When Sun Fei heard this, he shook his head with a smile and said: "Lord Right Deacon said it easily, although it is only this one thing, but it is enough to stump the most outstanding genius in the world, since the entire continent has been recorded in history, the number of geniuses and careerists who want to become the Pope is no less than hundreds of millions, but in the end, there are less than three hundred people who become the Pope, what is the difference between letting me impact the Pope's throne and letting me go up the sword mountain and go down to the sea of fire? Could it be that the Right Deacon thinks that the king's fist is bigger than the fist under Blat's crown? Or is the king's waist thicker than the pope's?"

When Batistuta heard this, he was also amused by Sun Fei's words, and endured it: "It's really difficult, but with the support of the entire Black-clothed Temple, this matter will be much easier." ”

"Is it true? Although there is a saying that the emaciated dragon is bigger than a horse, I really doubt that after hundreds of years of decline, what kind of background does the black-clothed temple still have, and can fight against the pope in the sky? Sun Fei's words were sharp, and he was ruthless, revealing the biggest scar of the black-clothed temple in front of him.

The topic of conversation between the two at this time is definitely appalling.

In broad daylight, he called the name of the Pope and the Pope of the Northern Diocese, and wanted to overturn the plot to seize the Pope's throne.

So long before the topic began, Batistuta and Sun Fei had already released an invisible power shield that enveloped the four people, and the people outside the shield could only clearly see the expressions of the four, but they could definitely hear what they were talking about.

Among the four, Sun Fei and Batistuta are the two parties, and Garcia is the most talented rising star cultivated by the Black-clothed Temple Sect, only the Divine Knight Alan can only be regarded as the new member of the Black-clothed Temple, although I don't know why Batistuta and Garcia trust Alain so much when they just joined the Black-clothed Temple, but Sun Fei did not deliberately avoid this guy who only has a nine-star beginner.

After listening to the bargaining between the two of them, although they were not red-faced, but they could be regarded as verbal and sword-talking, Garcia, the young divine master who had been holding back without speaking, finally couldn't help but open his mouth and said boldly: "Your Majesty, please forgive me, we represent the glory of God, walking on the continent, for the well-being of thousands of people on the continent, this is a glorious and great mission, even if you sacrifice your own life, you should feel the supreme honor, Your Majesty, you are the [son of God] favored by the gods , has the physique of a god son who is not one in tens of millions, and should inherit this glory, and should not bargain like a vegetable farmer in the market. ”

If these words came out of the mouths of other clergymen, Sun Fei would definitely not be able to help but laugh a few times, but a big ear scraper flashed over.

But when it came out of Garcia's mouth, there was an unquestionable momentum.

It gives the illusion that what he says is taken for granted and that it is irrefutable truth.

The reason why this is so is because there is something clear and sincere shining in this young priest, because since he was sensible, this young priest has taken these words as a belief, a standard, a criterion, and a principle, and is demanding his own words and deeds.

Sun Fei just smiled slightly, and he couldn't deny what Garcia said.

Although he didn't agree with what Garcia said, and he clearly knew what was going on with his Divine Son physique, Sun Fei also admired this kind of person from the bottom of his heart.

In this world, many times, it is precisely because of the existence of such a group of silly guys that it seems cute and vivid, maybe His Majesty has a little admiration for people like Garcia in his heart, but he doesn't want to be such a person - because he is too tired.

Batistuta only shook his head.

He had long seen clearly that King Chambord was not the kind of young man who could be stirred up by a few words and passionate words, although the young king in front of him was only a little more than eighteen years old, but his cunning eyes and elusive thinking always made the black-clothed right deacon of the temple think that the person sitting opposite him and talking eloquently was actually a wise man in his eighties.

There is some ruffian in the cunning, and he does not move an inch on the issue of interests, and adheres to his own principles but does not stick to them.

This is Batistuta's assessment of Sun Fei after a short contact.

Such a person is incompatible with the new requirements of justice, mercy, nobility, benevolence, forgiveness, gentleness, modesty, courtesy, sacrifice, forbearance, etc., which are required of the great factions of the Holy See, but Batistuta's sharp eyes that have judged how many human natures have been judged in the past few hundred years, and the intuition that has been proven countless times in the depths of his heart, told him over and over again that perhaps there is only such an incomparably different [Son of God] in front of him is the best person to truly lead a sect like the Black-clothed Temple, which has declined to the brink of destruction, to recast its glory.

He wanted to say something more, but Sun Fei suddenly smiled and said, "Let's talk about some light topics, such as becoming the Pope of the Black-clothed Temple, does it necessary to abandon everything in the world?" The king abandons his kingdom and people, the husband abandons his wife, the father abandons his son, and lives simply to abandon the desire to be an ordinary and normal person, and to be a puritan who has no desires and no desires?"

This sentence shook the spirits of Batistuta and the other two young men.

For they all heard the other meaning of the words of King Chambord.

The right deacon hurriedly replied: "Of course there is no need to do this, it seems that Your Majesty does not have a deep understanding of the teachings of the Holy See, the gods love their children, and will not ask his children to live this puritan-like life, the clergy are indeed the apostles and spokesmen of God, but they are also normal people, they need to have seven emotions and six desires, a sect of the Holy See faction, and at the same time can be the emperor of the secular empire, can be the husband of the wife, and the father of the child." ”

"Oh, hearing what the right deacon says, things seem to get a little interesting. Sun Fei nodded thoughtfully.

If this is really the case, then this matter is not without any room for change, His Majesty has to admit that his understanding of the Holy See is still only at a very superficial surface level, listening to Batistuta say this, the Holy See seems to have a tendency to combine the clerical power and the imperial power, and I have to admit that the sages who formulated this doctrine were really very bold and visionary.

"So, Your Majesty, you have agreed to our request?" Batistuta couldn't help but have a look of ecstasy on his old face.

"Not yet. Sun Fei shook his head very weakly and said, "There is another matter that is very important to me, I want to hear the opinion of the right deacon." ”

"Oh, what, Your Majesty, please say. ”

"About Angela, the princess of this king," Sun Fei saw Batistuta's puzzled look after hearing this, and added: "It's the black-haired girl that the right deacon has been paying attention to just now, I think the right deacon must have seen some signs." ”

"This ......" Batistuta's face changed, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded: "It turns out that Your Majesty actually noticed it just now, it seems that Your Majesty already has some understanding in his heart, yes, this girl is born with a pure and immaculate divine aura, if I guess correctly, you, the princess, are born with a crystal soul." And such a girl is of great significance to the Holy See. ”

"Incomparably significant?" Sun Fei touched his chin and asked curiously, "How important is it?"

"More important than the meaning of the Son of God. Batistuta affirmed.

Sun Fei was slightly surprised in his heart, he had been bluffing people with tiger skin as a [Son of God] many times in the past half a year, he naturally knew how high the status of the [Son of God] was in the Holy See, at least on the surface, even if it was a Pope, he was not willing to offend a [Son of God] who had not yet grown up, and Angela's significance to the Holy See was even more important than his own [Son of God], which was really a bit appalling.

After a pause, Sun Fei frowned and said, "So, wouldn't it be those big factions of the Holy See that will make a move against Angel?"

"If people from other denominations find out about this, there is almost no guess that this kind of thing will happen, and even the Pope will intervene in this matter. Moreover, this matter is very complicated, His Majesty has the physique of a divine son, and no matter which party joins the Holy See, he will become an authoritative figure, but for Her Royal Highness the Princess, joining the Holy See to become a saint is unpredictable, and it is not a good thing. ”

Batistuta did not hide anything and answered frankly.

This answer made Sun Fei's heart sink little by little.

"I don't want Angela to join the Holy See, is there a way?" Sun Fei turned his head to look at Batistuta with a serious expression.

"Yes, but it's hard. Batistuta seemed to have come to understand the idea of King Chambord, and also discovered the weakness of this young king who was so strong that even he was faintly afraid of him.

"Is it difficult? Is there a way?"

"Yes, but it's hard. ”

"If I choose to join the Black-clothed Temple, won't it be difficult?" Sun Fei frowned.

"It's still hard, but hopefully it'll be a little bigger. Batistuta's eyes were sincere, and he didn't have the slightest intention of coercing Sun Fei with this.

Sun Fei nodded, and was about to speak, when at this moment, there was a sudden roar of horses' hooves and noise outside the military camp in the distance, and the breath of the warriors quickly approached in the direction of the military camp.

Hearing such a movement, the clergy who were whipped and lying on the ground like dead dogs wailing and begging for mercy suddenly came to their senses, and one by one they looked at the direction of the barracks gate as if they had met a savior.

And Barton, who was almost taken away by Sun Fei, happened to wake up faintly at this time, heard the sound of shouting in his ears, and after being stunned for a moment, he immediately reacted, looking at Sun Fei's eyes, full of viciousness and resentment, like a poisonous snake waiting for an opportunity.

It was the shepherd of the Holy See Diocese of Twin Banners who personally brought the people here.

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