On the self-cultivation of a codeword personAlthough there are a lot of things today, I still finished writing

London, late at night.

The luxurious four-wheeled carriage drove on the stone pavement, and the sound of horses' hooves was crisp and rhythmic.

The carriage was surrounded by heavily armed guards, who did not slack off even in the silence of the streets.

Rubelil sat in the car, gently rubbing his temples with his right hand to soothe his tired spirit.

He had just returned from Buckingham Palace.

It wasn't just to meet the royal family, there were still many councillors waiting for Roubelil in the palace on this dark night.

The Vatican's pope is different, and this is not a trivial matter, even if there is no black order as a directly interested body, it is worth discussing with the British authorities, after all, Britain has a large number of believers.

Rubellier's plan was to gain the support of various British families and royal families to separate the Black Order from the Vatican and turn it into an independent department.

The reaction of the family representatives was unexpected, and they were not aware of the seriousness of the information Rubellil had said, but only had a lively discussion about the distribution of benefits after the Black Order became independent.

Rationing of new weapons and equipment? What is the priority of the research department? And who is in command of the exploration troops? And how to place the force of the most important exorcist?

Questions such as these were discussed with great interest among the parliamentarians, as if the Black Order had been removed from the jurisdiction of the Vatican.

Well, that's kind of a goal, right?

Rubelil thought back to the ugliness of the well-dressed parliamentarians at Buckingham Palace when they bargained, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.

Vatican City? Pope? Supreme?

I really can't take you, or even uncover the true colors of those "generalissimos", but why should I fight you outside of my control?

Theocracy VS kingship, it will only be us who will win in the end.

The carriage shook suddenly.

"What's going on?" Rubelil looked out the window.

Suddenly a strong wind blew outside the car, and the moon in the sky was gone, replaced by thick dark clouds.

"Lord Rubelier, the horse is frightened!"

The horses pulling the cart seemed to be frightened by the bad weather, and no matter how much the coachman appeased him, he could not calm down.

The torrential rain was pouring down, and everyone was drenched in the rain.

Dense raindrops smashed against the windows of the car, and the glass creaked and groaned, as if overwhelmed.

"It's raining?" Rubellil frowned, "There wasn't a single cloud in the sky just now. ”

This rain is indeed too strange, it is obviously in the city, but Rubellil and his party feel like they are in the wilderness, unable to walk an inch.

"Find a place to shelter from the rain!" The captain of the guard covered his mouth with his hand, the rain was so heavy that he couldn't even speak without it.

The others couldn't hear him clearly, but they were already consciously leading their horses to find a place to hide from the rain. Of course, using the carriage as a carrier to withstand the raindrops is also a reason.

Unconsciously, people gradually gathered around the carriage.

A gust of wind blew, and the rain in the air condensed into a rope and pumped fiercely towards the carriage.

"Be careful!" The captain of the guard reminded everyone, but it was too late.

Rumble!!

The convoy was swept to pieces by the water, the horses galloped forward in the rain, and the carriages ran wildly in the rain.

"Lord Ruberil!" The captain of the escort tried to adjust the formation and chase back the carriage.

The rain turned to hail at this moment.

A fist-sized hail smashed down on the guards, and the people wailed and dodged in confusion, and the carriage became farther and farther out of the captain's sight

The carriage was alone through the streets, and the coachman had already been washed off by the rain, and it was a blessing for Rubellil that the carriage had not overturned.

Rubelil clutched the handrail and diligently looked out the window.

Where is the rain? Rubelier's eyes widened. A few seconds later, he kicked open the door of the carriage.

Seeing his chance, Rubellier flipped out of the carriage and rolled on the ground a few times, hitting his head on the lamp.

Resisting the excruciating pain, Rubelil stumbled away from the wide street.

It was still windy and raining on the street he had just passed, but there was not a single drop of rain around him.

"Vatican"

In an instant, Rubellir had already figured out who was attacking him.

It's ridiculous, I was proud just now, but in the blink of an eye, I was fiercely counterattacked.

No, I'm afraid they were premeditated too, right?

Is this the power of God? Even celestial phenomena can be mastered.

Even on the run, Rubellier's brain didn't stop turning.

The Pope of the Vatican, the suspicion of the Generalissimo, the cardinal who attacked Li Xianhua, and the previous Li Xianhua apostasy incident, all of this is connected, and the truth is about to come out

The road ahead was blocked, and a tall, thin figure stood on the path, its shadow falling diagonally on the wall, twisted and eerie.

"Who are you?"

Rubellil pulled out his pistol, and when he saw the monk's uniform on the visitor, he already knew it.

The person who came did not answer, but simply stretched out his hand.

A faint flame arose from his hand.

"Raven!" Rubelil shouted.

A dozen Raven guards leapt from the rooftops of the house, blocking between Rubelil and the visitors.

Without a word, the two guards fled in the opposite direction on Rubelil, and the remaining crows took out the fire talisman and the binding talisman and attacked the comer.

The flames were overwhelming, and there was a great tendency to burn everything down.

The man raised his palm, and the flames in his hand fluttered in the air and flew towards the flames that rushed towards him.

Something strange happened.

The little flame seemed to have life, and even used the surrounding flames as food, and "ate" a fine light.

The well-fed flames still drifted unhurriedly towards the Raven Guard, and the Raven, who had always been agile, couldn't move.

The small flame passed through the body of the first dark crow, then the second and third

After passing through all the crows, the small flames "poofed" out in the air.

All the ravens stood in place, and after a few seconds, boiling flames erupted from their bodies.

The flames seemed to burn even the sounds in the air, and the Raven Guards were burned to ashes.

"He ran away." A low, bloated figure approached the Flame Monk.

"He can't run. Your mission accomplished? The Flame Monk spoke, his voice hoarse.

"Hmm."

On the streets, Rubellier's convoy was completely wiped out and buried in the hail.

The next day, the headline in The Times read: The current patriarch of the Rubelier family has mysteriously disappeared