When he was in his prime, he eliminated the internal ills of the Theocracy and swept away those who tried to use him as a puppet. All this took him only four years.

After taking power, he focused on alleviating the harsh diplomatic environment of the Theocracy, ignored the repeated objections, and promoted the birth of the "Glorious Missionary Covenant". The severe ideological conflicts with Solon, Sligo, and Cordzon gradually eased and eased.

The poor living conditions of the people on the border of Theocracy.

For this reason, he was assassinated by those who opposed him and questioned by the Avatar of Radiance.

Undeterred, he held on to his body injured in the assassination and started reforming one round after another.

He didn't change his original intention, but he became cautious and diplomatic.

He requested that when the church be built, it should also be equipped with a lecturer to teach and answer questions for the local people.

He compromised with the nobles in exchange for their support of the basic welfare system.

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One after another, one after another...the great achievements and great progress that are being sung by others are floating by like clouds and smoke.

Finally, he was in great power and his prestige was at its peak. He no longer needed to compromise, but as he moved forward step by step, he got a glimpse of the root causes hidden behind all the contradictions.

He and Mao Jing sat in front of the bookcase and spent countless days and nights in agony and pain. Finally, he had no choice but to put away those majestic ambitions - he flinched because at that moment, he could not see the chance of winning.

This slight chance of victory may come soon, or it may never appear.

The past is like smoke, passing by for hundreds of years.

Laurent murmured and finished his last prayer, then glanced at Mao Jing's beautiful face with nostalgia, and closed his eyes with satisfaction.

"It's okay, just go to sleep... It'll be fine after a little sleep. Isn't that what you said when you applied medicine to my scales... After I woke up, it was indeed fine."

"Go to sleep... You are really too tired. No one will disturb your rest this time..."

Under Mao Jing's gentle pressure and soft murmur like a lullaby, Laurent's breathing gradually became weaker.

"I'm sorry...I'm really sorry..."

Mao Jing held back tears, rubbed Laurende's inelastic skin, and looked at the silver maple tree not far away.

"You...are really the biggest idiot in the world..."

In the early morning of winter in the year 572 of the Mela New Calendar, Laurent, the thirty-second pope of the Holy Kingdom of Radiance, met with the glorious God of the distant country in the papal tower.

After eighty-one years in charge of the Theocracy, the wise Laurent left his loyal followers forever.

The cry from the Papal Tower is as loud as the wind, and it will blow across every land of the Theocracy.
Chapter completed!