In the presidential suite of the Gran Meliá, Raff inserted a USB flash drive into the computer, ran a program to retrieve it, and while the computer was running, he looked up and said to Belle: "Boss, you are too good, my computer has not been delivered yet, you can pick up a storekeeper by going out for a walk." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"So you should go out for a walk and don't be bored in the house all the time." The plan had progressed a lot, and Belle didn't mind teasing Raff.

"Bingo, boss, it's a no-brainer." Soon the results appeared on the computer.

Belel and the others all gathered around, looking at the picture on the screen, it was a white sword, it looked like it was made of stone, the white gauntlets were made into wings and stretched out to both sides, and each feather looked vivid, which is probably why this sword was regarded as a holy weapon. Unfortunately, the most important blade broke in the middle, leaving only a 10-centimeter remnant on the top of the hilt.

"It seems that this sword is really in the museum's warehouse, which is great, and it is too easy to get hold of this time." Mark was extremely happy, after all, the experience in England just now was not smooth, originally thought that the Holy See would have to fight bloody battles to get started, maybe he would have to make a lot of sacrifices, who knew that it was much easier than he imagined, this was really a surprise.

"Mark, don't be careless, the old dog still has a few teeth, the Holy See has ruled the world for so long, the hidden strength is unimaginable to us, the closer we get to victory, the more cautious we must be." Belette still maintained due caution, he did not want an accident at the last moment, because this was the headquarters of the Holy See after all, and if something happened that they discovered the secret of the hilt of the sword and put the last magic weapon in the cathedral, the consequences would be ...... Belle didn't want to risk being hacked to death by the archangel.

"Alright, now that we've determined the location of things, let's plan it well. First of all, the use of our esteemed Bishop Fabio as a plan A must be carefully planned and simple to implement, after all, Mr. Bishop is not professional in stealing things, and we must prevent him from making any mistakes in it. In the meantime, we're going to design a plan B to deal with the problems that may arise later, so let's start brainstorming..."

“… My lord, I would like to ask, what is brainstorming..."

……

"Hello, Lord Bishop." A guard who was familiar with Fabio greeted Mr. Bishop.

"Oh, it's Torres, are you on duty today, is little Ollie feeling better?"

"Thanks to you, it's much better. Your face looks a little pale, and you're sweating so much, so it's okay. The kind guard asked with concern, he was a fellow villager with Fabio, and the bishop of his hometown would help him from time to time.

"Oh, it's nothing, my stomach hurts a little, I'll go to the hospital after patrolling the warehouse in a while."

"Okay, you have to watch your body, sir, may the Lord bless you."

"Okay, goodbye, Torres."

Mr. Bishop walked in the direction of the warehouse, looking a little hurried, and Torres shook his head, sincerely hoping that he would get better soon.

"Take a deep breath and stay calm, Fabio, it's just a normal deal, isn't it, soon you'll be able to enjoy the stunning sun and sand of South America, just a few dozen minutes away, if you miss it, you'll have to spend your whole life in the dark warehouse of the Holy See." The deep and magnetic voice of Bellio in the headphones calmed Fabio's heart a little, and he obediently took a deep breath, calmed down, and finally returned to more or less normal.

He walked into the warehouse according to the usual route, nodded at the two guards in the warehouse, and the other party also solemnly saluted him, "My lord, why are you here in person today?" ”

"Hehe, you have to come from time to time to see for yourself to rest assured, after all, it is full of holy relics, and if there is any loss, you must leave and report to the Holy See." Fabio said with a smile.

The two guards showed him due respect and opened the door to the warehouse, "Shall we accompany you in?" ”

"Oh, no, it's not a formal check, I'm just taking a casual look and I'll be out soon."

"Yes, sir."

Walking down the stairs to the inner door of the warehouse, Fabio pulled out the electronic lock that was stuck on the side of the door and swiped it, then leaned his eyes up and let the machine scan his pupils. To be sure, the security system is quite advanced, at least on the European continent, but unfortunately, the stronger the defense, the easier it is to be overcome from within.

There was a soft click, the thick electronic door opened a crack, Fabio pushed the door and walked in, there were rows of tall shelves in the museum warehouse of Nuoda, wooden boxes of various specifications were placed on it, Fabio had never felt that this place he had been to countless times was so oppressive and tense as it was today.

He wiped his sweat, swallowed and foamed, looked down at the number written in the palm of his hand, and began to search the warehouse. With the accurate numbering, this time does not take too long, looking at the small wooden box with the seal in front of him, Fabio swallowed and spat again, and at the same time drew a cross on his chest, praying for God to bless, which is a bit ironic, if God really heard, he would probably kill this blasphemous fellow.

He took out a black cloth bag from his arms, took out a small hair dryer-like thing and blew hot air on the seal, and when the gelatinization of the seal was broken, he shivered and took off the seal and put it aside. Then, he took a deep breath, opened the wooden box, opened the sawdust inside, revealing the broken sword, he took out another one from the black cloth bag, repeatedly confirmed that it was this one, put the real sword into the black cloth bag, put the fake into the wooden box, and then according to the original traces he pasted the seal again, and then he spit out the breath he had just inhaled.

The most risky things were done, Fabio's mood calmed down a lot, he walked out with a brisk step with a black cloth bag, and at this moment he felt that he had stepped on the soft sand of South America, and it felt so good and fulfilled to carry 4.5 million euros.

Closing the electronic door and going upstairs, Fabio cheerfully greeted the guards and walked outside.

"Fabio, why are you here? Aren't you resting today? A serious voice sounded behind him.

Oh no, it's Cardinal Lide, how could he be here, did he find something. Scared of yourself is the scariest thing, because you put together everything you are afraid of, and that's what Fabio is like now. A greeting that was originally the most ordinary, but it made him nervous to the point of almost fainting, his face was now pale like a vampire zombie, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept flowing down his head, with his current appearance, I am afraid that anyone with a discerning eye will notice that something is wrong.

"Fabio, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that the normally obedient head of the warehouse had his back to him and did not reply, the cardinal was a little unhappy, and walked over to him, and just as he was about to put his hand on Fabio's shoulder and pull him over, another voice sounded on the other side.

"Oh, Lord Fabio, what's wrong with you? Did you have a stomach problem? A figure ran up quickly and wrapped around Fabio.

The cardinal looked fixedly, oh, looking at the costume as if it were a security guard of the Holy See. He spotted Bishop Li De and hurriedly saluted him, "Hello, Cardinal. ”

"Oh, what's wrong with Fabio?"

"Oh, just now when I was on duty, I saw Lord Fabio's face a little pale, he said that he had a stomach problem, and he was going to go to the hospital after checking the warehouse, but now it seems to be more serious, I am worried that it is acute gastroenteritis or something, I plan to send Lord Fabio to the hospital."

"Well, hurry up and get it, don't delay." Bishop Li De waved his hand, it seems that he just happened to catch up with a sudden illness, and insisted on working despite his illness, well, Fabio is not bad, and can give him some more important work with appropriate consideration, and the storekeeper is a little condescending.

Fabio, who was about to pass out, was helped out of the Vatican by Torres, and the enthusiastic security guards insisted that Bishop Fabio be taken to the hospital in Rome, which of course the Bishop agreed.

When he walked into a small alley with no Vatican in sight, Torres let go of Fabio and said to him with a smile: "Okay, Lord Fabio, have you got your stuff?" ”

Fabio looked at the familiar face on the other side and was stunned, what did he mean, did he really know something or lie to me, what happened in the past few days made his brain a little insufficient.

Luckily, there was a clear command coming out of the headset, "Give him something, Mr. Fabio, and then you can take the card you gave you earlier and go to get around, I hope you have booked your ticket to South America." ”

Holding the black cloth bag, looking at Fabio's back as he walked, Torres's face was distorted, and after a few seconds, Belette stood there in the uniform of a security guard, opened the cloth bag, and sensed the energy in the broken sword, he smiled and looked back at the Vatican, "Goodbye Holy See, I hope that the next time I see you, you can still stay the same." ”