learning, ww↖w.cf▲wx.n∷et Pirate King Rothschild, Black Queen Luna, these big figures, are not what he can match.

Age is both an advantage and a disadvantage. The advantage lies in potential, and the disadvantage lies in time. No matter how great the potential is, the enemy can only be dealt with. The distance between "genius" and "strong" cannot be reversed. Time gap.

It takes time for a soldier to practice, and it cannot be done overnight. It didn't take long for Ivo to become a seventh-level fighter. If he wants to advance again, at least there will be more than a year or so.

Ivo gritted his teeth and secretly said: "Perhaps one or two years should be spared to practice quietly in retreat, accumulating and honing combat skills."

With the asylum of the church, he wanted to get a certain period of time, and only waited for the affairs at hand to be resolved, he was ready to concentrate on practicing.

...

The Torrido blood clan was very efficient. In the early morning of the next day, before the mist had cleared, Ivo received an invitation from the other party to meet.

In a misty alley, Ivo, dressed in a priest’s robe, saw an elegant old man of blood. His hair was neatly combed. If he could ignore his pale face and emerald pupils, he would look like a deeply affected person. An old nobleman edified by etiquette.

"Marquis Vitchell Torrido, it is an honor to meet you, Pope Deacon Ivo Harriken." The blood elder bowed slightly.

Marquis of the blood family, Toredo is not good at fighting, and his strength should be a tenth-level mid-range. Ivo looked around, "Why did you choose to meet in a cramped alley."

"In our capacity, it's best to meet in secret." Weichel smiled gracefully. "The Torrido family is somewhat interested in the deal you proposed. I don't know what bargaining chip you can offer?"

Ivo smiled faintly, and took out the sacred object of the Setet family, Cain's tooth!

He clearly saw that the pupils of the Marquis of Vicher shrank suddenly, and there was a flash of extreme shock and fleeting greed, but soon Vichel adjusted his mentality and gave Ivo a deep look. The Ruiduo family is very interested in your bargaining chips."

Seeing Wichel calm down, Ivo let out a sigh of relief and dissipated the ghost fire hidden in the palm of his back.

There are fourteen seats in the Blood Council. The upper family is not harmonious, fighting each other openly and secretly. Ivo has investigated the information of the blood family and knows that Setet is very unwelcome in the fourteen families, and the treacherous, greedy, and shameless family tradition is second. The most criticized by other families is the loss of their sacred artifacts. Among them, Torrido is one of the families with the most tense relationship with Setet. Ivo chose Torrido after consideration.

The result also made him very satisfied. Toledo was very interested in the tooth of the hidden. The other party was afraid of Ivo's current status as the church, and did not dare to **** it. He decided to trade with Ivo for your own sake, a holy artifact of the blood clan. , It is worth Torrido to pay a lot of treasures in exchange for it.

"What are your conditions?" Witchell asked.

"The treasure map of Magellan in Torrido's hands, and the treasure map in Andre's hands." Ivo is not going to find Andre by himself. The value of the sanctuary is too high, so he simply asks the sanctuary to help him Get both pictures, easy and fast.

"Is there any more?" Wichel was very conscious. The two treasure maps could not be worth the value of the blood sacred artifacts. He was even prepared for hemorrhage, presumably the elders in the family would agree with him.

However, Ivo said casually: "Torrido will take care of the rest, as long as the value of the relic is equal to the value of Setet. I hope I can see your sincerity, so that we may have a chance to cooperate in the future. ."

Vitchell did not expect Ivo to give up the opportunity to dominate a fortune, and his affection suddenly increased, and he bowed his chest and said: "Understood, I will tell you what you mean to the elders, and when we have everything together, I will notify you. of."

Wow, the Marquis of Witchel turned into hundreds of little bats and flew away.

After the matter was resolved, Ivo returned to the church, and there was almost no progress on the night watchman's side. He had nothing to do all day, simply using it to exercise his physical fitness.

At noon, the Bishop came to him again and said, "The Sandro family is holding a dinner tonight. Miss Rebecca invites you to participate. Are you ready to be invited?"

Ivor waved his hand again and again, "I'm not going, you can help me reject her."

The Governor nodded helplessly.

...

In the manor of the Sandro family.

"Miss Rebecca, Deacon Ivo has refused your invitation." The butler said.

"Got it." Rebecca waved her hand depressed, this is still one of the few men who refused her invitation to the party.

She glanced at Alba, who was sullen next to her, and sighed. She invited Ivo, in addition to being curious about Ivo, she wanted to help Alba meet his idol.

"The **** church priest actually refused this lady's invitation." Rebecca gritted her silver teeth and kicked the chair angrily.

Alba sighed, "Forget it, it seems that I have no chance to discuss military knowledge with the legendary Hokuriku strongest commander."

Rebecca suddenly turned her eyes and laughed, "That's not necessarily true, I have thought of a way."

"any solution?"

"Since he won't come, we can go find him~lightnovelpub.net~ We will go to Westminster Abbey to pray in a few days, then he will never shut us out." Rebecca smiled slyly.

...

"My journey to redemption is complete, and the treasure map is almost at hand. What are your plans?"

In the tavern, the four of Ivo gathered together. The companions came to Odin with him to accompany him on the journey of redemption. Now that he has joined the church, Ivo is very curious about his partners' plans.

Ender scratched his head, "I'm going back to Hokuriku. After being out for so long, my mother should miss me very much."

Hades said indifferently: "I will continue to practice in the Brotherhood."

Ivo glanced at him, and he stopped talking. The Brotherhood was fighting against the kinship. He didn't know the level of Hades in the Brotherhood. Maybe he didn't need to remind him, he knew this information a long time ago.

Barlow, a straightforward guy, hesitated rarely, "I actually need your help on one thing."

(To be continued.)