"Little one, don't care about the Holy Codex, let me see what you call the secret note. With the clown's indifferent voice, Coughren only felt a light in his hand, and the secret note made of multicolored glare paper somehow fell into the clown's hand.

"This is—" After the clown got the secret note in his hand, he immediately looked upward, and a soft burst of holy light emanated from the multicolored glare paper as thin as a cicada's wings, and golden words like tadpoles gradually appeared on the paper.

"Boss, what is the text written on it? I don't think I've ever seen it before. Planck's voice sounded softly in the ears of the clown who was focused on the secret note in front of him.

"This is the sacred script, or more precisely, the special text that the Lord of Light has left to his followers. "The clown is undoubtedly more knowledgeable than Planck, but that's about it.

"How's it going? Is it the same as the little guy said?, is it a secret about our capture?" asked Planck, impatiently.

"This ......" The clown's rare old face turned red, he also didn't know what was written on it, only that it was one of the several divine texts left by the twelve main gods on the mainland. Thanks to the thick oil paint on his face, ordinary people can't find his embarrassment.

"Cut~ It turns out that he doesn't know either, and he boasts that it is a god, isn't it just a group of tadpoles!' The great troll warrior discovered the secret on the clown's face, and bit his ear with the old dwarf with disdain.

'Ahem. The old dwarf looked at Zambit in horror, coughed twice, and distanced himself from him like a frightened rabbit, why didn't the troll warrior have a long brain, and could this kind of contempt be said in front of the clown?

"Huh, strange, why did the divine inscription on this secret note change like this? This, this is incredible!" said Coughren on the side, suddenly incoherently. His interruption succeeded in diverting the Joker's attention away from the great troll warrior and inadvertently sparing Zambit.

"Change?" the clown glanced at Coughren suspiciously, could this guy be bullying them for not being able to read the divine script, and wanted to be blinded to get through?

"You, look, this part of the note was supposed to tell the story of you and your companion's capture—" Coughren pointed to the upper left of the note, with a little shaking, now with only a few lines of text.

"Liar. These few lines of tadpole text can tell you what happened?" Planck's voice of disbelief sounded in Kauflen's ears, and he probably counted them, and there were no more than thirty of these tadpole texts in all.

"That's what makes me strange, when I first got the cipher, there were the most words here, there were thousands, and what appeared here was not divine at all, but ordinary words. Cowflon was afraid that the clown would not believe it, so he said with a sworn expression.

"Are you saying that the cipher you saw was in the common language of the mainland?" the clown glanced at Coughlen, wondering how credible his words were.

"Yes, otherwise you think that I was just a little trainee priest, how could I have known such a profound divine text?" explained Coughlon anxiously.

"Probationary priest?" the clown showed an interested expression on his face, "Tell me, if I'm satisfied, maybe I can make you suffer a little less~"

"Hehe, let me think about when that happened, it's been more than a thousand years, right?" A trance-like expression appeared on Coughlen's face, as if he had returned to the day of the pilgrimage more than a thousand years ago, and one of his seemingly casual actions on that day now seemed to be a turning point in the fate of his life......

The kingdom of Claire in the western part of the continent, on the holy mountain north of the royal capital Brentes, is the headquarters of the Holy See.

Since the founding of the Eliad Empire, the Holy See has become the state religion of the Eliad Empire because of its great contribution to the Terrans who eventually unified the continent in the Great War of Nations. With the exception of the alien survivors who were hiding in the Warcraft Forest, almost all the ordinary inhabitants of the entire continent became devout followers of the Lord of Light.

Even after the death of Otto the Great and the secession of Clare and the Lording Confederation from the Empire, the Holy See still maintained its strong influence.

As one of the four holy places in the mainland, the sacred mountain where the Holy See headquarters is located is still a holy place that almost everyone on the mainland yearns for pilgrimage.

Every year, the first three days of the spring moon are the days when the sacred mountain is open to the public. In order to catch up with this annual holy day, devout believers from all over the mainland often start their journey to the holy mountain months in advance.

In the year 613 of the continental calendar, the Duchy of Bavaria had risen for many years and became the fourth largest power in the entire continent after the three kingdoms. The divided borders still could not stop the devout believers from making a pilgrimage to the Holy Mountain, which was already crowded with bustling crowds.

"Priest Poole, hurry up, we must get to the Holy Mountain before sunset today, tomorrow is this year's Holy Mountain Open Day!" shouted a young man dressed in a trainee priest's robe through the crowd to a rickety old man. Not far in front of them, the outline of the holy mountain was already in sight.

"Don't be in a hurry, Element, we should go to the Holy Mountain with pious faith, as frizzy as you are, even if you can reach the Holy Mountain one step earlier, it does not mean that the great Lord of Light will be particularly favored by you. The old man who replied was dressed in a heavy and ornate robe of the priest, which, though old, looked like new, and evidently he did not wear it often, and only wore it on the most important occasions.

"But...... This is an opportunity I've only got-" Eliment opened her mouth to explain something, but when she saw the stern gaze of Priest Poole, she completely wilted, and stood dejectedly, waiting for Priest Poole to slowly move to his side with the flow of people - it was undoubtedly a foolish act to swim against the current in the surging crowd.

"You can't run anyway, and you can't ask for it if it's not yours. After Priest Poole moved to Eliment's side, he reached out to help him straighten his tardily groomed robes, and admonished him meaningfully.

"Got it, Priest Poole. Eliment seemed to bow his head in obedience, but judging by his dripping eyes, it was clear that he did not take Poole's words to heart.

'This kid ......' Ilement's performance caught the eyes of the Poole priest, and he opened his mouth but said nothing, leaving only a helpless sigh.

The small admonition did not affect Eliment's young and energetic heart, and soon he came out of the frustration of receiving the admonition and began to look forward to the pilgrimage to the Holy Mountain in the near future. This is an opportunity that he has won with great difficulty.