The Pope appeared.,This fanfic is starting to gradually differ from the original.。 Such a design is destined to be slapped in the face by the original book, but it doesn't matter, it's good to be happy. In addition, the contemptible people are not based on the party, the Bible quotations in the text are just casual quotes, everyone understands the spirit, haha.

During this time, I want to help my friends prepare for their weddings, and I often leave the computer after sending a text, and the replies to the comments are sluggish, forgive me.

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Vatican City.

A small room, a small round table.

The room had no windows, just a few candles, and the light was a little dim.

The round table was also made of ordinary wood, which was a bit too shabby even for the Vatican, which believed in frugality.

However, those who can enter this room are at least cardinals.

Strangely enough, though, there was only one person in the room dressed in red. And this man is standing.

The remaining eleven bishops sat with serious expressions, all waiting for one of them to speak.

The man was a young man with blond hair, and his blue eyes were as clear as the sky.

Compared to the cardinal's ornate red robes, this man's dress was outrageously simple, and he wore only the robes of an ordinary monk.

The blonde young man stared at the candle flame in a daze, and the people in the room did not dare to come out.

On the walls of the room hung portraits of blonde youths, all of them looking like the deities.

If you look closely, you can still reveal subtle details: each painting was completed on a different date, from the most recent year ago to the furthest of the last century.

"Paul, Marco lost his temper in the Black Order, has this matter been clarified?" The blonde youth spoke.

"It's been found out."

The cardinal, who was standing at the round table, hurriedly replied.

Marco, the cardinal of the Vatican, Li Xianhua's firing squad was led by him, and he was scared by Li Xianhua and peed his pants.

The blonde youth sighed, and there was no youthful vigor in his eyes.

"Then there is no way, may God forgive his sins."

After the blonde young man finished speaking, the monks sitting at the round table drew the cross with their hands.

Paul opened his mouth, but finally didn't speak.

The crowd prayed and continued their deliberations, and no one cared about Paul's face.

"As a servant of the Lord, he fears Satan's minions, and the filth of the world has spread to the church. Holy Father, I beseech you to give you the grace to cleanse this filthy land. ”

An old monk to the left of the blonde youth spoke, his tone so flat that it seemed as if his suggestion was just to sweep the floor.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from Paul's forehead: "Holy Father"

The blonde youth looked at Paul and smiled kindly.

Paul was so nervous that his tongue was knotted, and he couldn't say anything more.

The blond-haired young man looked at the old monk and said softly: "Peter, wrath kills fools. The grass will wither, and the flowers will wither. and the light of the wicked shall be extinguished. His flame shall not shine. ”

Peter seemed to understand the answer. The old man, whose skin was like dry bark, looked satisfied, and after sincerely thanking him, he stopped talking.

The Pope then looked at Paul: "You can step down." ”

Paul bowed respectfully and left the room without a sound.

"Holy Father, you have been too merciful to these cowardly servants. These falsifiers are just demons seduced by Satan. A monk commented.

"A neighbor who is near is better than a brother who is far away. To win the holy war, the help of these people is indispensable. Another monk played the round.

The Pope shook his head: "When the indecent are exalted among the world, there are wicked people who march everywhere. Judgment is coming, and how can there be truly righteous people in this world? Samael has appeared, will Satan be far away? John"

(Note: Samael, one of Satan's seven demons, is a fallen angel.) Its name means "poisonous glorious messenger", and here it specifically refers to Li Xianhua. ）

The door was pushed open, and a cardinal with glasses on the bridge of his nose bowed: "Holy Father." ”

"You go, bring Satan's minions or sanction them."

"Your will, Holy Father."

John turned and went out.

"Li Xianhua, Samael, who used a false 'heart' to deceive the world, is ready to be judged."

John wiped his glasses and strode out.

Hiding in the corner, Paul watched John go all the way away and crept into another room.

The room is spacious and bright, and the furniture inside is graceful and magnificent, but it is a little deserted.

An old man with gray hair was standing behind a huge desk, wiping the table with a burlap cloth. When he heard the door open, he raised his head: "It's Paul." ”

"It's me, His Majesty the Pope."

"Don't call me any Pope," the old man smiled wryly, "don't torture me with that title anymore"

The dignity of the real pope is too young, and if you don't find a stand-in with a similar appearance and age, I'm afraid that mankind will have fought a holy war before the appearance of the Millennium Count

"No, in my heart, you are the real Pope." Paul looked at the old man steadfastly.

"Oh, what's the matter?"

"Marco is going to be executed."

"What!" The old man, like a dehydrated fish, bounced out of his chair, "How can they sigh. Paul, don't be too upset"

Paul shook his head, leaned in and whispered, "That John has left the Vatican." ”

The old man immediately sat up straight: "I have been serving by that person's side"

"Yes!"

"Then do you know why he left?"

"I don't know, I guess it's for Li Xianhua."

"Li Xianhua, I've heard this name so many times recently." The old man groaned.

"And the confession that has been destroyed." Paul added in a low voice.

"Do you think that confession really exists?"

"I believe it exists," Paul's eyes suddenly sharpened, "otherwise why would that person react so much?" Sending people to kill people and destroy evidence in a panic is not his usual style. ”

"Now there is no evidence, we cannot make a presumptuous assertion, but it is indeed very suspicious that there is no blame for betraying God," the old man frowned and thought, "If it is true, if it is true, my God, what kind of path do you want to show us?" ”

"Your Majesty, I intend to contact Rubellier."

"You can't do it! Then the Vatican will be in chaos! The old man glared at Paul sternly.

"It's been a mess for a long time! Since Li Xianhua's defection, there has been a lot of discussion below! Paul snapped, "Why did that man put Mark to death?" Is it really because of his cowardice? I don't believe it! Marco must have seen something he shouldn't have seen, and heard something he shouldn't have heard! ”

"Paul, calm down, I know Marco is your friend, be careful they hear"

"It's not about friendship!" Paul slapped the table, "Your Majesty, I've been watching them for a long time, and the others are fine, that man almost never eats, and that John doesn't even drink water!" ”

Isn't this the miracle that the Lord once performed? Jesus also fed 5,000 men in the wilderness, and did not eat or anything."

"His Majesty! Do you really believe that rhetoric? The Lord taught us to love others, but never taught us to play witchcraft like the gypsies! I suspect those people aren't human at all! The demons created by the Millennial Earl also never eat! ”

The old man fell silent, and the room fell silent.

"Your Majesty, the appearance of Li Xianhua is definitely not accidental, my intuition tells me that he is the one who brings the true will of God, the real apostle! So I have to act! ”

"What can I do for you?"

"Your Majesty"

"I'm old," the old man leaned back in his chair, "God has not given me wisdom or courage, I can only watch you alone and try to make me do something for you, so as to make up for the guilt in my heart." ”

"No, Your Majesty, with your kindness, the Vatican is the true place of faith."

The old man shook his head: "Let's talk about something practical." What do you need? ”

"Nothing is needed, just a reason to leave the Vatican."

"I understand, go in peace, I'll help you hide from that person."

"Your Majesty, take care."

Paul felt a little guilty that after he left, the old man would be more oppressed.

"I'm just an ordinary old man, there's nothing to take care of." The old man smiled slightly.

Three days later, Paul left the Vatican in the name of a missionary.

"Paul, may God direct your path."

In the room of the "Pope", the old man looked at the sunlight outside the window and muttered.

Outside his door, there were two more guards.