An Unexpected Discovery!

In this huge, square space, there was only a large desk and a tall, heavy solid wood chair behind it. A burly, square-faced middle-aged man was sitting in the chair, looking intently at Chen Mo as he walked in.

He is the de facto ruler of Libya, Vice Chairman Dupont.

Behind him was a huge T-shaped opening that occupied the entire wall, through which one could clearly see the towering Libya City of Libya outside.

This office is located on a high floor of the Church Building, the tallest building in Libya, offering panoramic views of the entire Libya, including Nithers in the distance.

Just as the sun was setting, the golden sunlight bathed the entire city in a golden glow, making it appear incredibly magnificent and splendid.

Sunlight streamed in through the T-shaped opening, adding some brightness to the otherwise dim space.

A golden beam of light shone from behind DuPont, enveloping him and adding to his sacredness and majesty.

Looking at DuPont, who stood solemnly behind the desk in front of him, Chen Mo subtly sensed his state of mind.

"Really!"

A cold smile crept into Chen Mo's mind.

The Church's speaker, Libya's Vice Chairman, DuPont, is also a prisoner of passion!

This is not quite accurate. Libya law does not grant equality to everyone. As the supreme rulers of Libya, the Pope and members of Council are not bound by the law. The Pope's words are law. He said that emotions brought war, and therefore having emotions became a crime. If members of Council break the law, only the Pope has the right to punish them. Therefore, the so-called Emotion Crime have no binding force on these highest-ranking rulers of the Church.

The Emotion Crime itself is just a way for them to consolidate their rule by being inhumane and eliminating resistance. They themselves naturally do not need to become puppets without joy, anger, sorrow and happiness like the common people and the ruled.

They usually pretend to treat lower-level personnel equally and without emotion, but in reality, they are just putting on an act like politicians. They are high above and no one supervises or punishes them. If they are accidentally discovered by their subordinates, they can just be killed. They still need to maintain their image to the outside world.

"Thank you for coming, priest. I think you know who I am."

DuPont sat in a large, square solid wood chair behind his desk and spoke to Chen Mo with a dignified expression.

"Yes, sir!"

Chen Mo's face was cold and serious as he answered in a deep voice.

"You are Vice Chairman Dupont, President of the Third Council of the Jehovah Church, and the Pope's spokesperson!"

DuPont did not react to what he heard, his stern gaze fixed on Chen Mo's face, carefully observing his reaction.

"To be honest, priest, someone told me that you are a waste of your talents. You can almost immediately sense when someone is emotionally aroused."

Staring into Chen Mo's eyes, DuPont spoke slowly.

"And since you became a full priest, you have personally killed more than a thousand emotional criminals."

"My record is excellent, sir!"

Chen Mo's eyes were calm as water, and his face remained expressionless, showing neither joy nor apprehension. Like everyone else who had been injected with "Bosean," he showed no emotional fluctuations.

It seems that a thousand people are just a number to him, and he has no psychological burden about it.

Seeing Chen Mo's reaction, DuPont nodded in satisfaction.

The meeting did not last long. After encouraging Chen Mo and expressing the Pope's and the Church's high regard for Chen Mo, Du Peng continued to carefully observe Chen Mo's reactions. After confirming that Chen Mo was a steadfast warrior with firm faith and loyalty to the Pope and the Church, DuPont was satisfied and let Chen Mo go down to prepare for the Church's strength test.

After several days of frantic fighting, Chen Mo's Gun Fu skills had surpassed John Preston's, so passing the High Priest's test was naturally no problem.

After the strength test verified that Chen Mo's strength had indeed reached the level of High Priest, and that his accumulated merits met the requirements for promotion to High Priest, DuPont immediately signed an order to promote Chen Mo to High Priest.

For many years, the Church's top high-level military force has consisted of only six High Priest. Today, a seventh one has finally emerged, who is also the fastest-promoted High Priest since the founding of Jehovah Clerics.

When Chen Mo left the Church building that day, he changed his priestly robes into a black High Priest robe. Although the style was the same, it looked more imposing and handsome than the original gray robe. Most importantly, it symbolized higher power and status.

It should be noted that, apart from the original Church elders, all new Council members were added from among the High Priest. Two of the current Council members were promoted from among the original High Priest after Council arose. Therefore, High Priest are not only the highest enforcers under the Council, but also the only path to promotion to the true power holders.

After all, only those above the Council level can truly be considered the rulers of Libya and can disregard the law.

As Chen Mo walked out of the Church building in his black High Priest's robes, he was spotted by Brandt, who had just returned with Elo Partger.

Brandt's eyes widened at the sight of Chen Mo's black priest's robes, his face filled with astonishment.

How could this be...?!

He had actually become High Priest!

How is that possible!

With his eyes fixed on the High Priest's robes that Chen Mo was wearing, which he had always dreamed of, Brandt's jealousy and resentment burned like flames, constantly scorching his heart.

That should be mine!

Why should he be given to him?!

So what if we just killed a few more emotional criminals who were like ants?

I'm not reconciled!

Just as Brandt was consumed by jealousy, Elo Partger suddenly spoke up.

"Stop looking. We can't compare to a peerless genius like him."

Brandt was startled awake by Elo Partja's voice and quickly composed himself to avoid being noticed.

But then, he seemed to suddenly realize something, and abruptly turned to look at Airo Partger. The tone of his voice just now seemed...

Elo Partger, however, did not notice Brandt's unusual behavior. Seeing him turn around, he turned and continued walking into the building.

Brandt followed behind Elo Partger, carefully recalling the tone of his voice as he scanned Elo Partger up and down.

Suddenly, Brandt's gaze paused, landing on the pocket at the waist of Airo Patje's uniform. With Patje's steps, the pocket opening would occasionally flare open slightly, and something seemed to be inside.