Pope St. Martin Carol Ramon sat at a long conference table flanked by all the cardinal archbishops of St. Peter's Church, more than a hundred people. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the church hall, in front of the statue of St. Peter, the bishops sit cross-legged on the ground, their eyes slightly closed, and their mouths whisper chants. The hymn surrounded the church and spread outside, and hundreds of thousands of devout believers in St. Peter's Square knelt on the ground and listened quietly. For this papal lecture, the Capital Region even decided to strengthen the high-altitude shielding to reduce direct exposure to the sun's ultraviolet rays.

Pope St. Martin tapped lightly on the table top, the cardinals stopped talking softly, and Pope St. Martin looked around at everyone and said, "This time I had to call everyone over. As soon as Pope St. Martin spoke, the cardinals were all stunned, isn't it a preaching meeting today?

At the same time as Pope St. Martin said this, the sonorous voice of St. Martin echoed in St. Peter's Square. However, the content is completely different. The faithful listened to St. Martin's voice coming out of the loudspeaker, and he explained in simple terms the brilliant achievements of St. Peter and the deeds of saving the people from fire and water. And it gives an up-to-date interpretation of the more obscure parts of the doctrine, which strengthens the piety of believers.

In the church, Pope St. Martin said: "In order not to attract the attention of others, we have to sacrifice the trust of the faithful in me." However, the lecture was still going on as usual, and I had been recording it for half a month before that. Without further ado, Archbishop Yarère!"

Mins Willow Yael got up from his seat, nodded to his old friend and His Holiness the Pope, looked at all the archbishops, and said, "You may have heard of what happened on Europa. Wacker Snood, who was expelled from the Freedom Alliance, organized a strike in Europa's underwater city, and of course, this is not uncommon on all planets. This time, however, the nature is completely different!"

Everyone heard about the strike, and it was said that the workers had stormed the police hall and smashed the entire police station to pieces, even the director of the safety committee was beaten, and both the general and the general compromised them. This time, Wacker Snoder played so hard that almost everyone thought that this was another new trick of the Freedom Alliance. That guy named Murdoch Labrados is good at that!

"In the midst of this wave of strikes, WACKER came up with a theory of 'surplus value'. In this theory, he proposed that the value created by the workers in the factories was much higher than the wages they were paid, and that the excess was taken by the aristocracy. The extra part is called 'surplus value'!" "Minsvilock Jell paused, and then continued: "This statement is even worse than the slogan of the Liberal Alliance, and he directly puts the difference between the nobility and the commoners in plain view, which is challenging the whole federal system!

"And, I heard that Wacker had founded a new organization in Europa called the 'Pabrik Party,' which as the name suggests, is communist. He proposed equality for all, elimination of exploitation, and common prosperity. This slogan is very convincing to ordinary people, and now the organization has grown in Europa, and it is a serious threat to our church. So, this time, I brought everyone together to discuss how to deal with it!"

With that, Yael sat back. However, the other archbishops here are still confused, why should this be a very ordinary intra-church meeting, why should it be arranged on this day of the preaching of the doctrine?

Pope St. Martin, of course, was aware of the doubts in everyone's minds, so he straightened the papal crown and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, there is another matter to be discussed. The Pope coughed, and the whispers in the conference room immediately disappeared, and the silence instantly diffused, even making people feel inexplicably depressed. It seems that the next thing is more serious. Pope St. Martin snorted and said, "The harvesters have already begun to act!"

Hearing the words "harvester", all the archbishops' faces immediately turned bloody, and everyone became restless for a moment, and the timid even let out sobs, without the demeanor of a cardinal archbishop at all. An atmosphere of terror permeated the room, and the cardinals of the past were like chickens waiting to be slaughtered in a chicken coop. At this moment, they no longer believe in the splendor of St. Peter, which can only deceive ordinary people!

"Who is it this time?"

In the confusion, I don't know who suddenly asked this crucial question! Everyone is concerned about the answer to this question at this moment, but at the same time they are afraid to know. The archbishops were on the verge of collapse under the torment of this mixed mood!

Pope St. Martin sat still very calmly on his throne, and looked at the cardinals below, and he began to wonder how these fellows could be chosen from among the countless believers to serve St. Peter, who were not qualified to wear the red cloak that represented the great St. Peter's devouts. They are hypocritical heretics!" thought Pope St. Martin.

"As is customary, this time three people will still be selected as sacrifices!" said Pope St. Martin, raising his voice, "still by lot!"

Bruce Wesley was a little tired of singing, he really admired the Pope, who could continue to explain for up to three hours at such an advanced age. Bruce sat among the many bishops, his mouth open and closed without making a sound. He was really tired, if it weren't for the voluptuous girl last night. Thinking of this, Bruce was a little moved! He quickly gathered his attention and focused his attention on the statue of St. Peter, and his gaze moved slightly upward, falling between his retreats. Bruce gasped and throbbed even more.

Last night, the deputy engineer named Tom Cologne found him for the third time and invited him to the Yellow River Mansion for a night of madness. Of course, Bruce Wesley knew Cologne's purpose, and Cologne had mentioned it to him the last time the Dauphin had personally visited the Pope. At that time, Bruce was very tempted, after all, it was the Pope's throne, it meant power!

However, as a devout believer in St. Peter's Church, and as a cardinal, Bruce could not be too inferior to be so easily defeated by money and profit. So, Bruce came up with a three-fisher. It wasn't until Cologne found him for the third time that Bruce relented slightly. The purpose of this was to make it clear to Cologne that Bruce was not so easy to buy.

Three and a half hours have passed, and the Pope's sermon is not over. Bruce glanced left and right with his peripheral vision, and most of the cardinals were as indiscriminate as he was. The real chant is also sung in a very small voice, and there is no energy. The atmosphere in the church hall also became sluggish.

At this moment, a believer in a black robe hurried over, went directly to Bruce through the other cardinals, and whispered a few words in his ear. Bruce was startled, and then excitement jumped across his face. He lowered his head and got up from the ground, his legs numb. He followed behind the black-robed believer, and under the surreptitious gaze of many cardinals, he walked through the hall to the door of the conference room.

The believer stopped Bruce and said, "Your Excellency, Archbishop Yael has told you to wait only here!"

Bruce nodded and stood aside. After about ten minutes, another black-robed believer came out of the conference room, saluted Bruce, and motioned for Bruce to follow him in. Bruce looked at the black-robed believer beside him, followed the one inside, and gently closed the door.

There were more than 100 of the most important figures of St. Peter's Church -- the cardinal archbishops! Bruce's initial excitement was instantly overwhelmed by the eerie atmosphere in the conference room, and his heart began to feel uneasy. Standing on the side of the doorway, he glanced at Cardinal Mins Willow Hyère, who was sitting next to the Pope, who nodded to him and motioned for him to come over. Bruce gently passed behind the more than fifty archbishops, and looked at the strange eyes of the more than fifty archbishops opposite, and his heart became more and more puzzled.

Yael left his seat, pulled Bruce aside, and whispered, "We're going to draw lots to decide on an issue, and you can distribute it to the archbishops later!" As he spoke, Cardinal Yael handed Bruce a small red bowl with a pile of small yellow balls. Bruce's heart relaxed a little when he heard this, but what kind of issue made all the archbishops so afraid?

Bruce carried the small bowl, starting with the Pope, and everyone took a small yellow ball from the small bowl and held it tightly in their hands. Bruce clearly saw that each archbishop's hand was shaking as he took the ball, as if it was not a ball in the bowl, but a bomb. However, when they got their hands, they clutched it tightly, as if the bomb had suddenly turned into gold.

By the time Bruce finished the last ball, the whole room became even more depressed!