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Tom hurried through St. Peter's Square to the altar. The man he was looking for was Bruce Wesley, who had just been promoted to Cardinal. Due to the information given to him by Tom, Bruce Wesley manipulated the four places into three in that mysterious meeting, and later learned from Tom that the four places were actually the harvest quota given to the church by the harvesters. Hearing this, Bruce trembled with fright. If this is the case, then removing a quota without permission is a violation of the order of the collector. No wonder the Pope was also in a dilemma, but in the end selfishness prevailed.

Entering the altar, Tom was full of footsteps. The altar was very quiet, without a single sound. Even Tom couldn't help but hold his breath, afraid that he would break the silence with a breath. Although Tom did not believe in St. Peter or anything like that, for the sake of the prince's cause, Tom had to pretend to be pious.

When Tom stood up from before the icon of St. Peter, Bruce came out from behind the altar and saw Tom saluting and saying, "May the glory of St. Peter bless you!"

Tom nodded slightly, and the two of them left the altar through a small door on the side of the altar. Behind the door is a path, which ends at the intersection of Ptolemy Avenue and Freeman Avenue.

"How's it going?" asked Tom directly.

Bruce frowned, pretending to be embarrassed and said: "Hehe, Lord Cologne, I think you also know that the Pope has been in this position for more than fifty years, and he has an irreplaceable position in the hearts of the believers. Even if the pope takes the initiative to abdicate, it is not an overnight thing for the new pope to gain the approval of the believers, not to mention, hehe, the crown prince probably can't wait so long. ”

"What do you mean?" Tom looked at Bruce in bewilderment.

"Lord Cologne, since this method doesn't work, let's think differently. Bruce smiled and said, "We let the Pope take the initiative to recognize the crown prince's heir status and help the crown prince ascend to the throne!"

"It's for the best, but it's ......"

"I know that you are worried that His Majesty the Pope will not be able to do this. You don't have to worry, I've got my own way!" Bruce said with a smile on his lips curled slightly.

Tom looked at Bruce's smile, his eyebrows raised slightly, and he wondered whether it was wise for him to choose Bruce's chess piece! This person is not a good stubble, but a good stubble can't do anything! Tom nodded and asked in disbelief, "What are you going to do?"

"Lord Cologne, as you said, His Majesty the Pope was originally chosen as one of the harvest quotas. However, His Majesty the Pope, for selfish reasons, disobeyed the will of the Reaper. If this matter gets out, won't His Majesty the Pope, who is high above, become a selfish villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death?"

"You want to blackmail him with this?" Tom immediately understood the crooked idea of this seemingly smart fellow, and immediately shook his head and denied it, "No, no, you have been with the Pope for decades, and you don't know this kind of person at all! The Pope has been in this position for fifty years, and he is about to abdicate, and he will definitely retire." I will definitely not affect my reputation because of this incident, and you will be the one who will die at that time. ”

"Lord Cologne, how come you are like the Pope, the longer you sit on the throne, the less bold you become!" Bruce sneered disdainfully and said: "Of course, I can't threaten the Pope with my own strength, but the crown prince can!"

Tom was stunned, "In case, the Pope commits suicide to clear his will, we will fall short!"

"Don't worry, he won't!"

Tom took a deep breath and looked at the cars coming and going on Ptolemy Avenue and the airships on the air tracks, a bustling and beautiful city. And behind the beauty, what is hidden happens to be ugly!

Snowden tightened his collar, and the winter on Earth was not something that anyone could bear. He let out a breath, a rising white mist obscuring his vision, and Snod squinted at Tom Cologne coming out of the altar, followed by Cardinal Bruce Wesley. A smile appeared on Snowden's lips and he followed quietly.

In the rivalry between LaBelle and Tom, both Snowden played a subtle role. Both LaBelle and Tom knew very well that Snowden was not really working together, but neither of them could figure out what his purpose was, which was uncomfortable.

Snowden's face flushed with excitement as he watched Tom disappear along Freeman Avenue into the bitter winter cold. A good show is about to begin. Snowden looked left and right, followed the path he had come from, and soon came to LaBel's house.

The harvesters reaped all humans, including the eunuchs. That's not what LaBelle fears, though. There are so many eunuchs in the palace that it is not his turn. Moreover, he is no longer a eunuch!

The arrival of the harvesters caused panic in the solar system. Of course, for the common people, they didn't know that there were collectors above the nobility, so there was nothing to worry about. Worry is a matter for the aristocracy. According to the past practice, each family has a certain quota of harvesting, and the nobles value their lives more than the commoners.

The harvesting quota is different due to the strength of each family, take the Jiangnan family as an example, although this family is one of the three major families, but because of that strange disease, the personnel withered, and the harvesting quota is also pitiful. However, for the collectors, they need people who are in good health.

The purpose of why there are so many people and blood in the collectors has always been a lingering puzzle in the minds of the nobles, but not many people will really explore it, because even if they knew, it would be useless. It's like a sheep that knows why the wolf wants to eat it, and what can it do? Besides, no one knows about it at all.

All of them were lucky, and most of the nobles would choose the best from among the commoners as the side branches of the family to serve as the harvest quota before the harvesting operation. Therefore, in fact, the vast majority of the collectors are still ordinary people, probably only a few children of nobles, and they are the kind of wretched people who have no status in the family, and can only rely on their relatives and friends to earn a little capital for survival.

So thinking about it this way, LaBelle is very glad that he was born in an ordinary family. Nobles, it is full of corruption and stench.

In the past two days, in addition to the matter of the harvester, LaBelle is most concerned about the post-disaster reconstruction project of Planet Saipan. The planet was almost in ruins after the battle between the two factions of B and the Samueld family, but LaBelle was always a man of great perseverance and ability. Even if it's a pit, if LaBelle is determined, he can turn it into a place where the nobility takes pride in staying in it.

It's man-made!

With the help of the Qinling family's power in Bibotan, LaBelle wiped out all of B's forces almost overnight, and in front of the Qinling family, B could only be a clown, just like Cologne. LaBelle snorted coldly, fight with me, you are still tender. Immediately afterwards, the Qinling family quickly occupied several other stars with an unstoppable momentum, as if they wanted to take the entire Centauri in their pockets. Fortunately, Qin Xiangtian was not as stupid as his compatriots, and immediately ordered the cessation of this dangerous behavior. At this critical moment, the consumption of living force in this chaotic place is simply looking for death.

"Are you afraid that the harvesters don't know the true strength of the Qinling family?" Qin Xiangtian's words made Bi Botan's compatriots tremble.

Even so, the value of Planet Saipan as an important hub through which space passages is still immeasurable. That's why LaBelle scrambled for this tender meat. He just wanted Cologne to see, you build me roads, and watch me stand on the planet Saipan and count the money.

After B's death, LaBelle kept an eye on Cologne's next move. The strange thing is that this guy has been very honest recently, in addition to going to the prince's palace every day without interruption, he is going to work in the engineering department as he should, and it seems that he really has to make up his mind to work in the position of deputy minister for a long time. However, LaBelle did not believe that Cologne was such a person.

Just as LaBelle was wondering what Cologne was doing, someone told him that someone was asking to see him. LaBelle wondered who would come to the door on this damn cold day and motioned to take him to the living room. LaBelle got dressed and put on a ferret coat, went to the living room, and saw Snowden, who had not been seen for a long time.

LaBelle immediately showed his usual smile, and after the two exchanged pleasantries, LaBelle asked, "What is the wind that blew Mr. Snowdenken here?"

"It's a spring breeze, my lord!" said Snowden, smiling meaningfully.

LaBelle kept smiling, but wondered in his heart, and said, "Oh, but it's still winter, where is the spring breeze?"

"My lord, as long as you keep a heart that is good at discovering, there is a spring breeze everywhere!" Snowden laughed even more.

LaBelle looked at Snowden, he liked to play with words, and he liked to play with words, but he didn't like people to play with him. LaBel's smile gradually retracted, "So, where did Mr. Snowdenken meet the spring breeze?"