Chapter 67

"Mavis, the goddess of wisdom, is the most intelligent of all the gods."

"She is beautiful, just, and loving... She wears a crown of flowers woven by Belanka, a gift from the Father God, and a long dress woven from moonlight, a gift from the Moon Goddess Caris. She is walking on the path to the temple where the Creator God rests..."

"Mavis wants to obtain a Light Gem for the Elven King Volshili, to defeat the demons that emerge from the abyss."

In the church in Visas, on the monthly Divine Lecture Day, countless believers pray devoutly before the statue of the Creator God god.

However, there has never been a day as crowded as today.

The church was packed with people.

The area outside the church was also packed with people.

Among them, the most mischievous children tried every means to squeeze into the room; if there were no seats, they would squat beside adults' legs, in the aisle, or lean against the window...

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They tried to get to the very front so they could hear what Bishop Grove was saying.

The vast church was silent as Bishop Grove spoke.

Grove closed the book, looked up, and smiled, saying, "The story ends here for now; the sequel is yet to come."

"We'll probably have to wait until the Thorn Merchant Guild sells ' Tales of the Gods 2 ' again to find out whether Goddess Mavis succeeded in getting the Light Gem from the Creator God on behalf of the Elf King Volshili."

Grove couldn't help but think that he was also very eager to know what would happen next.

But there's nothing we can do... since the lord hasn't written the rest of the story yet...

I want to urge them to update the chapter.

After Grove finished speaking, a lively discussion gradually filled the church.

"I really want to know what happens next!"

"I even bought a book called ' Tales of the Gods ' to read a few pages, but I really can't read..."

"I also bought this book. Luckily, my son is studying it at school, so I'll have him teach me when he gets home," said a man dressed in civilian clothes.

"I wonder what a long dress woven from moonlight would look like? It must be so beautiful... dazzling and captivating, like the gentlest goddess Charis..."

"Creator God! If only I could see it with my own eyes!" a woman still wearing an apron said as she stood outside the church.

Several women were standing next to her, nodding in agreement and longing upon hearing this.

Someone said, "If you ask me, Elf King Volshili should ask War God Ludwig for help if he wants to defeat the demon from the abyss."

"Ludwig, the God of War, is the embodiment of war. He is the most powerful god; he can surely defeat the devil without even needing to find the Light Gem..."

"But the God of War and the Elf King didn't get along. He once mocked the Elf King for being as beautiful as a woman."

"The God of War Ludwig, is too arrogant and haughty. The Goddess of Wisdom Mavis, has a friendly relationship with the Elf King, and is deeply favored by the Creator God. She will surely be able to obtain the Light Gem!"

"If the Elf King wants the Light Gem, why doesn't he go to the Light God Griffith? The God of Light can simply condense one with his divine power."

"But the Light God Griffith, never interferes in the affairs of other races."

"The God of Light is high above, dislikes showing himself, and rarely interacts with other deities... Only the summons of the Creator God can bring the God of Light down from the clouds... Oh, comparatively speaking, I still prefer the warm and Earth Goddess Nicola."

"No, my favorite Goddess of Love Hilarily."

"She was the most beautiful goddess, and she was lovers with the Sea God Leander, although they later separated, despite the god of love being too amorous..."

Grove listened to the enthusiastic discussion as he watched them file out of the church.

After the church gradually returned to its usual quiet state.

He said to the pastor beside him, "You're in charge of giving out bouquets on Divine Lecture Day. I need to go to Par Mountain to report today's results to the lord."

"Yes, Bishop," the priest nodded.

Grove left the church and headed towards Par Mountain.

After passing through several rigorous checkpoints, he arrived at the castle on the Par Lake, where a waiting maid led him into the study...

After Grove finished his explanation, Cyrus handed him a scroll with a satisfied expression.

"This is..."

Grove took it with a puzzled look and unfolded it.

After seeing the painting clearly, Grove's eyes widened, and an expression of amazement appeared on his face.

The painting depicts a scene of gods flying to the Heavenly Kingdom in the clouds.

--In the Heavenly Kingdom filled with golden light, the Creator God, dressed in a pure white robe, sat regally on a crystal chair adorned with flowers and jewels.

He is the supreme and insurmountable deity.

A pair of golden, emotionless, indifferent eyes silently gazed down. Long black hair cascaded over her robe, flowing down her shoulders and finally landing at her left wrist...

In the left hand of the Creator God, he holds a red Divine Flower Belanka.

Under the Heavenly Kingdom, colorful clouds abound.

A man with long, golden hair stood at the forefront, holding a scepter, his eyes gazing devoutly at the Creator God. Behind him stood a goddess dressed in a long dress adorned with stars, a vine entwined around her wrist...

Grove recognized them all.

--The man with long golden hair is Light God Griffith.

Behind him was the goddess of the Moon Goddess Caris; then Mavis, the goddess of wisdom wearing a crown of Belanka flowers; Sea God Leander of the sea surrounded by water; Earth Goddess Nicola holding a divine bird...

The painting is depicted very vividly.

The gods, each with a different posture, all gazed devoutly at the Heavenly Kingdom where the Creator God resided. Countless beautiful divine birds danced gracefully around the colorful clouds, Divine Flower Belanka bloomed in the clouds near the Heavenly Kingdom...

The painting is filled with peaceful sounds and a celebratory atmosphere.

Seeing that Grove was finally coming to his senses, Cyrus said, "This is a painting about the Gods' Birthday. What do you think?"

Grove exclaimed, "It's absolutely fantastic!"

"My lord, what are you planning to do...?"

Soon it will be the Gods' Birthday, the day when the Creator God was born and created all things in the world.

Cyrus said, "I plan to have this painting engraved on the outer wall of the church, and also print it into a book for sale through the Thorn Merchant Guild..."

Grove couldn't help but interrupt, "My lord, wouldn't it be a bit... a bit... to carve this painting onto the wall outside the church?"

After all, this is just a story fabricated based on the Creator God.

While the story is novel and interesting, it's not true... Won't that displease the Holy See?

Cyrus's response was to slam the Papal Edict on the table.

"You just need to follow orders and do what I say. Don't worry about anything else, I'll take care of it."

Grove nodded silently.

Cyrus: "Besides, it's just a story. What's the point of taking it seriously?"

He scooped up the Black Sugar that was licking its paws on the table, hugged it to his arms, and leaned back in his chair.

Black Sugar must have been held like this many times before, so it adapted well. It only twitched its round little ears slightly before settling into a comfortable position and continuing to lick its fur.

Grove's gaze couldn't help but fall on the little black panther.

This is a gift from the Pope to the lord.

He then recalled that the Pope had actually stayed in the castle for quite some time... so the Pope and the lord must have had a good relationship...

For some reason, Grove immediately felt relieved and went to do the task that Cyrus had given him.

On Gods' Birthday, the coverings surrounding the church will finally be removed.

Since the start of Divine Lecture Day, the outer walls of the church have been covered by a black curtain, and the sound of clanging and banging can be heard from inside every day, which arouses great curiosity among those who frequently come to the church to pray.

Today, Bishop Grove stood outside the church with his priests, while several soldiers, each holding a corner of the black curtain, pulled it open in unison under Grove's command.

With a "whoosh".

The black curtain fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

People's gazes remained fixed on the brand-new walls, their eyes wide and mouths agape, looking dazed.

Even Grove, who was prepared, was stunned and stood there speechless for a moment.

The paintings on the scroll are breathtaking, but the murals carved on the wall have an unparalleled impact, lifelike and full of spirit.

This is all thanks to the artisans that Cyrus carefully selected.

He repeatedly instructed that the carving should be done exactly as depicted on the scroll, down to the smallest detail, with meticulous attention to detail in everything from the subtle expressions and postures of the gods to their movements and the folds of their clothing.

Moreover, he demanded that the craftsmen achieve a "lifelike" carving effect.

Especially noteworthy are the images of the Creator God seated on his crystal chair, his golden eyes looking down with a haughty air, and the pious expressions of the other gods.

The artisans are practically driven to the brink of baldness and headaches by their clients.

However, when all of this is revealed, the visual experience is indescribable, as if one were actually there, witnessing the gods celebrating the Creator God god.

Especially when they are being watched by the eyes of the Creator God —those high and mighty eyes seem to be looking down on the beings He created from the distant Heavenly Kingdom.

"By the Creator God!"

Some people couldn't help but kneel down and pray to the Creator God. As if it were a signal, many more people knelt down afterward.

"By the Creator God..."

Grove also let out a long sigh of relief, placed his right hand on the back of his left hand and pressed it against his chest, bowed his head devoutly, and recited a prayer.

At that moment, he truly believed that the gods really existed...

Cyrus sat quietly in the carriage, watching everything that was happening outside the church.

After a long pause, he lowered the curtain and said softly, "Judas, let's go."

"Yes, my lord," Judas replied in a low voice.

Then, the carriage gradually drove away.

The effect of the church murals was undoubtedly sensational; people from Visas flocked to the church, and the entrance was always packed with people.

People from Komoy Fort and other cities wanted to come up and see the murals depicting the gods celebrating.

Over time, the mural became famous.

Churches in other cities began submitting petitions to their respective mayors, hoping to also obtain Gods' Celebration Illustration.

The mayor then submits it upwards.

Therefore, Cyrus naturally ordered the sculptors to go to the other churches to complete their requests.

In this context, printed copies of the Gods' Celebration Illustration began to be sold at the Thorn Merchant Guild.

The guild members were ordered to spread the word: taking this brochure into church to pray shows sincerity, the Creator God will surely bless you, and all the gods will hear your prayers!

What are you waiting for? Buy it!

Therefore, after "Tales of the Gods," this illustrated booklet also sold out instantly.

After listening to Gibran read the Chamber of Commerce's financial statements in the study, Cyrus smiled with satisfaction, her beautiful eyebrows curving into crescent shapes.

Gibran said, "My lord, our next arrangements are..."

Cyrus Zuoyi clasped her hands under her chin. "How's the research on the dyeing technique that Boris sent over coming along?"

"It has been thoroughly studied," Yadai said.

As Trak Kingdom, Yadai is now Cyrus's alchemy assistant. He is mainly responsible for some key research matters, one of which is the dyeing process.

Cyrus: "In that case, let's begin making the first goddess outfit—the Moonlight Woven Dress of the Goddess of Wisdom, Mavis."

"Yes, lord!" Gibran and the others replied with great enthusiasm.