Even in the current situation, neither of them revealed the ultimate goal.
This was their tacit understanding.
The two exchanged a smile, and the atmosphere between the old and the young returned to its previous lighthearted and pleasant state.
But just as the Archbishop was about to continue reminiscing about his magnificent life, he suddenly fell silent inexplicably.
"..."
He paused for a mont, then said slowly, "However, next ti sothing like this happens, don't take risks. Notify imdiately, got it?"
Herbert: ?
He was still sowhat confused, not sure why Old Deng brought up this matter again.
Hadn't this been settled already?
"Uh, yes, I'll try?"
While pondering, Herbert vaguely heard a barely audible mutter, "Sigh! Otherwise, I can't just wander around..."
Herbert: ???
He widened his eyes at the elder, but the other party still looked innocent, as if what was heard was rely the wind.
So, are you mad that I don't take the crisis seriously?
Or are you upset that I don't let you use the opportunity to sneak out for a stroll?
Herbert really wanted to ask and get to the bottom of it, but ultimately chose to remain silent.
He had expressed his own thoughts openly, and Old Deng had voiced his own desires.
"...Ahem, Your Excellency, if sothing like this happens again, how should I contact you?" Herbert asked humbly.
The Archbishop nodded with an "Ah, you young one can be taught" expression and extended his hand to him, "Hmm, give your hand."
He lightly traced a pattern in the palm of Herbert's right hand with his fingertip. A flash of light vanished without a trace.
"As long as you have this, when you encounter divine-level danger in the future, you can inject Holy Power into it... At that ti, I will be able to rescue you, hehe."
Listening to the elder's excited laughter, Herbert couldn't help but want to make a sarcastic remark.
If you really want to go out, who can stop you?
You could just sneak out!
Is it really that miserable?
But he also understood that so powerful individuals choose self-restraint for the sake of protecting the weak.
The Archbishop was such a person.
Although he also wanted to go out for a walk, he always imposed more restrictions on himself.
Their conversation continued for a while until the Archbishop was unable to recall his past glories before it ended.
As Herbert was leaving, he suddenly turned around and asked, "Could it be that you actually want to visit more often?"
"Hmm?"
The Archbishop chuckled, shook his head, and asked, "Child, why would you think that?"
"Never thought of it?"
"No."
"Really never?"
"Hehe, child, you should go now."
The young man squinted at the elder.
The elder smiled with squinted eyes in return.
"I understand."
After a long pause, the young man slowly nodded and pushed open the gates of the Sanctuary.
As soon as he stepped out, the waiting Chief Judge imdiately spoke up, "Ah, Herbert! You finally ca out, we... Hmm!!?"
He watched in disbelief as the young man smiled and nodded at him, about to respond, only for him to be swallowed by a crack that opened from behind in the next mont.
???
Why are you snatching him again, Guardian!!?
"Your Excellency! I was here first!!!"
The Chief Judge's anguished voice echoed underground, lingering for a long ti.
"You can't do this! Clearly, I was the first..."
Crack.
"Tsk."
A crack appeared beside the Chief Judge's ear, and from it ca the Ashen Bishop's displeased voice, "What are you yelling about? Go back to sleep if you have nothing to do!"
"If you keep making noise, I'll never let you encounter him again."
Upon hearing this discontented voice, the Chief Judge's mouth twitched, and he instinctively stood at attention and shouted, "Understood!"
Then I'll wait until later!
Anyway, there will be a day when we et, right?
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