You Can Call Me Visas (End of Volume)

"The Holy Sound Church has come to visit."

Under the Sword of Order, the leading elder smiled and handed over a Jet-Black Document.

"We would like to request an audience with Bishop Ao Li Wei."

You Li accepted the document handed to him by the old man.

The seven iconic notes of the Holy Sound were drawn in gold lettering on the Jet-Black Document. As You Li's fingers traced the notes, the corresponding melodies echoed in his mind, as if someone were chanting in his heart.

This is indeed Holy Sound.

No one in this world can impersonate them.

You Li looked up at the old man and said, "Bishop Ao Li Wei is no longer here."

"Is that so?" the old man said. "Then other bishops will also be acceptable."

"All the bishops are gone." You Li shook his head. "As you can see, we have just experienced a disaster, and the bishops have all sacrificed themselves for it."

The old man immediately showed a surprised expression, which quickly turned into pity.

"I never expected this to happen," he said. "It's such a pity. In my memory, Lyra was still that prosperous and developed city of order."

The tone was as if they had just learned of the disaster.

Although everyone present knew it was a lie, since the Holy Sound hadn't visited Lyra for over ten years, it just so happened to arrive at this time, and in such a grand manner.

You Li turned his gaze to the delegation behind the old man.

More than ten years ago, before You Li joined the Devil Squad, he had served as a representative of the Holy Sound, so he had some understanding of it.

If he remembered correctly, the old man had brought not just a simple delegation, but a Player Orchestra.

Judging from combat power alone, they are absolutely no less than a fully equipped squad of the Devil Squad.

The problem is that the fully equipped Devil Squad are dealing with deadly pollutants.

But who are you sending out such a Player Orchestra to deal with?

You Li wanted to question the old man directly, but he held back, knowing that making things clear would only worsen the situation.

After all, the divine calamity that Lyra experienced was the first of its kind in a thousand years. The last time gods fought each other was Era of Divine War, and it never happened again after the structure of the Eight Great Churches was established.

Therefore, other churches will certainly try to find out what's going on here as well.

The Lyra is now like a fish that has lost its blood in the deep sea, attracting the attention of countless sharks.

As for Holy Sound, it was simply the one that was closest and therefore the first to arrive.

And...

You Li glanced instinctively at the Sword of Order behind him.

They were not entirely unprepared for the arrival of the Holy Sound.

You Li's look was naturally noticed by the old man, who smiled and asked, "So who is in charge of Lyra now?"

"If you're asking about bishops or those in charge, we don't have any at the moment," You Li replied politely, handing the document back. "At most, we have people like me who are responsible for a portion of the work, and we are simply acting in accordance with the voice of the Lord."

"The voice of the Lord?" The old man's expression changed slightly. "You mean, the Lyra God..."

"I'm perfectly fine," You Li replied calmly.

Upon hearing this, the old man also revealed the same hearty smile.

That would be wonderful.

While the old man was talking to You Li, the girl He Wei Ni Ya Hevinia from the Holy Sound Player Orchestra was also observing everything around her, cautiously but with great interest.

"Everyone says Lyra is the most advanced place in the world," a male voice whispered in He Wei Ni Ya's ear. "But now it seems quite disappointing. It feels pretty much the same as our Seed Zone. What do you think, Junior Sister?"

He Wei Ni Ya turned her head and looked at the man standing next to her.

The man was about three to five years older than her, dressed in a black mage's robe, and holding a staff that looked like a conductor's baton.

The top of the staff and the inside of the robe were engraved with "mi", which is the Third Note.

The notes joined together, like an ancient musical instrument, or a twisted silver python.

He Wei Ni Ya blinked. "Senior Brother Doss, you said this place is similar to the Seed Zone... but have you actually been to the Seed Zone?"

"Uh." Doss was just trying to make a metaphor, but he didn't expect He Wei Ni Ya to take it so seriously, so he laughed awkwardly, "Okay, I haven't been there. Have you been?"

"I actually went there," He Wei Ni Ya said, "Before I enrolled."

"Ah, you've been to a place like that... Oh, I think I've heard of it," Doss said. "You even fell seriously ill after you came back and had to postpone your enrollment by a month."

"Oh, don't even mention it," He Wei Ni Ya sighed. "Then the whole hospital knew about it, and I was laughed at for a long time."

"Haha," Doss laughed too. "So what's the Seed Zone really like? How does it compare to here?"

"It's much dirtier than this," He Wei Ni Ya said quietly. "Senior Brother, you can imagine that the ground under your feet isn't mud, but excrement."

"... Cow dung?"

"Human".

Doss's expression changed immediately. "Then I know why you got so sick after you came back. It was really scary."

"Sigh." He Wei Ni Ya sighed again, then shook her head repeatedly. "It's unbearable to look back, unbearable to look back."

As she shook her head, the mage's hat on her head naturally swayed as well.

This allowed Doss to see her fair and slender nape, and the "si" on her neck that was emitting a faint golden light.

That is, the Seventh Note.

This made Doss feel a sudden dryness in his mouth, and he had an urge to immediately go up and take a big bite.

But he quickly suppressed that desire and turned it into the concern and humor of a Senior Brother: "So if you go there next time, remember to take me with you."

"Take you with me?"

"Yes, at least when I encounter a road I can't avoid, I can take off my clothes." Doss pointed to his robe and raised his eyebrows as he said, "Here, I'll help you stand on your tiptoes."

"Oh, I see. Then you'll need to prepare a lot of clothes, Senior Brother." He Wei Ni Ya shrugged. "Otherwise, how will you manage to put them all on?"

"Haha, junior sister, you're so funny."

"Not as good as you, not as good as you." He Wei Ni Ya waved her hand again.

Hearing He Wei Ni Ya's words, a hint of smugness flashed through Doss's mind.

It seems that trying so hard to follow them out was definitely the right decision.

Whether it's Lyra not doesn't matter.

The main purpose was to get closer to He Wei Ni Ya, or rather, nothing was more important than that.

When He Wei Ni Ya turned her head again to look at the old man and You Li in front of her, Doss was able to see the back of her neck once more.

It's mainly that string of symbols.

His gaze hardened once more.

After all,

That's the golden Seventh Note.

After a while, the old man finally finished talking with You Li and then returned to the group with a smile.

"Mentor."

"Mentor Lai Ang Na".

He Wei Ni Ya and Doss bowed respectfully to the old man.

Lai Ang Na nodded slightly, then sat back in the carriage, with He Wei Ni Ya and Doss following behind.

After a neigh, the unicorn began to move, and the wheels started to turn.

"Mentor," Doss asked, "What's the current situation with Lyra?"

"The Lyra God is still alive." Lai Ang Na didn't hide anything and said calmly, "His true form is even inside the Sword of Order. I can feel his divine will."

"Ah?"

He Wei Ni Ya and Doss turned their heads at the same time to look at the Sword of Azure Sky that seemed to have been cleaved down from the sky.

"The true form of the Lyra God... is within that sword?!" Doss was astonished.

"Yes," Lai Ang Na said. "Lyra City itself was built upon the body of the Lyra God, which is no secret, and the Lyra God's poor condition is no different. Ten years ago, we sensed that the Lyra God's condition was deteriorating and that something bad could happen at any moment, which is why we ended our trade and cooperation with Lyra City, intending to wait until everything was over before making further decisions, but..."

Lai Ang Na frowned slightly.

"But in our calculations, Lyra should have been the loser. There was no reason for her to win against another god. And not only did she win, she won so... decisively. I can't find any trace of the other god in this city, as if she had been completely erased."

Doss and He Wei Ni Ya looked at each other in bewilderment.

To be honest, they didn't quite understand the part about God either, but that didn't stop them from being astonished.

"We need to find a way to figure this out," Lai Ang Na said. "After all, the passing of a god is a big deal in this day and age."

"But the Lyra God is still alive." Doss glanced warily at the Sword of Order behind him. The thought that it was the incarnation of a god made him lower his voice. "Will He just watch us like this?"

"He can't do any more," Lai Ang Na said calmly. "Although He is still alive, it's not much different from being dead. His divine power has weakened to the point that it can't even cover the believers in this city. The Three-Note Melody we played when we entered the city is the best example. Under the feet of God, they cannot resist our power."

Perhaps to prove himself, Lai Ang Na raised his hand and knocked on the carriage.

The band outside received the signal.

The lead musician then took out his staff, which resembled a conductor's baton, and began to wave it gently.

Among the accompanying orchestra, the musicians whose names corresponded to the notes "one," "four," and "five" were illuminated by faint lights of different colors.

Then, melodious music began, like Holy Sound playing from the heavens.

To this melody, the Lyra People on both sides of the street knelt down one after another.

Those who were close by couldn't help but kiss the ground beneath their feet, trembling and begging for forgiveness.

"Just as I thought!" Doss said with a smile upon seeing this scene. "They have lost the Protection of the gods, unlike us, who have the Divine Grace etched upon us."

Lai Ang Na hummed in agreement, then noticed that He Wei Ni Ya was also looking out the window, seemingly lost in thought.

"He Wei Ni Ya," Lai Ang Na called He Wei Ni Ya's name.

"Ah, Mentor." He Wei Ni Ya immediately snapped out of her daze.

"I know what you're worried about," Lai Ang Na said calmly. "You are my chosen disciple, and you will eventually become the most outstanding... Seventh Note."

"Yes... Mentor."

He Wei Ni Ya nodded slightly, and in the reflection of her deep blue eyes, the people of Lyra fell like wheat.

I won't let you down.

She answered obediently.

Half an hour later, He Wei Ni Ya entered a room.

This is the residence that Lyra prepared for them. There is a small female mark on the door, indicating that this is a room exclusively for women.

Logically speaking, given their ill intentions and the fact that they were playing Holy Sound on Lyra's land, Lyra should not have received them.

According to Lai Ang Na, Lyra had no choice.

Because the Lyra also needs their help. After all, they are still the orthodox religion. If it were the other Four Great Churches that came, it would not be as simple as playing Holy Sound and making some unfair deals.

Therefore, Lyra had no choice but to compromise and provide them with the highest level of hospitality possible.

Just like the room where He Wei Ni Ya was at this moment, it was so clean and tidy that it was hard to believe it belonged to a city that had just suffered a great disaster.

Looking at the series of mechanical devices in the room that were very characteristic of Lyra, He Wei Ni Ya couldn't help but take out the Seed Zone from her memory for comparison.

They're not even in the same league.

The thought of the Seed Zone, the mountains of manure, and the bewildered people brought back very unpleasant memories for He Wei Ni Ya; she could almost smell it in her nostrils.

She shook her head, banishing those thoughts from her mind, and then began to observe the things in the room with renewed interest.

Even after such a great calamity, the Lyra remains a place completely different from the Holy Sound.

He Wei Ni Ya first admired the wall clock, and when it reached the hour, a mechanical bird popped out of the clock, startling her so much that she jumped back. Her loose hat swayed, making her look like a frightened rabbit.

Interesting.

She couldn't help but smile.

Then he looked at a mechanical crocodile on the table with its mouth wide open, covered with rows of teeth that looked like they were inviting someone to press them down.

So she carefully pressed two.

Then there was a "smack".

The crocodile closed its mouth.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly and withdrew her hand.

But it still made me feel amused, and my eyes sparkled.

There are quite a few interesting things about the Lyra.

She thought to herself, and then started rummaging through the room again, like a child who had never seen the world.

After playing several games in a row, she turned her gaze to the corner and then suddenly froze.

There is a doll in the corner.

Because it was so remote, He Wei Ni Ya only discovered it now.

But why is it a human doll?

For some reason, when He Wei Ni Ya saw the doll, her previously cheerful mood suddenly faltered.

But she didn't think too much about it, assuming it was probably just another of Lyra's strange props.

It's probably one of those robots? The kind that can be activated?

He Wei Ni Ya stepped forward, wanting to examine the doll more closely.

However, she had only just reached out her hand.

With a "snap".

Her outstretched hand was grabbed.

He Wei Ni Ya's eyes widened.

This body temperature... indicates a living person!

Startled, she immediately stepped back, trying to pull her hand away.

But it was firmly held in its grasp.

At the same time, she heard a soft murmur, "I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Then, she saw the doll slowly raise its head.

She then met the gaze of an eye that resembled a star.

At that moment, she felt her breath catch in her throat, and a powerful fear surged through her, making her want to kneel down.

"Who are you?! Who are you?!" He Wei Ni Ya was almost in tears. "Did you hide here just to scare me?!"

Then, like a rabbit struggling after stepping into a trap, she shook her body frantically while talking incoherently.

"You, you, you've really gone too far!"

"Do you know who I am?!"

"My name is He Wei Ni Ya! I'm a second-year student at the Holy Sound Third Academy, and my Mentor is Professor Lai Anna. If you don't let go, I'm going to..."

"He Wei Ni Ya? I know her." He said with a light laugh, "The first-year girl from the Three Academies whom you killed in the stables two years ago."

He Wei Ni Ya's trembling body suddenly stopped.

The idol seemed to have anticipated this, slowly releasing her hand and shifting his body back as if choosing a more comfortable sitting position, but his gaze never left He Wei Ni Ya.

"Have you really forgotten, or... are you just too immersed in the role?" he asked with a smile.

Freed from her restraints, He Wei Ni Ya did not run away. Instead, after a brief silence, she raised her hand and removed the large hat that made her look as harmless as a little rabbit.

Her curly hair, like hemp rope, cascaded down like a waterfall.

The fear and innocence that had been there before were gone from that delicate face; her azure pupils were like ice that could cut through flesh.

"So..." He Wei Ni Ya looked at the doll in front of her, "And what are you?"

The doll slowly raised its hand, propped its head up, and said with a soft laugh.

You can call me.

"Visas".