"Your Highness, Bishop Asa is looking for you. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 As soon as André returned to his quarters, the herald of Archbishop Asa appeared in front of him and said respectfully.

Andre frowned, "It's so late, is there anything wrong?" ”

"I'm so sorry, Your Highness Andrew, I really don't know." The herald replied respectfully to Andrei.

Andrei looked at the door that had not yet been opened and sighed, "Alas, let's go." I'll take a look. ”

"Yes."

……

Andri, who was walking on the road, couldn't think of Archbishop Asa so late and what important things were coming to him? Could it be that he knew about the tomb of St. Peter?

Andrei was stunned, he didn't plan to tell anyone in the Holy See about St. Peter's Tomb, he also told George the same, they can only rot in their stomachs, if they want to know if it's true, then check it secretly, otherwise, the whole of Europe will fall into turmoil. Although he likes to cause trouble for the Holy See, it does not mean that he wants to make his comfortable living environment turbulent.

"His Royal Highness, what's wrong?" The herald saw Andre stop suddenly, thinking that he had forgotten something, and looked back at him suspiciously, "Have you forgotten something?" ”

"No, no. Let's move on. Andrei shook his head, impossible. He and George had just come out of St. Peter's Tomb, and the St. Peter's bones had long been gone, and the notches on them had disappeared with the dissipation of St. Peter's bones, and at most the bones of Joseph Lavert Yaslant remained, at most they were treated as a dark history inside the Holy See, and no one would ever find out that it was once the tomb of St. Peter. So it can't be because of this, so what is it for?

Andre lowered his eyes slightly, covering his strange eyes with heterochromatic eyes, and a figure suddenly flashed in his heart, his half-closed eyes suddenly widened, could it be that he had found them?

At the thought of this possibility, Andrei's heart couldn't stop trembling, and he couldn't tell if it was because he was excited or nervous.

"David, did Archbishop Asa send anyone out?"

"Send someone out? I thought, oh, yes, Mao was sent out, and Sam, Van and Rosard and the others, oh yes, and His Highness Aven. ”

Elvin!

Avante, who is proficient in tracking and assassination, was also sent out, and Andrei couldn't help but be shocked.

Evan's full name is Evan H. Loft, and he is a Templar of civilian origin, and yes, Evan is also a Templar, Sequence: 6. Although the sequence of the Templars does not represent their strength, as long as the Templars in the sequence are not mortals, they are naturally not able to be dispatched at will. Aiwen's outing undoubtedly made Andre more convinced of his thoughts.

Alfred, are you all right?

……

Zhu Chenyang's place close to his heart was entrenched in a cloud of black qi, the sealing seal flickered, and he was trying to expel the uninvited guests in his body, this mass of demonic qi was intertwined with many complex spiritual powers, among which there was even eleven spiritual power, so it was extremely laborious to seal the demon seal and expel it again. Fortunately, the hellfire surrounding Eleven, although it is far away, because of the innate desire and hope for the burning of demonic energy, it unexpectedly promotes the expulsion of demonic qi by sealing the demon seal.

"Hmm...... "......Zhu Chenyang only felt that his mouth was dry, and his whole body, inside and out, was full of unbearable dryness and heat, like being in a furnace, and his roasted soul was about to dry up.

After shouting for a while, no one paid attention to him, Zhu Chenyang slowly opened his eyes, saw the black black clouds hovering overhead, and sat up suddenly.

Come to think of it! They're still trapped underground in the Vatican!

As soon as he sat up, he saw the hellfire surrounding him in the distance, don't think about it, it must be Eleven's handwriting, Zhu Chenyang's heart warmed, he grinned stupidly, turned his head to look for Eleven, but saw her lying in Han Leng's arms motionless, and the smirk immediately froze on his face.

“…… Eleven? ”

His voice was already hoarse, and he was roasted by the fire of hell in a coma until now, but with a soft word, there was a tearing pain in his throat, and even the sound he made was floating.

"Two-tube pigs?" Han Leng turned around in a daze, just in time to see Zhu Chenyang touching his throat with a painful face.

"Ahem...... Zhu Chenyang coughed fiercely a few times, but his eyes did not leave Eleven in Han Leng's arms, why didn't he move? What happened to Eleven?

Han ...... Cold, eleven ...... Eleven ......" Zhu Chenyang endured the pain and pointed to the anxiety in Eleven's eyes.

"Eleven?"

Zhu Chenyang nodded heavily.

"Probably nothing."

"What...... Meaning? ”

Han Leng told Zhu Chenyang about Lin Haotian's guess, knowing that Zhu Chenyang's IQ was limited, and finally summed it up and said, "So, Eleven just ran out of spiritual power, and now he is resting." ”

Zhu Chenyang saw that Han Leng didn't seem to be lying to him, so he nodded, now he was in the encirclement of hellfire, even if he wanted to get out, he had no choice but to sit in the encirclement honestly and wait.

Over there, Sewell looked at Qing's face in a daze, and that familiar feeling came to his heart again, why did he have the feeling of 'this person can be trusted'?

……

“…… I don't know. After a moment of silence, Sewell decided to tell the truth, a strange and familiar feeling of trust that reminded him of the priest. With a pain in his heart, the tiger's claws couldn't help clenching, and even scratched his palms despite the sharp claws.

Qing silently watched Sewell's movements, although he had doubts in his heart, but now was not the time to solve his doubts, so he could only press it and continue to ask, "Don't you know the name?" ”

"I don't know."

"Do you remember what you look like?"

This time, Sewell turned his head violently and stared at Lin Haotian coldly, "Isn't it him?" ”

Qing was stunned for a moment and looked at Lin Haotian suspiciously.

"See what I'm doing?" Lin Haotian asked puzzledly, it was scary enough for a Sewell to look at himself coldly, why did he look at himself strangely now?

"Sewell, how do you think it's him? He's just 18 years old like me, how could he be in the time you're living? ”

"Impossible?! I recognize the wooden sword, and the yellow paper on his body, these are all the demon's things! Sewell shouted excitedly, and his white wings couldn't help but wave, bringing up a strong wind.

Wooden sword? Yellow paper? Qing squinted his eyes and looked over, Lin Haotian's body was blown by the strong wind' 'hulala', and his raised right hand held an ordinary peachwood sword of the Liu family to protect his eyes, and his heart immediately understood.

I see! (To be continued.) )