Rome, opposite St. Peter's Square, outside the gates of the Vatican Palace.

The doorman wearing silver armor looked at the person who suddenly appeared in front of him, and after looking at it clearly, he hurriedly straightened the Morian helmet on top of his head, clenched the halberd in his hand, and greeted: "Chief Judge Charles!"

"Hmm. Nodding his head in return, Charles, who had already rushed back to the Vatican, said, "Good work, Wales." ”

"Uhhh

What happened to us, the vice-referee who usually has a high eye on the top? It has been five or six years since he became a glorious Vatican Palace guard, that is, guarding the gates, when has Lord Charles talked to him for more than two words? Isn't this Mo impersonating today?

Seeing that Charles was still looking at him, Wales hurriedly responded: "This is my glory!"

After walking through the gate, Charles suddenly turned around and asked, "The two days of martial law?" Is there anything important about His Majesty the Pope?"

Ordinary people can't see it, in addition to the "protection of God" that envelops the entire Vatican Palace, at the gate, there is also a pale golden light curtain that is as clear as water, in addition to the guns and explosives that can be found with them, it is also extremely sensitive to dark creatures, but for so many years, there has never been a dark creature that does not open its eyes to try it.

In contrast, the electronic detector door is actually more of an ornament, and Wales often forgets to plug it in.

Just now, when Charles passed through the light gate, he felt that the power of detection had strengthened, which is usually a sign that His Majesty the Pope would only have when he summoned the cardinals to discuss things, or when important guests had visited.

"Over... A few days later, a prince visited. ”

Since the light gate did not react, then it must be Charles himself, Wales has no doubts about the light gate's detection ability, as for why the arrogant deputy referee suddenly became kind, Wales can only attribute the reason to God's influence.

Wales can't always tell the truth, and your uncharacteristically enthusiastic makes me think you're being impersonated.

If that is said, Wales has no doubt that this could be his last day guarding the gates here.

As for the deputy referee Charles, he is also panicked, otherwise he would not ignore the loopholes in Wales' words, the prince who will come in a few days, you are nervous about a hammer now, and no country has made it clear, don't you talk nonsense.

After Charles flew back to the Vatican overnight last night, he ran all over the major libraries and bookstores in Rome, and finally found a master who he thought was very reliable, and stitched the ancient book that was split in half, striving to be the same as before.

Looking at the familiar palace in front of him, Deputy Chief Referee Charles walked inside with a smile.

Walking through the familiar Roman palace complex and standing in front of the world-famous Sistine Chapel, Charles straightened his flawless robe and greeted the guards with a smile before stepping in.

Unlike the enthusiastic Welsh, the squire looked very fancy, dressed in a red and yellow striped uniform, but in the face of a vice-inquisition, the absolute top of the church, he only nodded politely in return, and Charles seemed to be used to it.

This seemingly fancy uniform is the uniform of the Guards that can only be worn by the Papal Guard, the number of the Papal Guard is only 100 people, including 70 soldiers, 25 non-commissioned officers, 4 officers, and 1 priest. He is the absolute confidant of His Majesty the Pope, these people are absolutely top-notch existences in terms of the firmness of their beliefs and their own strength, and even Charles feels that the strength of those four officers is above him.

On the way here just now, Charles happened to meet the clerk of the chief magistrate, so he knew that the chief magistrate was not in his nominal office at the moment, but accompanied His Majesty the Pope in the hall.

The sunlight shines through the stained glass on the floor, and the porch is gorgeous.

Walking past the marble partition, a middle-aged man in an ordinary linen robe was standing looking up at the frescoes in the dome, none other than Adams, the presiding judge of the church who had arranged for Charles to search for ancient books.

On the ceiling and walls of the Sistine Chapel, Michelangelo spent four years painting the famous frescoes "Genesis" and "The Last Judgment".

What the referee is watching at the moment is the "Genesis" that he has watched countless times, but he still feels shocked every time he watches it.

"Judge sir. Charles stepped forward quickly, bowing his head respectfully.

If it weren't for the sword mark on his left cheek, this middle-aged man's temperament would be more like a business elite than a referee under one person and above ten thousand.

The referee raised his hand and signaled not to disturb his view of the painting, and Charles stood by respectfully and waited, not daring to complain.

Five minutes later, the referee finally withdrew his gaze and sighed, wondering if he sighed for the famous painting.

He drew a cross on his chest and looked at his subordinates, and the referee's voice was inaudible, "Welcome back, Charles." ”

Charles said cautiously: "Lord Referee, the book you asked me to look for has been brought back, and I will ask the clerk to put it in the office for you later?"

"No need. The referee shook his head and chuckled: "That book has lost its power, Charles, your swordsmanship has increased a lot recently, I used to test that ancient book with holy power, although the strength is not large, but it is still not damaged at all, I didn't expect to be split in half by your sword." Since you've repaired it, keep it for yourself. ”

Charles soaked his robe with a cold sweat, and the calmness he pretended to be just now disappeared in an instant, the deputy referee did not dare to question why the referee knew these things, as for those people last night, which one was the eyes and ears of the referee, Charles had no idea of investigating at all.

In the church, the gap between the top and the bottom of the hierarchy seems to be close, but in fact it is like a cloud of mud.

Kneeling on one knee and burying his head deep in his chest, Charles hurriedly admitted his mistake and said: "Referee, it's me who is not doing well!"

"Alas~" sighed, and the chief referee said regretfully: "It's not just the ancient book that is rumored to come from the demon ruins, the executioner whose soul returned to the kingdom of God, I didn't expect that there would be the inheritance of the dream knight." ”

Charles knelt on the ground, not daring to speak at all.

"Get up, kneel here, what it looks like. The referee looked at Charles and said earnestly, "Do you know why I arranged for you to go?"

"Your subordinates are ignorant, please ask the chief judge to show the way. ”

The referee looked at the serious Charles and said, "Of course, it's because of my trust in you." ”

Taking a deep breath, the referee's fluttering words made Charles, who was originally frightened, instantly reddened, and almost choked up: "Referee, I'm very sorry, I disappointed you!"

Raising his hand to interrupt the subordinate's next sycophant, the chief referee said: "Of all the deputy referees, I am the most optimistic about you, so after the ancient book containing unknown power was lost, I asked you to retrieve it." As for the death of the executioner, let the 'verdict' feel distressed, it turned out to be the lost knight's inheritance, hmph, presumably the executioner called Sunday, even he hid it. In the current era, there is no need for that stupid Don Quixote, who is dead and dead. ”

"Just Charles, you have to understand. The referee said in a stern tone: "Although I am optimistic about you, if you yourself are incompetent and unable to grasp the opportunity, then God will still not favor you." ”

Charles drew a cross on his chest, and there was a faint fluctuation of holy power, "I swear in the name of God, this is my last failure, and Charles will always serve your side and spread your glory to the world." ”

With a slight bow, the presiding judge also drew a cross on his chest and said, "We are all servants of God, and if we are religious, we will be blessed in the end." ”

Last night's affair came to an end, and the atmosphere of the conversation between the two changed to that of a loyal subordinate and an ideal boss.

Charles asked softly, "My lord, are you here with Your Majesty?"

"Nothing, just a conversation about the personnel changes in several dioceses over time. ”

Charles listened to it with a shudder, you are nothing, what determines the future fate of many people, but in this kind of matter, the two bigwigs did not take the initiative to mention it, and they did not even notify other high-level officials, obviously they have not discussed a general idea, at this time, Charles will not be stupid to put forward any opinions, most of the people who talk about the distribution of power have nothing to do, since the referee told himself, then naturally there is a time when he can arrange his henchmen.

The chief judge said softly: "His Majesty the Pope seems to have noticed some abnormalities just now and returned to the prayer room. ”

While the two were chatting, a young man came over and saluted, "Lord Referee, Lord Charles." ”

The person who came was dressed in a snow-white robe, with long golden hair that would be the envy of all women, and his face was as handsome as a sculpture.

Looking at the comer, the referee smiled and said, "Kanna, why are you here too?"

This handsome young man who appeared in the heart of the church was none other than the "golden lion" who had been at odds with Qi Si since he was a child—Andre Kana.

After many years, Kanna, who has changed from a teenager to a young man, has already had a great reputation in the younger generation of the church, plus he has a good family background, as long as he grows up step by step, a deputy referee can be said to be beckoning to him cordially in the future.

Kanna said respectfully: "I just received the Pope's order to let me come, but I don't know what the specific arrangements are. ”

Nodding, the chief inquisitor turned and said, "His Majesty the Pope should be coming out of the prayer room soon." ”

Sure enough, after the referee's long speech, a kind old man in a red robe soon appeared and walked slowly accompanied by a clerk.

The three saluted at the same time: "Your Majesty the Pope!"

With a wave of his hand, the old man's voice was as gentle as water, and he said to the chief referee: "The scepter reacted just now, it seems that there are dark creatures that should not appear in this world. ”

The chief referee was shocked, it shouldn't have appeared in this world, could it be that there is a demon or something? This is a fatal event, after the dark and bloody Middle Ages, how many years have there been no demons or the like?

The chief referee hurriedly said, "What is the approximate position, I'll take the Holy Knights to take a look." ”

"It's not that serious, it needs our referee to step in personally. The Pope laughed: "It's not a dark creature that has completely descended, otherwise the 'Lost Lamb' will not be unresponsive, just arrange a few capable people to go." ”

The referee nodded and said, "Charles happened to be there, so let him accompany Cana?"

"Yes. The Pope turned to Charles and said, "Wait a minute, Wink will pick up something and come with you at once, I have already told him where you are going." ”

"Canna, follow the two adults to see for a long time, if there is a conflict, there will be Wink and Charles, and his own safety is the main thing. ”

Karna saluted, "Do as you will." ”

Lieutenant Wink, one of the four officers of the Papal Guard, did not expect him to go too.

Charles respectfully promised: "I will definitely live up to Your Majesty's trust." ”

The Pope drew a cross on his chest, "The Lord will bless you." ”

A lazy voice sounded from a distance, "I've got the things, Your Majesty, let's go first?" ”