Chapter 91: Bishop John, You Still Say You’re Not a Mage?!

Chapter 91: Bishop John, You Still Say You’re Not a Mage?!

Louis casually looked at everyone’s attire.

A bearded man wearing Templar Knight attire sat alone in a seat, his feet up on the table, boredly whittling a wooden sculpture. Wood shavings already covered the floor.

Three elderly men sat on a sofa, sipping tea lightly and chatting softly in low voices. Because their backs were turned to Louis, he didn’t notice their clothing. But it seemed there were some very exaggerated decorations sticking up behind their heads, and the attire of that Knight… also looked rather flashy.

Louis suddenly had a not-so-good feeling in his heart. But soon, his gaze was drawn to another group of people.

They were three gentlemen wearing white aristocratic wigs, standing in the center of the hall talking loudly. They seemed to be discussing mermaids or something. Their voices were so noisy they could be heard clearly from outside, making the three Divine Officials sitting across from them frown.

The servants inside who were serving tea were moving cautiously, and Kate was also very careful. She was afraid of disturbing the three Mages’ conversation.

Kate specially reminded Louis: “Those three gentlemen are Sir Bach, Sir Ron, and Sir Fermi. They are all famous Archmages of Englen City, and are also ‘Archmages of Solerndor,’ renowned scholars of the kingdom—the people sitting over there are Bishop John and other important figures. They came all the way from the Holy Court—Louis, Helen, once they finish talking, I will introduce you. Don’t be impatient.”

After saying this, Kate led Louis and the other person to a seat, seemingly afraid that Louis might talk too much with the Divine Officials and cause some trouble. So, she kept them somewhat far from those people—after all, these two young Priests, the mister and miss, were a bit special…

Louis didn’t pay attention to this small matter. His gaze was already captured by the three Mages.

Along the journey so far, he had seen people dressed quite fashionably, but these three Mages wore somewhat old-fashioned clothing, and they even wore stockings—red, green, and purple ones.

Isn’t this too Victorian?

Even older than Victoria?

Louis couldn’t help but glance at the butler’s clothes—a double-breasted coat, shirt, straight-cut trousers, and long boots. No stockings.

At least not visible on the outside…

Compared to this, the Mages’ attire seemed a bit vintage.

The scene of the Magician’s performance at the Train Station was deeply etched in Louis’s memory. And that real Mage was dressed very fashionably, quite different from these Archmages’ outfits.

Could it be that within this circle of magic enthusiasts, there were actually two factions?

“Bach, I told you, that wasn’t a Mermaid,” the relatively younger Mr. Ron wearing red stockings said earnestly. “Sailors often mistake that creature for a Mermaid, but that creature is actually called a dugong—the word is indeed very obscure, and currently there are no books about marine creatures. Navigators still haven’t explored many areas. People around the world who have seen these creatures may be as numerous as those who have seen Mermaids…”

Upon hearing this, Miss Kate couldn’t help but widen her eyes, looking at Louis with great surprise.

The red-stockinged gentleman continued: “Mermaids may have already disappeared from the world—or perhaps they were simply a legend that never existed.”

This sparked another round of debate, but no conclusion was reached. However, soon the trio’s topic shifted in another direction. They began discussing whether Magic truly existed in this world. Louis and Helen looked utterly bewildered.

No Magic? No Magic, so why call yourselves Mages?!

The two couldn’t help but glance at Kate again. They found Kate clasping her hands tightly in front of her chest, looking at the three Archmages with an expression of admiration.

Wait, is it a normal thing for Mages to believe there is no Magic in the world?

Then what did you, father and daughter, bring these people here for?

“Louis, how… how exactly do they fight…” Helen couldn’t help but ask quietly.

Louis shook his head blankly, looking at the swords hanging at the waists of those three gentlemen, and the silver battle-axes, war hammers, and scepters on the table…

At that moment, the voice of the green-stockinged gentleman rang out. He glanced at the frowning Bishop and Divine Officials across from them, then said loudly, “Many theoretical scholars indeed stubbornly believe the world has entered an ‘age where Ling does not return.’ Therefore, Magic has disappeared. But as everyone knows, the Divine Officials of the Moon Goddess’s Holy Court actually use a variant of Magic! This is the best proof that Magic still exists.”

Upon hearing this, many of the Mage dignitaries quieted down, all silently looking at the Divine Officials—they all seemed to completely agree with what Mr. Green said.

In other words, these Mages who believed Magic didn’t exist, thought the Divine Officials were all using Magic.

The Divine Officials who were caught in the crossfire couldn’t help but slap their foreheads—Anthony’s beard!

They knew it! These lunatics were going to call them Wizards again!

Two days ago, when they were teaching Her Majesty Dalphinia about divine history, she curiously asked if ‘Saint Anthony’ was a Wizard—and she said the Court Wizard told her.

For heaven’s sake!

And these Archmages from Englen, every time they met, they would once again claim ‘Saint Anthony’ was the God of Magic.

Damned God of Magic!

Cursed Wizards!

Couldn’t it just be someone with the same name who also lived three thousand years ago?

Yes, what we use now is indeed not quite the same as before. Our strength no longer comes from deities, but from our own power—this is absolutely not Mana!

Really…

And they say we, Divine Officials of the Moon Goddess Temple, are all Magic priests.

Pure nonsense!

We have faith, okay?

Do you Wizards have faith?

Do you have a lineage?

Our Moon Goddess Temple’s lineage is a proper, legitimate lineage!

Sure, we no longer worship gods. But don’t you see that big ‘moon’ hanging in the sky?

We worship this moon!

What we use isn’t any ‘Holy Magic,’ ‘White Magic,’ or ‘Light Magic’! It’s Words of Power!

And our Words of Power all come from the Dawn Codex brought by Saint Anthony!

Not the teachings of the God of Magic!

Saint Anthony himself said he wasn’t the God of Magic.

What does it have to do with you Wizards…

When Louis heard this inner monologue from ‘Archmage John’ (the Bishop), he blinked his eyes hard.

He suddenly remembered those lines from the handbook—if you encounter some Moon Goddess Divine Officials who can actually perform exorcism, then no doubt, they are probably Wizards.

Or Wizards with faith.

What they worship is the God of Magic!

Louis couldn’t help but look confusedly at the Divine Officials.

Then he blinked his eyes hard again.

Why were their robes so similar to the kind of Mage robe ‘Khadgar’ wore?

The collars were high, they had a conspicuously large Mage ‘moon circle’ on their backs, their magic robes were flashy, covered in Incantation Text, and they held those Archmage scepters in their hands…

And you still say you’re not Wizards?

And you still say you don’t worship the God of Magic?

… Wait a minute?

You all wear this kind of clothing, you are all Wizards…

Then what am I wearing?

What am I?!

At that moment, the ‘Archmages’ also looked over.

Both sides suddenly stared wide-eyed at each other for a long moment. Then Bishop John pointed at Louis, a wad of phlegm stuck in his throat, nearly choking him from shock.

Bishop John’s words didn’t come out, but Louis heard his inner thoughts and nearly choked himself from shock.

That big idiot Trif!

You’ve screwed me over!