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Mrs. Joseph, who had already followed her husband, stood at the door to welcome the arrival of the archbishop of Hoyos, while little Siebel hid behind his mother's solemn black dress. His little eyes secretly observed the archbishop who was about to add to his baptism, perhaps noticing Little Siebel's curious gaze, the noble Hoyos squatted down and gave a friendly smile to little Si Boer, pinching his delicate white cheek.

Chen Fusheng, who had a strong sixth sense, felt that this cardinal did not have that kind of warmth from his aura. On the contrary, he felt like he was raising a poisonous, but cruel, emerald green snake in his previous life.

There was something fishy about the archbishop. Chen Fu Sheng stared at the archbishop's back.

"I don't want to attack Mrs. Joseph right now, so why don't you draw the rune behind your back with your right hand? If I'm not wrong, you want to activate the Fire Rune, right? After all, the person who taught you black magic is my most prized disciple. " A light word from the young man was the same as putting down the last straw that would crush Mrs. Joseph.

"What do you want?" Mrs. Joseph began to lose her usual calm as she panted. Not only was the other party stronger than she was, she was also in control of a secret that she could not speak of. She was in a state of complete passivity, but as a mother, she could not allow anyone to harm little Si Bol, or else she would swear in the name of God that she would break each of his fingers one by one.

"I just want to make a deal with you." Seeing that he had taken the initiative, the young man said, "Let me introduce myself, I am the plague apostle who is one of the 12 apostles, the spokesperson of Lord Ogres. Your second son, Si Bo Er, is chosen by the great apostle as the next generation of plague apostles, a fallen priest and the insignificant Durman Empire is destined to only make your second son, Si Bo Er, an ordinary mage. However, the power of the plague apostle can make him stand at the top of Black Demon Scholar's power pyramid."

Chen Fusheng's heart tightened, he had already understood the rumors of the twelve apostles from the ancient texts of the Doyen, that was the pinnacle of kings that even the Lord and angels had to be wary of. The outcome of being targeted by a big figure was mixed. From the speech of the plague apostle, he knew that this powerful force was not recognized by the Church. If he was discovered by the lunatics of the Ecclesiastical Tribunal, he might burn himself to death in the Flowerflower Plaza, and the thought of this sent a chill down Chen Fusheng's spine.

Madame Joseph was also afraid of the reputation of the spokesperson of the apostle. Even if these madmen who acted out of the ordinary killed her, the family would not say a word, because no one was willing to provoke a monster that could destroy an empire.

Seeing his mother hesitating, Chen Fusheng stepped forward to stand in front of the young man who was half as tall as him and asked in a calm tone, "If I become the next substitute for the plague apostle, can you guarantee that my family won't be treated as a heretic trial?"

The spokesperson stared with interest at the young Si Bo Er, who appeared to be out of date, and promised, "Although I can't block all the open fire and hidden fire for you, I can promise you that most of the malicious attacks will be blocked."

Chen Fusheng took a deep breath, holding onto his determination to go all out, as he said, "Okay."

Lady Joseph reached out her hand to grab onto little Si Bo Er's arm. Chen Fu Sheng looked back at his mother, who was desperately trying to protect him, and said with a comforting smile, "Mother, I'm fine."

For the first time, Madam Joseph felt that this young son of hers who only knew how to build blocks was as calm as an old politician who had experienced a lot of political plots. Chen Fusheng stepped forward and calmly said to the spokesperson, "Let's begin."

He bit his finger and slashed it across the air at Chen Fusheng's young body. A resplendent light burst out from his fingertip, and the entire hall was instantly swallowed up by this light, which was even more dazzling than the sun, moon, and stars. Accompanied by the indistinct chanting of the spokesperson's sacred poem, he was like a flawless god in the sanctuary.

Chen Fusheng suddenly felt an unforgettable pain in his chest, it was a hundred times more intense than the heart-wrenching pain when the steel bars pierced his chest all those years ago. However, for the sake of the glory of Joseph's family and this stage that he had yet to step onto, Chen Fusheng chose to grit his teeth and bear with it.

The spokesperson suddenly opened his eyes, his face revealing an unconcealable disappointment. The dazzling light on his fingertips also dimmed, and under Chen Fusheng's confused gaze, the spokesperson apologetically said, "I'm sorry, Young Master Si Bo Er. Please forgive me for speaking bluntly, you are not suitable to be the candidate to become Lord Ogres's apostle."

"What?" Chen couldn't believe his ears. It was like buying a lottery ticket and finding out the date was the same as last year.

"When you were born, your body was implanted with a magic array that can swallow all powers. Even Lord Ogres' Blessing of the Plague was not able to completely fuse with your body. "Although I don't know who did it, other than the descendants of the Pythagorean Mage guild, no one else has done it." After saying that, he sneaked a glance at Lady Joseph who was standing to one side. He was relieved when he was sure that the latter did not know anything about this either. A mage from the Pythagorean guild was the cornerstone of the magic world. Even as the spokesperson for the apostles, he did not want to offend such a legendary figure.

Chen Fusheng clenched his fists, trying his best to control his emotions. He asked, "So, Mr. Speaker, the promise we made is still valid."

"Young master Si Bo Er, if we didn't have a contractual relationship before, then the promise I made to you is just a piece of paper."

Chen Fusheng resisted the urge to go up and beat him up. In fact, those who were able to deal with the archbishop without making a sound were definitely not characters that a kid like him could deal with. The unwilling Chen Fusheng maintained his noble demeanor as he nodded at the despicable fellow, "Alright, Mr. Speaker, please forgive me for not sending him too far."

This guy dared to disguise himself as the Arch-Cardinal, which meant that the real Arch-Cardinal would most likely be stripped naked and die miserably in some stinky ditch. Moreover, his mother also had the experience of being in close contact with the vampire species, and if the people from the Ecclesiastical Tribunal came to cause trouble, the entire Joseph Family might not be able to avoid the most terrible crime, blasphemy.

After sending the spokesperson out of the Duke's Mansion, Chen Fusheng stood at the door and said apologetically, "I am very sorry."

Before the representative could finish speaking, Chen Fusheng couldn't help but scram at this hypocritical fellow. Then with a bang, he closed the door of the Duke's Mansion which was decorated with magic patterns.

Chen Fusheng was racking his brains on how to escape this bloody scene. He didn't want his triumphant father and brother to face the risk of hanging once they entered the empire, so he turned around only to see that his mother's dignified and elegant expression had returned. Without the slightest trace of panic, she picked up Chen Fusheng and kissed him on the cheek, saying something that left Chen Fusheng dumbfounded.

"My precious, congratulations on successfully receiving the blessings of the apostle, becoming a plague apostle is nothing. I swear on the name of the Rothschild Family, not only will you become the greatest Dark Magic Scholar of the Durman Empire, your name will also be recorded in the nameless monolith of the Goethe Temple."