My Waste Husband
Chapter 1042

Chapter 1042

It was the middle of May. When the lavender in Europe was in full bloom, romance filled the air.

At the edge of the country of Ross, there was a Holy City, which was known as a paradise for the gods.

This Holy City was filled with myths and legendary tales.

To the Recluse Association, this Holy City held an even more superior status.

In the middle of May, the Holy City announced that it would be temporarily closed to the public and that it would hold a ritual that was held once every five years.

The people of Recluse Association all knew that this was the selection that was held every once in five years, and it was time for it again.

The selection could be understood as the biggest changing of members within the Recluse Association. Each selection would affect the structure of the Recluse Association in the next five years.

And this time, the impact that the selection would bring was even greater.

In the past, bishops from every district would participate in it.

But now, the bishops had served for a long time, and they had gotten old. The bishops' successors would be the ones participating in the selection, and the successors who participated in the selection would become future bishops if nothing unexpected happened.

The Recluse Association had existed for thousands of years. Its power was far greater than one could imagine.

When the Holy City closed its doors to the outside world, it would completely become the territory of the Recluse Association.

Members of the Recluse Association were spread throughout the world. Now that they were all gathered here, solely counting the number of Qi-controlling Realm experts here was frightening enough.

Just plainly looking at the world- famous church would make anyone feel a rush of sacred aura.

The seven Archbishops, all dressed in white cloaks, had already entered the church.

Each Archbishop represented a continent.

Only the Eastern Continent was special.

This time, the controller of the Eastern Continent did not show up personally.

"Sackcloth Visitor, are you representing Lord Sanford again this year?" A monstrously shredded Archbishop Hebor asked.

"What's the matter? Does Bishop Hebor need to question the family matters of my lord?" Sackcloth Visitor asked impatiently from under his bamboo conical hat.

"Of course not." Hebor smiled. "Lord Sanford is of extraordinary status. Although we are all Archbishops of the continents, his status greatly surpasses ours. I'm just curious, if Lord Sanford doesn't show up this time, will his heir show up?"

As soon as Hebor said this, the other five bishops, including Bishop Morvyn, all looked at Sackcloth Visitor.

Although they were all archbishops, Sanford was like an insurmountable mountain to them. If it were not for his identity and faith, Sanford would have long stood above the archbishops.

Therefore, Hebor's question caught everyone's attention immediately. Sanford's successor naturally could not be deduced solely based on common sense.

Sackcloth Visitor simply laughed and said, "Naturally, my lord has chosen his successor for this selection, but I shall not go into the specifics about it. All of you need not waste any more effort to find out."

After Sackcloth Visitor finished speaking, the Archbishops exchanged looks of confusion.

At that exact moment, the entire Holy City split into seven parts.

Resembling the seven continents that were controlled by the seven archbishops.

Asia, Europe, Africa, South America, North America, Oceania, Antartica.

Archbishop Hebor controlled Antartica which was known to be the most desolate land.

Bishop Renier of the Oceania had also placed his hopes on this selection. After all, among the leaders of the seven continents, he was slightly stronger than the archbishop of Antartica, but compared to the other more prosperous continents, he did not stand any chance at all.

Europe, which was under the control of Archbishop Morvyn, could be said to be the most valued in the eyes of everyone. As for North America, which was the second most developed land in the world, was under the control of Archbishop Mercator, who possessed extraordinary power.

Africa was similar to South America in various aspects.

As for Asia, it was not within the consideration of these six archbishops.

All the while, Asia had always represented various things. Even if it was given to these six archbishops to watch over, none of them would dare to accept this arduous task.

An unwritten rule had always existed throughout the two-thousand-year tradition of the Recluse Association, and it was that the matters of Asia were only passed on to the Asians.

Many people flocked from all over the seven continents. The followers of the bishops were not definitely loyal to their superiors. For example, there was Andrew, who was one of Bishop Morvyn's men, but he had long served his loyalty to Hebor.

All seven archbishops had their own successors.

"Brother Morvyn, it seems that your boy Robbin hasn't arrived yet." Hebor smiled at Archbishop Morvyn and said, "When the clock rings tomorrow, the selection shall begin. If he does not show up by then, it would count as him voluntarily giving up his place in the selection. I think the desolate land of ice is very suited for your retirement."

"That's not how you should put it, Hebor." Renier, the archbishop in charge of the Recluse Association in Oceania said. "I know that boy, Robbin. He has been living under Brother Morvyn's wing all this time. Even if he did come to participate in the selection, Brother Morvyn, I'm afraid that you would have no choice but to move to Antartica. In my opinion, it might be a good thing for Brother Morvyn if Robbin does not show up. Otherwise, seeing how brutal the selection could be, an old Brother Morvyn would be the one sending the young Robbin off."

Where there were people, there would be competition. Unity did not always exist between the Archbishops.

While Hebor and Renier discussed on, the rest of the archbishops remained silent.

Archbishop Morvyn controlled the highly coveted Europe, and that on its own is a factor that attracted enemies.

Flynn's character was well known. It could be said that no one believed that Bishop Morvyn could continue staying in Europe after this selection.

Hebor sneered in his heart. He had already received news from Andrew that Robbin had participated in the Devil Trials held by Radiant Island, but all that they had on the island were just weaklings without the power of Qi. Yet Robbin had been fooled by one and was even moved to the heart. There was no need to fear such a person!

Two figures walked in from the gates of the Holy City.

The Holy City bustled with people of various skin tones, Henry and Flynn blended in very well.

"Do you know the rules and regulations of the selection?" Henry looked around the Holy City. He had traveled the world, and it was not his first time entering this holy city, but this time, he felt that it was completely different from before.

Back then, Henry had not mastered the control of Qi, nor did he know that so many incredible things existed between heaven and earth. At that time, he even felt that this city was a little too sacred.

But now, Henry knew that he had been ignorant back then. After mastering Qi, Henry became more sensitive to the world. The moment he stepped into the Holy City, Henry felt a sacred energy rush towards him. This energy even calmed some of the negativity within his heart.

Upon hearing Henry's question, Flynn shook his head and replied, "It doesn't matter. All that stands in my way are just my enemies."

"Hey, relax a little." Henry patted Flynn on the shoulder and said, "Do you know what you should be doing now?"

"See you tomorrow morning." Flynn nodded and walked to the opposite direction that Henry faced.