Looking down at the three people who fell under the throne, Ye Fan cleared his throat, picked up the tone of the magic stick, and said lazily: "What's that, let's be flat!"

Bahamat and the Pope looked at each other, and the two old men, who were more than one hundred and fifty years old together, slowly got up while saying words of thanks to the saints.

The three elders also got up, their eyebrows lowered and their eyes were pleasing to their eyes, not daring to raise their heads to look directly at their saint.

"Since you respect me as a saint, I won't shirk it......" Ye Fan gradually entered the role, and announced in a loud voice: "The Shroud of Jesus originally belonged to the Vatican, and it is useless for you Judaism to keep it, and it is better to return it to its original owner." As for the other holy relics, I don't think it would be better to change places every year and take turns to display them to the believers to pay respects to! Wouldn't it be perfect that Jerusalem and the Vatican should no longer have any more disputes from this day onwards, and that everyone should coexist peacefully?"

"Yes, the oracle of the Messiah, which we will keep!" Bahamat had no trace of arrogance or disobedience, and what he had established was eternal faith!

"The Vatican also follows the saint's arrangement. The old man of the Pope was proud in his heart, and this peace talk could finally end smoothly.

It was a lot of twists and turns, and the result was completely unexpected.

"Bahamat, there are a few more things that I will talk to you about separately. Ye Fan thought of the fragments of time and space, and this time he also asked for it.

The Great Elder bowed yes and stepped aside.

Ye Fan pulled Isis down from Wang Yuan and waved his hand like a great man, "Disperse the meeting!"

The guests witnessed this grand event that can go down in history, and they returned with joy, and gradually only the heads of the two religions and their own people were left in the hall.

Oh, and the black chieftain Zuma.

Looking at Zuma's hesitant and timid appearance, Ye Fan smiled and said, "You still don't want to leave? ”

"That...... Saint, can I take my ring with me?" said Zuma, grinning, revealing two rows of flattering white teeth.

"If you don't want to take it away, throw it in the trash!"

Ye Fan was not interested in these broken rings at all, but Chief Zuma didn't dare to take them, and he was reluctant to leave, so he left them until the end.

"I'll only take half of it, half of it will be fine!" Even if Ye Fan agreed with him to take the ring, Zuma still had no bottom in his heart and didn't dare to be greedy.

"Hmm, what do you mean by the rest of these?" Ye Fan glanced at the remaining five golden rings of power.

Zuma hurriedly accompanied the smiling face and carefully explained: "Saint, this is a small gift to you, the vast southern Africa, there will be 1.4 million square kilometers of land, which belongs to you. ”

He began to curry favor with this uncle, and was respected by the two major sects as a common saint, and he was given the Zen concession of Isis, looking at the world, who would dare to be disrespectful to Ye Fan in the future?

Chief Zuma speculated that Ye Fan would become the most powerful man in the world, and that he would not sit idly by in the event of a problem with his own rule in the future.

In war-torn Africa, where no one can say what the future holds, Chief Zuma has always feared that he will follow in Gaddafi's footsteps, and now he has to hold on to the tree.

"1.4 million square kilometers? Haha, isn't that the area of a medium-sized country?" Ye Fan asked with a smile: "You say, do I accept this big pie or not?"

"You must take it!" the Pope immediately expressed his support: "Only by your grace can the backwardness of Africa be improved." ”

"Lord Messiah, I also agree with the Pope. Africa is ignorant and primitive, and it needs the support of a new faith...... "The Great Elder also hopes that Ye Fan can take over, so that he can just open the faith of the indigenous people of Africa and let those primitive tribesmen convert to their saint Ye Fan!"

"It's hard to be gracious, I knew that your rings were a symbol of power, so I wouldn't play with them. Putting on a pretentious look, Ye Fanyang grabbed the five power rings in his hand, "Elsis, how about you take care of it for me?"

"As you will, my king." ”

"Hmm...... Chief, thank you!" Ye Fan raised his hand at the black chief and gave the ring to Isis.

"You're too polite, you're too polite...... "Although it hurts a little, Zuma can rest assured, at least until he dies, his dominance will not waver.

When Zuma, the last wave of people, left, the Pope suddenly remembered a question, "Holy See, did your trial of Coffey and Mohan also draw two of the seven deadly sins?"

"Is that necessary?" Ye Fan smiled slightly: "I just deprived them of the source of sin one by one. ”

"What do you mean...... "The Pope still didn't understand that the trial should follow some kind of rule, like Isis, who tried two people for each of the seven deadly sins.

Ye Fan shook his head and smiled: "I mean, whoever I want to win will win, whoever I want to lose will lose, and the swing of the scales depends entirely on my will!"

"Ah!" exclaimed the Pope, "you are indeed a saint, and we are all blinded. ”

"Haha, saint?!Whatever you say, it's nothing!" Ye Fan didn't bother to compare with him, but in the eyes of several old gods, this attitude made it even more different and transcendent to the world.

Ye Fan beckoned, motioned for Lu Qingyu and the others to follow, and the group walked out of the hall.

Two columns of Templars and Jewish Guards in the hallway, seeing them come out, knelt on one knee on one side and bent over their chests on the other, all greeting their leader with religious rituals.

"My children, this is not enough, draw your holy sword and pay the highest courtesy to the saint!" the Pope stood to Ye Fan's left, brandishing his scepter and commanding in a loud voice.

"The best warrior of Jerusalem, greet our greatest Messiah!" the Great Elder was even more unwilling to be left behind, shouting in a deep voice with his cane, and his snow-white beard trembling majestically.

Whew—the Templars all drew their swords at their waists, held them on the tip of their noses, and performed the highest knightly courtesy!

Zheng - The Jewish Guards drew their scimitars in unison, the tips of their knives pointing downward, and performed the ancient rites of the Jewish warriors!

The two sides flickered with swords and swords, and the timid did not dare to cross this corridor at all, but this was indeed their most pious and noble etiquette.

Ye Fan smiled on his face, like the head of the army, walked indifferently all the way, and entered the elevator, "Bahamati, go to your place first." ”

The Great Elder was eager to be close to him, and immediately said yes and respectfully like a grandson.

Entering the presidential private room booked by the Jewish Presbyterian Church, Ye Fan sat down on the sofa, took the tea offered by a Jewish girl, and said casually: "Bring me the parchment roll." ”

The three elders hurriedly presented the parchment scroll with both hands and explained in a low voice: "This is the image drawn by the prophet Moses himself. ”

Moses...... You just said that he was born as a slave?" Ye Fan frowned.

Yes, the prophet Moses led the ancient Hebrews out of ancient Egypt. ”

"When?"

"Probably the thirteenth century B.C. The three elders said truthfully.

"Hmm......" Ye Fan nodded slightly, just now he was a little suspicious that Moses was one of the two slaves who were lost in time and space in the gladiatorial arena, but now it seems that it should be ruled out that the ancient Roman gladiatorial arena was built two thousand years ago, one thousand and three hundred years later than Moses' time.

But I have to say that the portrait on this painting is very much like myself, is it a coincidence, or is there some other mysterious reason that no one knows?

Returning the parchment roll to the third elder, Ye Fan suddenly said, "Bahamat, take out that thing on your body." ”

Something, something? Bahamat was stunned for a moment, and did not react for a moment.

"It's the nirvana of your Judaism, the one used by the head of your assassination squad in Rome. Ye Fan asked for the space-time fragments.

"Ahh

Without any hesitation, Bahamat offered the space-time fragments he carried with him at all times. Even if Ye Fan wants his life, he will sacrifice it, this is the power of faith, almost foolish.

Getting this third space-time fragment, Ye Fan couldn't help but have an idea, if he collected all the space-time fragments, would he be able to return to any point in time in the past as he wanted, and would he be able to see the future?

"There are three more fragments, and I hope you can bring them to me for safekeeping. Putting away his thoughts, he continued to ask for it unconditionally.

The two elders looked at each other in shock, he even knew how many fragments of Judaism there were, it seems that what the prophet said is absolutely not wrong, he is a saint who has passed through heaven and earth!

"Venerable Messiah, the remaining three pieces are in Jerusalem, and I will have them sent them as soon as possible. The Great Elder reported truthfully and showed his loyalty.

"Well, one more thing, as one of the six sages of the Illuminati, I want to know, who else is on the same level as you?"

Hearing Ye Fan mention the matter of the Illuminati, Bahamat was suddenly shocked.

He had to choose between faith and faith! Whether to continue to keep secrets or to break his promises made him feel tormented for a while.