This was Vatican, the smallest and least populous country on Earth.
Its name meant "City of Prophets."
At this moment, Yang Gaoyun, who had come from China, blended in among the Church of Yahweh believers, pretending to wait devoutly for the Great Pope's arrival.
As a professional intelligence officer from the Kunpeng Section, Yang Gaoyun's gaze, expression, subtle movements, style of dress—everything was flawless. He blended perfectly into the crowd without drawing the slightest attention.
My hairline keeps getting higher lately. I have to personally kill off countless brain cells every day. This job's getting a little too exciting.
He waited silently, but his thoughts drifted. After this mission, I'll apply for early retirement and transfer to a desk job.
Then I'll propose to Minmin from the Qingxiang Section. Xiao Ruo from the Xuanhe Section isn't bad either, but we're not suited for each other...
About five minutes later, an elderly man in clerical robes slowly stepped onto the pulpit with the support of two priests.
This man was the Great Pope, Phoenix.
According to intelligence from informants, the old man seemed to be planning something huge.
Yang Gaoyun, utterly inconspicuous amid the crowd, kept his attention fixed on this key figure.
Before long, Phoenix began his speech.
The Great Pope's eyes seemed to have turned a beautiful silver, divine radiance shining within them. They resembled mercury under harsh light, almost impossible to look at directly, as though they contained some unfathomable power.
"Chapter Seven, Verse Fourteen of the Bible: Secret Covenant: Record of Light and Shadow says: All who possess 'divinity' shall receive My favor."
"Silver-Eyed angels and Golden-Eyed angels each perform their duties. Their ranks are equal, with no distinction of superiority or inferiority."
"Those who love Him shall likewise be shrouded in divine grace, blessed with fortune