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Chapter 456: Garcia's Conversion

"Emperor, Empire?"

Garcia felt like he was dreaming, but after thinking about it, he seemed to be in a dream.

"Is this weird?"

Bernice placed the lantern on the table, and then a magnificent wall rose from the void of the ground, the painted glass returned to its proper position as if fragments were restored, and the sacred image of the goddess appeared from behind Bernice.

Bernice stood up and saluted the statue of the goddess behind her, and Levian followed suit.

Garcia did not understand the faith of the Goddess due to the blockade of the Dark Night Holy Court, but he knew that this statue was definitely not the Lord of the Morning Star.

Moreover, this church is too real. After seeing it, the long table of the Dark Night Temple in the middle of the church even looks so shabby.

Only that long table made Garcia realize that he was still in a dream. Otherwise, seeing such a real scene, Garcia would only think that he was hallucinating because he drank too much.

Coupled with the fact that he was kneeling on the ground like a dog... no, it was the extremely pious Levian, Garcia now really suspected that he had woken up from the Holy Court of Darkness, and then fell asleep under the influence of alcohol, and was having an absurd dream.

After all, the opponent's power was too exaggerated. In Garcia's cognition, although those guys could weave dreams for him, they could not create things that were not in his dreams, let alone such a magnificent church.

Of course, Levian had just promised the Pope this magnificent dream church, but it would require a large number of Morning Star Apostles, and it would take the sacrifice of thousands of people to build this magnificent church. But with the actions of this nun, building such a church seemed like a piece of cake.

"Garcia, the second prince of Castile, sends his sincerest greetings to the Empire."

In the end, Garcia still bowed to Bernice in an extremely humble manner, and did not even dare to call himself a king.

Although his body had been addicted to alcohol these days, Garcia's mind was clear. If this was not his hallucination, then this Imperial nun had not only invaded the meeting of the Dark Night Holy Court, but even the rising star of the Dark Night Holy Court, Levian, was like a loyal dog in front of her.

Looking at this magnificent church constructed in a dream, Garcia even suspected that Levian's promotion was due to the help of this nun from the empire.

The power of the empire may be far beyond everyone's imagination.

"You do have some brains."

The sound of leather boots stepping on the cobblestone road rang in Garcia's ears.

Garcia does have some brains, but not much.

In other words, after being controlled by the Dark Night Holy Court, Garcia wanted to try anything to break free from the control, even if it was an illusion.

"As long as you can help me get rid of the control of the Dark Night Holy Court, I am willing to convert to the Empire's Church."

The Dark Night Holy Court not only controlled the entire palace of Katir, but also exercised the strictest control over Garcia, making Garcia a complete prisoner sitting on the throne, so that Garcia could only numb himself with alcohol every day.

There was no other way. Although the Dark Night Holy Court could invade dreams, it did not have the ability to captivate people, so it could only use the most brutal means to control Garcia. Especially since Cartier's geographical location was extremely important, under such brutal control, Garcia could not die.

Strictly speaking, the Dark Night Holy Court and Garcia even have a paternal grudge. After all, when Garcia launched the coup, he really didn't want to kill the old man directly.

Garcia no longer has any ambitions now, he just hopes to be free as soon as possible.

"I also sat in on the meeting just now."

Upon hearing this, Garcia broke out in a cold sweat. The other party's tone seemed as if he had always been at the meeting, but no one in the Dark Night Holy Court noticed it.

"You are in charge of capturing the Brain Servant... or the so-called Apostles of the Morning Star, right?"

Bernice's emotionless voice rang in Garcia's ears, and Garcia, kneeling on the ground, did not dare to raise his head and answered:

"Yes, I will be the one who arrests the people and sends the displaced civilians and slaves to the designated places. If there are no displaced civilians, I will create some."

"Not only that, I have also set up a special guard inside and outside the city of Katir to capture the people. The number of this guard is even greater than the number of people surrounding the palace."

Of course, all of this was agreed upon by the Holy See of Darkness, otherwise Garcia wouldn't even be able to issue the order to mobilize the guards.

"I understand. I will continue to collect apostles for the Dark Night Holy Court. However, from now on, those so-called apostles will need to be sent to the place I specify. Do you understand?"

Hearing Bernice say this, Garcia was in a dilemma and said, "But, great imperial envoy, I am now imprisoned and completely under the control of the Dark Night Holy Court. Even the transfer order must first pass through the Dark Night Holy Court before it can be conveyed."

Garcia said sadly: "I am also powerless."

"Do as I say."

Bernice came up to Garcia and used the toe of her leather boots to lift up Garcia's head as he knelt on the ground, forcing Garcia to look at her.

"As for those people from the Dark Night Holy Court, you don't have to worry. They will still monitor you, but they will monitor you for me."

The smell of leather boots mixed with the fragrance of weeds under the cobblestone road, coupled with the pressure of the toe of the shoe, was so painful that Garcia doubted that he was not in a dream, but at this moment Garcia showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

This smile was genuine, because those bishops of the Dark Night Holy Court always liked to scare him in his dreams, and even monitored and controlled his dreams. Even though Garcia knew it was a dream, he had no way to resist. At this moment, this real dream made Garcia excited. Everything in the empire was so great, even the pain given to him was so real.

Garcia didn't care who the followers of the Dark Night Holy Court in the palace belonged to. He just said with tears in his eyes: "Okay, great imperial envoy, I will send all the Morning Star apostles to the place you specify."

"Not all of them, just the previous share will do. I am slowly replacing the believers in the Dark Night Holy Court, so there is no need to alert them."

Bernice then turned and prepared to leave.

"Levian will discuss the specific matters with you."

Watching Bernice leave with the lantern, Garcia turned to look at Levian who had finally stood up.

"Come on, Mr. Garcia."

Levian turned back into the calm and respectful cardinal.

"Let us join together in the great cause of serving the Empire."