The bishop turned his head toward the silver mirror hanging on the wall. It reflected his bizarre face.
No lips, no teeth—the entire lower half of his face looked as though some force had smoothed it away, leaving only sleek skin.
When he heard—heard that even the Pope could not undo it.
His hand frantically touched his mouth, fear and helplessness filling his eyes.
Losing his mouth would be one thing if he did not need to speak.
But how was he supposed to eat and drink?
Even if the Pope could remove the ability, he would starve or die of thirst before reaching the Holy Hall.
Meanwhile, the other clergy and Protector Knights who had previously been filled with righteous indignation alongside the bishop began avoiding his gaze.
They seemed to have forgotten who the other party was.
A hero!
The youngest hero of humanity, one who dared stand against the entire Church.
Why had they thought to provoke him just now?
The Local Bishop looked pleadingly at Nasir beside him.
Nasir was also a level 18 cleric, but he held no appointment within the local Church. He was a Field Emissary assigned to the Association.
Nasir bowed again and said, "Leader Wu Heng, I apologize on the bishop's behalf for his rudeness. It was also because of what happened last night that he spoke improperly. Please spare him this once."
Wu Heng glanced at the bishop. His expression was fearful, yet his face still carried an arrogant hostility.
He said directly, "The only reason I did not kill him was to avoid making this matter worse. Do not think your status makes you special. Three days is already very little. I will remove it for him then."
At those words, Nasir had nothing more to say.
At any