"The weather is so nice!" Leo, who had just gotten out of bed, stretched out his hands and stretched out a big stretch. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info bright morning sunlight shines in through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, and the whole room is bright and magnificent, which makes Leo feel very happy.

"Hey! Ada. Leo, who stretched his waist, spotted Darwin sitting on the sofa in front of him, so he smiled and greeted the temple warrior, I have to admit that when you wake up every day and find a bodyguard with a sword guarding you, that feeling is really reassuring.

Darwin nodded slightly, even if he had said hello to Leo. After these days of getting along, Leo was already surprised by Darwin's reaction, so he jumped straight out of his big bed, walked to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, then went downstairs to have breakfast, then four hours of cultivation, then Chinese food, continued to practice after eating and resting for an hour, then dinner, after eating dinner and resting for an hour, he practiced again...

This is Leo's daily schedule since the Light Festival, after escaping death several times and even facing the light of judgment head-on, Leo finally realized the eternal truth of "falling behind will be beaten", and began to cultivate diligently.

Only by becoming stronger can we better protect ourselves, better protect the people we want to protect, and better fulfill our commitments.

"Your letter." When Leo came out of the bathroom after freshening up, Darwin suddenly handed him a letter.

"The city of Prona?" When he saw the red postmark in the upper left corner of the envelope, which represented the place where the letter was sent, Leo was slightly stunned at first, and then suddenly felt a trace of excitement in his heart, and he couldn't wait to open the envelope.

This is a letter from his uncle and aunt who raised him with his own hands, and the content of the letter is very simple, it is nothing more than telling Leo that everything is okay, and telling Leo to pay attention to his body when he works hard outside.

Unconsciously, something seemed to touch Leo's heartstrings, and a slight sadness suddenly welled up in the young bishop's heart.

He was homesick.

For Leo, whose parents died when he was a child, his uncle and aunt are his only two remaining relatives in this world. Therefore, when Leo became the blue bishop of Varna City under various accidents, he quietly sent a letter back to report his safety, just so that his uncle and aunt at home would not be worried about his sudden disappearance.

Leo walked to the desk, and with a slight click somewhere under the table, a "pop" sounded and a secret compartment appeared in front of Leo, and he carefully put the thin letter inside, and then closed the compartment.

After doing all this, Leo straightened up and let out a long breath.

I have to mix up the name of the hall so that the second elder of the family can be proud of me.

Darwin, who was on the side, watched all this quietly, and at some point a strange expression suddenly appeared on his face, which seemed to mean sadness.

What Leo didn't know was that at this moment, in another place, there were also people discussing things about him.

Seminatal Palace.

As the first building built by the first pope to represent the majesty of the god of light, the Shining Lite Palace has naturally become the sleeping palace of the subsequent popes, even if today's Holy See has undergone countless expansions, with many larger and more luxurious palaces than the Shining Light Palace, the popes have not changed this convention, the contemporary Pope Enhill's room is located on the highest floor of the Synileite Palace, if you look down from the sky, you will find that this room is located directly below the bell tower, It is connected to the holy bell that hangs above the bell tower in a straight straight line.

Pope Enshir in the room was now sitting under the only chair in the room, and a pair of reading glasses were placed on the bridge of the old man's nose to help his cloudy eyes see what was written on the thick piece of information in front of him.

On the title page of this information, the name of a man is written in a dignified manner, Leo Sargeras.

Compared with the information obtained by Cheetos, the lord of the Inquisition, the information in front of Pope Enhill was not only more words, but also more detailed, covering almost everything Leo had since he was born, even how many times he had urinated on the bed when he was a child, where he had urinated on the bed, and how much he had urinated on it.

God knows how these church intelligence agents got their hands on this data.

A cardinal stood respectfully in front of the Pope, bowing his head and his hands, waiting for the Pope's command.

Pope Enshir looked very carefully, word by word, line by line, as if he wanted to memorize every word by heart. In this way, of course, the speed is not much faster.

An hour had passed, but the twenty-odd pages of information in front of Pope Enhill had only been nearly half over.

A few drops of sweat had already appeared on the cardinal's face, and his body was not as straight as before, obviously lacking his physical strength.

But the cardinal, who was only a handful of people in the entire Church of Light, could only stand still and wait, whether he wanted it or not.

Since the sudden death of the then bishop 27 years ago, the leaderless cardinals have become a plate of loose sand, completely falling behind in the game with the Pope, and today, they are even like servants called by His Majesty the Pope, and they are not even qualified to sit down.

The present twelve cardinals, if they are called the twelve dogs of the pope, are not far from the truth, except for a little unpleasant.

No one is born willing to be an obedient dog, but those who do not want to be dogs have been killed by Pope Enhill in the past twenty-seven years.

After another hour, Pope Enhill finally turned the last page of the document, and then slowly raised his head: "Bishop Bishop Biedrins." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The cardinal, who was already a little shaky, shook his body violently when he heard this, and hurriedly raised his head in response.

"Does anyone else know about this information other than you?" Pope Enhill asked slowly.

"No, Your Majesty." Bishop Bishop Biedrins replied respectfully.

"Is there any movement from the Inquisition?" Pope Enhill pressed again.

"Neither, Your Majesty." Beedrins replied.

"Very well, you can step down." Pope Enhill straightened the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose a little, and refocused his gaze on the information in front of him: "By the way, remember to send more people to keep an eye on the movement on the side of the Inquisition." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Bishop Bidrinsy bowed and exited the room.

With the sound of turning the page, the information was turned again, and it was not until the penultimate page was turned that Pope Enhil stopped moving, and fixed his eyes on one of the lines written on it, and did not move for a long time.

This line reads: "Zes Sargeras, forty-four years old, owner of a bookstore, residing in the city of Prona, the only surviving immediate family member of Leo Sargeras. ”

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