My Waste Husband novel 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.