After the yellow balls were served, everyone held them in their palms or hidden them in their pockets to prevent others from seeing them. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Cardinal Yael gave Bruce Wesley a color, and Bruce walked over to the Pope. The Pope lowered his head and crushed the yellow ball in his hand under the table, and a small red ball jumped from the yellow ball shell into the wrinkled palm of his hand. The Pope's hands trembled involuntarily, but the expression on his face remained calm. However, Bruce, who was next to the Pope, saw all the Pope's performance. He silently recorded the results on a piece of paper, and then looked at the yellow balls in the hands of Archbishop Yael and others in turn.

When Bruce looked at it all, he understood something. Of the more than 100 people, including the Pope, only four of them had a red ball after the yellow ball shell was crushed, and one of them was the Pope himself. The rest are all small balls of the same color as the yellow spherical shell. Bruce didn't quite know what that meant, but thinking back to His Holiness the Pope's strange appearance, it certainly wasn't going to be too good.

Bruce looked at the results on the piece of paper in his hand, and caught a glimpse of the Pope's gaze looking at him. Bruce's heart was beating fast, and a very bold idea came to his mind. Anyway, only he knows the result, and if he changes it slightly, no one should find out. However, everyone can see the color of the ball in their hand clearly, and it is impossible to cheat.

However, Bruce soon had a perfect solution, and he was racing wildly, not knowing how his change would affect the rest of the story, but Bruce decided to give it a go. Just like last night Cologne said: "Don't fight now, but when!" Bruce took a deep breath and said, "Red Ball Holder," he paused, looking around the room, all eyes on him, with anticipation and fear, "Bishop Latos Binkley!"

The first cardinal to be called by his name fainted and fell to the ground with his head on his back. This change made everyone's hanging hearts even more restless.

"Second," Bruce glanced at His Majesty the Pope, and the Pope's eyebrows twitched, "Bishop Adokory Dragondonkosmu!" "Bishop Adokoli is a one hundred and eighty-year-old bishop who has been with the Pope for more than fifty years, and has experienced everything. When he heard his name, he was relieved. He closed his eyes slightly and began to pray.

"The third is," Bruce's gaze once again swept over His Majesty the Pope, and then fell on Archbishop Yael, who had always had a flat expression, and now it was, "Bishop Lobard Buckley!"

Bishop Buckley convulsed with excitement at the hearing of his name, suddenly sprang up from his seat, threw the little red ball in his hand on the table, and shouted, "Fuck the harvester, fuck, I'm not done!" he roared and turned and ran out of the conference room. He had barely taken two steps when the black-robed believer standing at the door stepped up with an arrow, pinned Barkley to the ground, and injected him with a dose, and Barkley quickly calmed down and was taken down.

While all the bishops were watching with concern as to who would be next, Bruce said, "There are only three!"

This news instantly relieved all the cardinal archbishops, and everyone's nervous mood quickly became excited, as if they had escaped death, and it is estimated that they were not so happy to see the apparition of St. Peter! Soon, the Pope's words pulled everyone into the ice cave:

"But there must be four of them this year!"

"Your Majesty, can we beg them to be lenient and make up for it next time?" pleaded a cardinal, who could not afford to be so thrilled a second time.

"Yes, yes!" everyone agreed, for the first time that all the bishops were surprisingly unified on something!

The Pope glanced at his old friend, Cardinal Mins Willow Hyères, who nodded. Pope St. Martin sighed and said, "Then, the huge amount of money for the redemption of this one place can only be shared equally by everyone!"

"No problem!"

"I agree!"

"A little money is nothing!"

The bishops nodded excitedly as if they had grasped a life-saving straw, and at this moment, millions of gold coins were like dung to them. After all, no amount of money is as important as a life. If the money is gone, you can make it again, and the believers are endless. If life is gone, then there is nothing!

The meeting ended in a farce, but it left a deep impression on Bruce. It was the first time he had seen the majestic and solemn cardinals in such a gaffe on weekdays, and the believers would never have imagined that the cardinals who were high in their minds would be so embarrassed.

That evening, Bruce Wesley received an invitation from the Pope to the altar behind St. Peter's Basilica. When Bruce walked into the altar and saw His Majesty the Pope dressed in civilian clothes, Bruce's nervous legs went limp. Bruce was always on the lookout for what was happening during the day. But judging by the performance of those three archbishops, it must not be a good thing to draw a red ball. Thinking about it this way, I can be regarded as helping His Majesty the Pope, and maybe even saving his life! But thinking about it didn't make Bruce so easy.

Cardinal Yales also sat next to the Pope, and Bruce made a solemn salute before sitting on a cushion five meters away from the two men.

"Master Wesley, can you give an explanation of what happened today?" it was Archbishop Yael who asked the question.

Bruce's heart suddenly rose to his throat, because he didn't hear Yael's voice quite right. Bruce coughed, wanting to explain it properly, then admit his mistake and ask His Majesty the Pope for forgiveness. However, when the words came to his lips, they became like this: "Your Majesty, although, I don't know what that little red ball means. However, it is clear to me that the Church cannot do without the Pope. The Church cannot do without St. Martin Carol Ramon!"

It was the first time Bruce had called out His Majesty's name, and it was the first time he had called out his name in front of His Holiness. Probably there will never be a second person in this world who will dare to do this! Bruce no longer felt nervous and scared, and everything became so calm.

His Holiness the Pope St. Martin said a word in a low voice, reciting the eulogy in praise of St. Peter. For a man who has just saved his life, how can he be too harsh?

"But do you know how much sin you will add to His Majesty the Pope by doing so?"

"If I don't do this," said Bruce, standing up from the ground, "without His Majesty the Pope, how many evils would be inflicted on the devout followers of St. Peter? At this critical juncture, when the Church is at stake, I think it is much better for His Holiness the Pope to bear a little sin himself than to let the faithful bear it. Isn't that what a pope should do?"

When Bruce finished speaking, he was impressed by his ability to make sense. These words said that the original behavior of the pope who was greedy for life and afraid of death was a feat to save the common people, and the image of the pope instantly became much taller under the decoration of these words.

"Perhaps," said His Majesty the Pope, after a pause in his recitation, "there is some truth in what you say, but I don't want this to happen again!"

Bruce Wesley finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Pope St. Martin bowed his head again and recited the eulogy, probably forgiving his sins!

Cardinal Yael also stood up from the ground and motioned for Bruce to go out with him. Walking to the door, Cardinal Yael patted Bruce on the shoulder and said, "You are doing a very good job, from now on, you will have the place of Latos!"

Bruce gasped, unable to believe Yael's words.

"Why, Cardinal Wesley, are you shocked? It's okay, St. Peter will guide you!" Yael smiled and patted Bruce on the shoulder, and left the altar with brisk steps.

Bruce glanced back at the red gate, behind which the sound of Pope St. Martin singing chants sounded.

Bruce came out of the altar in a daze, thinking of Cologne, the deputy minister of engineering, and sent a simple message to Cologne on his laptop computer, telling him that the plan had actually succeeded. Turning off the computer, Bruce still couldn't figure out what was behind today's draw. The three bishops, who had drawn the little red ball, were so desperate that they completely lost the dignity of an archbishop.

"Harvester?" Bruce could hear clearly, and Bishop Buckley cursed "fuck the harvester" before attempting to escape. Who is the harvester, and why is even the pope helpless to be the fish on the harvester's board?

At this time, Tom, who was still in the prince's palace in the palace, received Bruce's message, and he smiled and handed the message to the prince. After the prince saw it, he sneered: "This doesn't mean anything!"

"At least, we've got the Pope's grip!" Tom chuckled.

"Well," said the Prince, taking a sip of red wine, "but I still feel that this little trick is not enough to bring down Pope St. Martin, and what I want is that he will never be able to oppose me!"