The knights of the Friars of St. John had been waiting in this inn in a remote corner of Rome for a week, but he still did not receive the order of the Pope's summons, which made the knights feel very anxious, and when the Baltic coastal land was in dire need of the Gospel of Christ, he could not be summoned by the Pope to consult and send competent clergy, and finally Ben could not continue to stay like this, he left the hotel and came to the Pope's sanctuary to ask for an audience again.

"His Holiness the Pope has been busy lately and has no time." The deacon of the sanctuary shook his fat head and replied to Ben, who was waiting in the cloister.

"So, when is His Majesty the Pope free?" The knight class of the Friars of St. Jom asked with a frown, this kind of reply has been done many times, but it is all perfunctory.

"If His Majesty the Pope is free, he will summon him, and wait patiently for Brother Ban." The deacon of the sanctuary departed without heeding, and the Holy See, though not as powerful as it had been in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, was the best for the Church in the whole of Europa, and therefore did not pay attention to the monks who came from what he considered to be a wild land.

"Well, what the hell is going to be done here?" The knights' class was anxious but could not enter, when he came before the elders of the Friars of St. Jom gave him a few names, originally this is a deacon who is familiar to the Holy See, if they have their recommendation, there will be no problem to be received by the pope, but when the class came to Rome, he found that some of these deacons have retired, some have died of disease, and suddenly there is no place in this unfamiliar city of Rome.

"Hurry up, His Holiness the Pope is in the chanting room. Go add some spices. At this moment two monks passed by the knight's class, who were walking in a hurry, and whispered as they went.

"There's no way to wait any longer, just follow them and find out." Although the knight's class is a monk, he is a knight with a knighthood after all, and he has his own decisive decisions, thinking of this, he immediately broke in behind the two monks who served the pope.

The Pope's chanting room is not small, it is by no means a small chanting room built by ordinary nobles, in fact, this one is made by the masters of the Italian artists and stonemasons' unions, and it is not only built of solid stone. And on the exterior depict various religious paintings in a variety of bright colors. In addition, there are a large number of marble sculptures, domed roofs and incense filled with light, showing the magnificence of the Holy See as the head of the Church.

"What's the King of Italy doing lately?" Pope Alexander wears a small white hat that covers the top of his head. Show respect for God. Standing next to him was a bishop from the Italian region. In fact, it was the eyes and ears of Pope Alexander.

"The King of Italy is trying to reconcile the contradictions of his own nobility, and there is nothing strange about it from the outside." The Italian bishop wears a small red hat and gray hair and wears a bishop's robe. He stood beside Alexander with his head bowed, his brow whizzing with apprehension.

"Is it your observation that the King of Italy was a pious man?" Alexander walked around with the bishop in the chanting room, and as they walked, they talked about the world, which was incompatible with the religious atmosphere of the chanting room, but it was an urgent matter for Alexander.

"In spite of the churches and monasteries built in his own kingdom, this king was by no means a pious man, and it was rumored at the royal banquets that his majesty seemed to yearn for the prosperity of Rome." The bishop said and peeked at Alexander, although Alexander was not a powerful and capable pope, but the pope elected by the Roman nobles also knew that this eternal city was by no means able to resist the influence of the Italian king, which could not help but make Alexander frown.

"Rome is the hub of the Holy Religion, how can it be touched by the world, it is really blasphemous, blasphemous." Alexander whispered in exasperation, feeling physically and mentally exhausted, and the lack of a reliable army in his hands was the greatest weakness of the Holy See.

"Who are you? How to break into the sanctuary of His Majesty the Pope. At this moment, there was a noisy sound from outside the door of the chanting room, and I saw a group of monks serving the Pope desperately trying to block a monk who tried to break into the field, but the monk seemed to be quite strong, and those weak monks who only chanted and wrote scriptures on weekdays could not stop it.

"Who are you?" Alexander thought that someone was trying to assassinate him, and he retreated in fright, and at this time, the guards guarding the Pope also heard the movement and rushed towards this side, but if any foreign monk was strong and strong, if he carried some murder weapon, I am afraid that Alexander's life will be confessed here.

"Oh, is it His Majesty? I am a class of monks from the Congregation of St. Jom in Mecklenburg, and I have come to meet His Majesty. The knights shouted desperately inside, the chanting room was like any other Europa building, with fewer windows and darker inside, which was also in line with the teachings of Christian introspection, but even so Alexander was dressed in robes that were enough to show his identity.

"Mecklenburg?" Alexander was relieved to see that the visitor was visiting him and not the Assassins, as he had not heard of this place, after all, Mecklenburg was from a remote northern region, and it was not uncommon for Alexander, who thought he was at the center of the world, not to have heard of it, but he knew that it was a monastic order established by a Roman Curia deacon who had been sent there.

"Yes." The knight squad quickly fell to his knees and bowed back to Alexander.

"Uh, Mecklenburg? Your monarch has not recently defeated the Duke of Bohemia. The bishop, who was beside Alexandria at this time, asked thoughtfully.

"That's right, Lord Count Mecklenburg defeated the invading Duke of Bohemia, and this Lord Lord is very devout to the Holy Religion, has defeated many attacks of the infidels, and is also very hard at spreading the gospel among the heathen." The knight class said to Alexander.

"Oh, I remember, I signed a bounty for the inclusion of Mecklenburg in the ranks of civilizations." Speaking of which, Alexander remembered that there was a certain reward for Catholics competing for the pagan Holy Religion, but for Alexander, he had the entire Europa to deal with the religious affairs, and of course this kind of thing was forgotten after signing.

"The Count of Mecklenburg is said to be a valiant and warlike nobleman." Looking at the knights, the Italian bishop whispered in Alexander's ear. (To be continued......)