Chapter 1616: Chapter 189 Going to the Church Together_4
Xi Wen smiled and said, "This is the Eastern Sword Saint Yun Ying, one of the four great Sword Saints of the current world. This is the Northern Sword Saint Hawks, and this is the Western Sword Saint Harry." The fame of the four great Sword Saints had been unwavering on the continent for sixty years. The simultaneous appearance of three of them immediately astonished those who came with the Pope. Facing these martial arts experts, who could stand on equal footing with him, the Pope solemnly said, "Welcome, three Sword Saints. Pardon my negligence."
Yun Ying and the others were also observing the Pope, sensing his unfathomable cultivation, and couldn’t help but nod secretly. Yun Ying said, "Your Holiness, there is no need for courtesy. We have come only to contribute a bit to the continent. We hope you will accept us." Hawks added, "Make sure there’s no shortage of wine, or I won’t have the strength to kill any undead."
The delight in the Pope’s eyes was evident to anyone. He walked to the three Sword Saints and bowed, saying, "It’s a blessing for all the people that the three Sword Saints can be so considerate. Xuan Di thanks you here."
Even Hawks and the others were shocked. Although they had always held their heads high, how could they not know the Pope’s status on the continent? They never expected that such a premier figure would bow to them. Their goodwill towards the Church immediately increased. Harry stepped forward, supported the Pope’s shoulder, and smiled, "Your Holiness, please don’t be overly courteous. We can’t bear such politeness. Speaking of, we are about the same age, so we are peers. We will regard you and the entire Church as friends."
The Pope nodded with gratification and said, "Having friends like the three of you is a blessing for our Church! Please, three Sword Saints, Xi Wen, do come in." With that, he personally led them towards the Temple of Light. Yun Ying walked alongside the Pope, smiling as he walked, "I used to hear my brother Di Si say that the Pope of this generation is truly an extraordinary talent. Seeing you today, it is indeed well deserved! What a pity brother Di Si is no longer here. Otherwise, the four of us could have assisted Your Holiness together, and the Death Mountain Range wouldn’t be much of a problem."
The Pope sighed lightly and said, "Admittedly, the Sword Saint of the Tian Gang is the one I admire most. Since mastering holy magic, my only defeat was at his hands. I really wish to spar with him again!" Hawks said, "That’s not hard to arrange; isn’t Ah Dai here?" He pointed behind him to Ah Dai, "This kid’s cultivation has already surpassed Di Si back then. If you want to spar, just look for him, and you’ll definitely be satisfied." Upon hearing Hawks’ high praise of Ah Dai, a thought stirred in the Pope’s mind. He wondered if these three Sword Saints had lost to Ah Dai in a match, as it seems the Savior’s reputation was well-earned. "He is my grandson-in-law; how could we fight? Sword Saint Gu Tu, I’ve long heard that your only hobby is wine. Our Church still has many stored vintages. Among them, the ten jars of the famous Immortal’s Drunk, collected by His Majesty God Feather, have stood out over the years. We’ve used some, and now have only three jars left. If you don’t mind, I’d like to give them to you. Only a connoisseur like you can truly appreciate such fine wine." To ensure close collaboration with the three great Sword Saints, the Pope spared no effort.
Hawks’ entire body trembled. Although he hadn’t heard of Immortal’s Drunk, knowing it was a collection of the Church’s first Pope God Feather, he was indeed surprised regardless of the wine’s quality or the years of collection. "Good, good, Brother Pope, you truly understand my mind! As long as I have this Immortal’s Drunk, I’ll do whatever you ask."
Ah Dai chuckled silently, thinking Hawks was indeed a simple-minded person, easily swayed by three jars of wine by the Pope. He exchanged a knowing glance with Xuan Yue and followed everyone into the Temple of Light.
Before the Pope went to greet everyone, someone had already set up chairs, and everyone took their seats as guests. The Pope, the three Sword Saints, and Xi Wen sat at the chief seats. To satiate Hawks’ craving for wine, the Pope first ordered a jar of good wine to be brought. The wine jar looked very ordinary, covered with dust. Hawks, with his wine-sensitive nose twitching, emotionally said, "Good wine, even unopened, I can smell the rich aroma. Brother Pope, is this the Immortal’s Drunk you mentioned from a thousand years ago?"
The Pope shook his head and said, "We often have guests in the Church, and Immortal’s Drunk comes exclusively from us, brewed through secret methods specially for entertaining guests. This is a newly brewed Immortal’s Drunk from last year; have a taste first. As for the wine that’s been aged a thousand years, I’ll have it brought out for you during the banquet later."
"Good, as long as there’s wine to drink, it’s fine. After all, this is good wine," he said, breaking the mud seal with a slap, and taking a deep sip like a whale drawing water. Speaking of drinking, his four disciples were well-schooled in Hawks’ ways, smelling the rich aroma, including the Ice Skeleton, they all swallowed hard.
Xi Wen glanced at Hawks, whose face was filled with satisfaction, shook his head helplessly, and said to the Pope, "Your Holiness, is everyone here? When shall we set off to the Death Mountain Range?"
The Pope sighed lightly and said, "Don’t mention it. Your Tian Gang Sword Sect was the first to arrive. The other forces have shown no sign yet. It seems the Dark Forces’ use of treacherous infiltrators to assassinate has achieved its goal. I fear that not even half of the elite we expected will make it."
