"You mean, let's rush to the Great Templar and rescue a bunch of children who can't even hold a short sword in front of tens of thousands of madmen?!" Aldenan couldn't believe his ears and yelled at Randall, "This is suicide!"

Bourville let out a breath of white air from the bull's nose and roared at Aldnan, "You dare to question the dragon god's decision?!"

Aldnan waved his wolf claws and asked in a loud voice, "Then you tell me, how exactly should I complete this suicide-like mission?!"

"Shut up!" said Carroll, crouching beside Randall, pointing to a simple map that Pedro had drawn on the ground with a twig, "Come and listen!"

Pedro pointed to an entrance on the map and said, "This is the prison we are in, and because of its remote and sparsely populated location, very few people come here. And we didn't let a single person go on the way to attack here. So, for a while, I don't think anyone will notice us. ”

Randall said: "But sooner or later, the matter of the prison robbery will be exposed. ”

"That's right. Pedro nodded: "The next changing of the guard in the prison is at dawn, and if all goes well, we should have less than two hours left." ”

Carroll frowned and asked, "Two hours, how can you transfer so many children in such a short time?"

Pedro moved the branch to a building on the map: "This is the Great Church, this is the Holy Corridor, and less than two hundred meters to the south is the House of Confessions, where the priests confess to God. If the child is taken away in such a grand manner, it will definitely be discovered by the guards. ”

Stopping Aldenand's question with his hand, Pedro suddenly asked, "I don't know if you are familiar with the history of the Church?"

"Father, this is not a good time for history lessons. Randall smiled wryly and said, "It's going to be dawn soon." ”

Pedro smiled and waved his hand: "Patience, patience. There is a famous scandal in the history of the Church - prostitutes came to power, from the Pope to the Bishops, and all had mistresses in the city of Taylor. Think about it, how did those prostitutes come in and have a tryst with the clergy in such a heavily guarded place of worship?"

Randall's eyes lit up, "You mean?"

"That's right, it's the Confessional, where there are many rooms, the sound insulation is good, no one will disturb you, and it is the best place for peace. Pedro nodded and said, "Bishop Aarraure once told me that there was a passage to the city. ”

Karin spoke, "In that case, what are we waiting for, let's go now." ”

Kellogg asked, "And the question, how should we approach that confessional?"

Pedro said: "Like I said before, today is a pilgrimage, everyone will be concentrated in the Great Basilica, and there should not be too many guards in the Confessional. ”

Randall sorted out his gear and nodded, "As long as we rescue those children, we can hide them in the safe houses in the city, and wait for Lord Cumberland to break the city, and everyone will be safe." ”

Watching everyone leave one by one, Aldenan suddenly grabbed Carroll and asked in a low voice, "Brother, have you ever wondered why the church is holding those underage children in the confessional?"

Carol was stunned for a moment, then he opened his eyes, the bruises on his forehead appeared, and he pushed Aldenan away and roared, "Shut up!"

Aldnan shrugged and stopped talking.

Taylor's Chapel, the ceremonial preparation room.

Larynx sat down in a chair, tilted his feet to the baptismal table, and looked at everything in front of him with a smile.

Seven or eight assistant deacons are surrounding Bishop Jacob, dressing him in the Pope's Sacred Order and the Most High robe.

Tilting his head to his side, he said, "This scene reminds me of a monkey in a circus. ”

The old man lowered his eyelids: "Monkey?"

"The monkey who performed on stage for the first time, watching people put the most gorgeous clothes on their bodies, the monkey's eyes were only excited and excited. ”

As the number of performances on stage increased, the monkey faced the gorgeous costume, and the joy in his eyes was long gone, only endless fear and disgust. ”

The laryngeal bone tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest of the chair: "It's just that, unlike monkeys, our new pope will never have a second chance to take the stage." ”

Myris cast his gaze on the Holy Cross in the room, without saying a word.

Laryngeal turned his head to Myris and asked, "I remember you were a devout believer. ”

Myris didn't speak.

It is no wonder that even the most devout believer, after seeing so many secrets in the church, doubts his own faith. The laryngeal bone wrenched his fingers and counted as he said, "Heresy inquisition, torture room, redemption voucher...... And then there's the Confession, where God sees his servants committing such evil acts, but remains indifferent, either God himself is an evil being, or he never exists at all. ”

Myris opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Just because I deny the church doesn't mean that I deny God." ”

Larynx smiled: "The end of the mystic is endless nothingness. ”

Myris was stunned: "If I remember correctly, Saladin should have said it." ”

Larynx slowly retracted his smile: "He is one of the few people who is wise enough to see through the world. ”

Myris looked at the expression of the throat bone and asked strangely, "You want to save him?"

"Yes. The laryngeal bone nodded slightly: "But, first, he must meet death." ”

"Mr. Katilly, how about looking at me?" Bishop Jacob, dressed in the papal robe, spun around excitedly in place, asking his throat bone for his evaluation.

"Great! both in appearance and temperament. Your fit with this outfit, Lord Jacob, is irrefutablely perfect!"

Laryngeal clapped his hands and smiled: "The position of the Pope itself is prepared for you by God. ”

Jacob's face was flushed, and he swayed from side to side as if drunk.

Just then, a dull explosion came from afar, waking him up from his joy.

Laryngeal glanced out the window: "It seems that the enemy's offensive is very fierce. ”

Throat turned his head to look at Jacob again: "I don't know, can the defenders hold it?"

Jacob shook his head with a pale face: "Even that old guy from Brom, with tens of thousands of troops, couldn't stop the enemy's footsteps, what can the little defenders on the city wall do?"

The throat bone pretended to bow his head: "Your Excellency, what you said is very true. ”

Jacob hesitated as he paced in place, "But do you really want to use that?"

Throat Bone smiled slightly: "Besides, is there any other way?"

Jacob frowned.

Larynx whispered, "My lord, do you want to be the shortest-reigning pope in history?"

Jacob pursed his lips and gripped the Pope's holy order with both hands.