"For this Divine Son election, how do you plan to choose?"
In a great hall deep within the Light Church beside the Jialan Imperial Capital on the Nine Nether Continent, the old man Wolff was asking Pope Frederick.
"How to choose?"
Pope Frederick spoke with a face full of melancholy:
"All because of him, I've been stuck in this godforsaken place for thousands of years."
"Now that such a good opportunity has come along, of course I have to have some fun with it."
"Otherwise, once he 'wakes up', I won't get this chance."
At this moment, a soft ray of sunlight slipped through a crack in the door and shone into the gloomy great hall.
It brought a trace of life and warmth to the hall.
Just then Frederick suddenly stood up from his chair; that gloomy face of his suddenly bloomed into a brilliant smile, full of benevolence.
Seeing this, Wolff couldn't help sighing:
"I've known you for so many years, and I still don't know which one is the real you."
