Mitchell's gaze was fixed on the building ahead.
Above the building loomed a cross, with a human figure bound to it.
Engraved on the walls were the bodies of women with wings…
Mitchell glanced and then withdrew his gaze.
A disdainful snort escaped his lips.
After walking a few dozen meters.
Mitchell arrived at the tall and heavy front door of the building.
It seemed to be made of oak, its surface carved with intricate and exquisite religious symbols.
From the Era of Light to the life deeds of the Saints, every detail was vividly depicted.
No need for Mitchell to knock.
The massive door suddenly opened from within.
A gap appeared, wide enough for one person to pass through.
A middle-aged priest in a white robe poked his head out from behind the door.
After confirming Mitchell's figure and face.
The middle-aged priest explained, "Your Highness, the Archbishop is in the lounge."
"Due to certain reasons, I cannot escort you there."
