Suddenly, the door to the study was slammed open.

Several strong men burst in with pistols, and Rose was the only one in the study, and the figure of the wise man had disappeared. Someone leaned on the window and looked out, but saw nothing.

"What's going on?" asked Rose.

"Sorry to interrupt, Miss Coty. The hounds in the yard suddenly lost their spirits, and to be on the safe side, we needed to thoroughly inspect the entire rose garden. ”

The leader explained that they knew that Rose had a special position in the rose garden and usually respected her.

These strong men were the few guards left behind in the Rose Garden after Nelson and the others followed Sean away.

In the evening, when there are no guests, the doors are closed, and the hounds in the rose garden are usually free, and these hounds are a little strange tonight.

"You're doing the right thing, go ahead. Rose nodded.

A few people took one look at the study, and there was nothing unusual, so they went to another room, but it was not a quick thing to check all the rooms thoroughly.

The Magi left through the window, and his ability to anticipate danger had to impress Rose. I'm afraid this comes from the instinct of an alien like a bloodthirsty.

Rose was in a dilemma, and her time in Vichy was perhaps the most comfortable she had ever had in nineteen years.

There was no fighting, no intrigue, she lived like a normal person, the people in the rose garden respected her, the townspeople loved her, and the orphans loved her.

However, she didn't want to continue to deceive Sean, but she also knew the power of the Magi, not just the strength of the Magi alone, but the terrifying power that the Magi wielded.

At this time, the Magi was walking through the streets of Vichy.

The town is in a joyful atmosphere, and even the poorest families are lavish and brightly lit up on the eve of the New Year.

Not to mention, the past year has been a very fruitful one for the inhabitants of Vichy.

At night, a group of children are still chasing and fighting in the streets. At this time, their parents don't want to scold them, just by their nature.

The shops, taverns, inns and restaurants here are still open, and some outsiders who have to stay here can be laughing and laughing everywhere if they pretend to be here.

On a street corner, the Magi stopped.

The True God Cult's Pope, Yusuf Lombardi, looked at him with a complicated expression, while the Pope's loyal servants put their hands in their cloaks and their bodies tensed.

They stared nervously at the Magi, as if they were facing a monster that could burst out and hurt at any moment.

The sage's expression was a little surprised.

"Happy New Year, Brother Yusuf. A look of surprise flashed, and the sage greeted with a smile.

"If I could, I would fall into the devil's way and endure the torture of a thousand sins in exchange for your death. As soon as he opened his mouth, the Pope cursed.

"No, no, Yu Sufu, I haven't seen you for so many years, you are still the same, you have not grown, and you can't wake up the true God to come just by preaching and preaching. The sage shook his head and said, "The true god has fallen asleep, even dead......

"Shut up!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Demons!"

The Pope's faithful rebuked one after another.

Regardless of the rebuke of these men, the Magi continued:

"The true God is eternal, but you are not the only one who is the spokesperson of the true God in the world, she has a good and light side, and there is also an evil and dark side, and I represent this other side. Look, Yusuf, how do you be ashamed of your present miserable situation, where the churches have been auctioned, their property confiscated, and the clergy forced to live in the streets?

Of course, you have a considerable amount of property hidden, and some of your clergy, dressed modestly by day, and ascetic, keep mistresses in secret dwellings by night.

I'm too lazy to debunk your ridiculous actions. I have always been among the people, and I know what they need, and I know what they are against! And you have always avoided the real needs of the people!"

"Listening to you, people who don't know the truth may think that you are the voice of the people. No, all you bring to the people is war and killing, and aren't you bewitched by the souls of those who died under the guns?" retorted the Pope.

"I have to be honest about that. You know, if there's only one person in this world who understands me, it's you. "I must state my opinion once again, death is only a means, and if the end has not been achieved through such sacrifices, then there must not be enough death!"

"I don't want to be a confidant of a careerist like you. The Pope lowered his gaze, "Especially a bloodthirsty man." ”

"I'm guessing you're wondering if you can fight to the death and kill me here. The sage smiled, "You have the right to give it a try." ”

As soon as the sage finished speaking, several people appeared behind him, some standing on the roof, some standing in the shadows, and an eerie aura pressed over them.

The Pope wisely gave up, and with a wave of his hand, his loyal servants took a few steps back. At the same time, the subordinates behind the sage also took a few steps back.

"Very well, that's the atmosphere of a friendly meeting. The sage laughed.

"Your friendship with me ended thirty years ago, and if I could turn back time, I would kill you. When His Majesty the First Pope ascended to heaven, he asked me to kill you, but I disobeyed his will, and it was the fault of my woman's kindness and thought, that I let a bloodthirsty man escape. The Pope said in a very sad tone.

"yes, you won't even call me by my name now. I miss those days, I'm sorry, I deceived you, but you should know how a bloodthirsty person can confess his identity and discuss doctrine with you?" the sage looked over the Pope's head and into the empty night sky, "You hate me so much, why didn't you report me to the secret police? ”

"Stop, Bloodthirsty!" the Pope growled.

Youssef, you are indeed a man of good faith, but you should know that I will not stop. "If I die in the future, I hope that no words will be left on the tombstone, and that future generations will be able to write it." If you have to write an epitaph, write it on the tomb of the faithful. I am also a person of integrity, and my insistence on faith is not below you.

For this reason, I give up my family, my love, my life, and I can only walk in darkness and sword shadows in this life until ...... Death!"

"But your plot will never succeed, look at the inhabitants of Vichy, will they let their good days go and allow people like you to start wars and bloodshed?" retorted the Pope.

The sage shrugged: "The inhabitants here were just lucky to have met a good lord. But out of here, in the city of Poitou, in the north of Genoa, and in the vast majority of the empire, there is oppression and inequality everywhere, and everywhere the powder of hatred is accumulating, and the people only need a little spark. ”

"Well, even if the world is in chaos. No nobleman, merchant, landlord, or commoner person really wanted to submit to a bloodthirsty man. This is a leading weakness in all your schemes. Pope said.

"No, as a diligent scholar who likes to read the secret scriptures of the Sect, Yu Sufu, you should know that the descendants of the bloodthirsty are not necessarily bloodthirsty, and after my bloodline has been passed down for several generations and dozens of generations, the subjects will not care about the bloodthirsty, and then the bloodthirsty will be able to exist openly in the world. This is true peace. ”

"Do you have descendants?" the Pope said.

"I had offspring before you knew me, and not only that, but I also had many mistresses, and I was very popular with women when I was young......," the wise man's expression was playful, "It's rude to say this to you, an old bachelor." ”

"You don't have to provoke me and provoke me in this way. Since you won't stop, then I can only wait to see the day when you perish. ”

"Then you have to take care of your body, otherwise you will never see that day, I heard that your current health is not as good as before. "The sage said.

The two always kept a distance of three meters and stood on both sides of the street.

Although the sage was full of gray hair and looked younger and more energetic than the Pope, he knew that the Pope in front of him was not an old priest who was powerless, nor was he a missionary pope as outsiders knew, nor was he a nerd obsessed with religious texts, and he hid a thin sword hidden in his wooden staff, which had also drunk blood.

The Pope wanted to kill the Magi, and the Emperor's decree that the True God Cult was an illegal religion greatly damaged the vitality of the True God Cult, and although it was later withdrawn, the Emperor really did not wronged the True God Religion too much.

When he was young, he joined the Cult of God as a scholar, studied the scriptures under the former Pope with Youssef, and had a classmate friendship with Youssef, and once regarded each other as confidants. The sage teacher is gifted and intelligent, and he has a strong memory, and soon he has the name of a sage teacher, and his natural talent makes You Sufu sigh to himself.

Later, however, the previous pope considered the wise teacher ambitious and acted too extremely, so he passed on the papal position to Youssef.

In a fit of rage, the wise master broke with Yusuf, and at the same time took away the extreme forces in the sect, and since then in the name of religion, he has been rebellious.

Come across.

The two looked at each other coldly across the street.

The arrival of a patrol officer shattered the calm.

"He's a bloodthirsty!" Yusuf suddenly shouted as he pointed at the sage.

The sage was surprised, and secretly scolded Yusuf for being a bit of a scoundrel.

The patrolman was a little farther away, and he was stunned for a moment, but he still reacted. The figure of the sage flashed, and around the corner, several more figures flashed through the rooftops and shadows, and then all vanished.

The patrol immediately blew the whistle, and the night lasted two hours.

The Pope did not leave the scene, even though Director Daly of Poitou arrived in person the next day, and he remained in Vichy.

"The whole town of Vichy knows me and knows me as a lowly pope, who provides for me and loves to hear my sermons. But it was a grave offense to me that the bloodthirsty man threatened me to give him this humble but sacred position......"

"Your Majesty, how did you determine that man was a bloodthirsty?"

"Isn't it enough that he showed me two fangs, and as a servant of the many, I will not show weakness to him, and I will not give up my right to serve the people. ”

Director Daley didn't waste much time in front of Youssef Lombardi, and he didn't have to worry about the Pope's safety.

He gave up his New Year's leave and rushed here as fast as he could, a little angry. In the past year, the Robinson family's bad things have been enough of a headache for him, and now this is happening again.

This is much more serious than the grievances of the chaotic party or the wealthy.

According to the results of the investigation, the bloodthirsty man and his party of six had come to the town three days earlier, and the waiter at the hotel recalled that these people lived in seclusion and did not deal with outsiders, and the leader was a white-haired old man who had asked him about the rose garden.

Many outsiders will inquire, and the waiter will not find it strange. Because the Viscount traveled extensively and his influence increased day by day, many people from all walks of life came here this year, some were scholars, some were journalists, and some were businessmen, and often at this time, the waiters would get tips.

Daley felt that this was a bit tricky, he knew that Sean had fought with the Bloodthirsty in the North, could it be that the mysterious Bloodthirsty Organization wanted to retaliate?

Daley gloated a little, because this might be an opportunity for him.

Thinking of this, Daley felt that this trip was not in vain.