"Part-time job?" said Fnamuir, a little confused, but he was still a little incredulous, so he had to ask, "Are you sure your sharp head is still there, Pasya?"

However, Pasya's face didn't show any concern, and her hand that couldn't stop for a moment was still taking out the food from her arms and stuffing it into her mouth: "Don't measure me by your humble intelligence, Fnamuir, besides, what's wrong with your part-time job." ”

"I'm a dragon, a dragon, you know? Have you heard of a dragon working?" argued loudly, Fonamüir clenched his fists, his face full of displeasure.

"Wait, wait, I didn't say I had to let you work, Fnamuir, it's not impossible to rob, but you have to know that only the Life Gem can speed up the rate of my strength recovery. Sighing helplessly, she didn't want to recover quickly.

Fnamuir was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

But Pasya was ready to leave, and he threw everything he had on the ground: "These are gifts for you, thank me." ”

"Goodbye then. With that, she flailed her wings into the air and left.

Fnamuir took two steps forward and looked at what Pasya had thrown on the ground, she had already eaten all she could eat, and all that was left was useless packaging.

Fona Muir whispered in a speechless voice, "What a nice gift." ”

At this time, Curazo, who had been studying magic on the side, suddenly spoke, "So, what about the door?"

"What door?" replied Fnamuir in a questioning tone, as if he had not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

Kurazo looked up and gave Fona Muir a cold look, then raised his hand and pointed to the stone door behind him.

Fnamuir followed Kurazo's finger and saw the stone door, which had been reduced to pieces, lying quietly around.

"Oh my door. Fnamuir covered his eyes sadly, he really didn't have the courage to continue watching this scene.

Don Quixote took a sip of wine and looked at the demon king in front of him, who was kneeling on the ground to mourn the door, and judging from their conversation, it seemed that something big was coming.

Although he always had a bad premonition.

This time, Pasya didn't waste time on the road, after all, there was not much left of God.

After arriving in Azeritto, Pasya found a deserted alley not far from the church.

And Milo's body slowly fell against the wall.

After a while, she slowly opened her eyes.

Milo looked around a little confused, and then said suspiciously: "Where is this?"

But this time, someone answered her question: "This is the alley next to the church." ”

The confusion on Milo's face still didn't dissipate: "Pasya, how did I end up here, I remember fighting those two people just now." ”

Pasya smiled, "Hmph, thank me, I've already solved it for you." ”

"Solved?" Milo's big eyes kept blinking, as if he wanted to hear what was going on.

However, Pasya didn't seem to want to tell her, and reminded her kindly: "If you don't go back, you will be discovered." ”

Milo looked up at the sky: "Oh no, it's almost dark, I have to go back quickly." ”

After saying that, he raised his feet and walked out quickly.

As soon as he entered the church door, Milo heard the sound of horses galloping behind him.

She turned her head to see the Tel Aviv pastor riding his horse toward the church.

Frightened, Milo hurriedly walked to the side, leaving him a way to go.

Pasya looked at the back of Tel Aviv speeding by with some doubts, she obviously felt that their pope was not dead, why was this kid in such a hurry?

In fact, Tel Aviv is still quite anxious, after all, the Pope does not seem to be able to delay for long.

Dismounted, he hurried to the Pope's chamber.

There were only two priests in the room who were looking after the pope.

"What about the doctors?" Tel Aviv asked instead of going in, but stood outside the door and asked the priest inside.

One of the priests heard the noise and looked back to confirm the situation, and only after seeing that it was Tel Aviv, did he respectfully return: "Tel Aviv pastor, the doctors are in the room below." ”

"Well, got it, observe the Pope's situation well. Before leaving, Tel Aviv gave another uneasy requirement.

Then, he walked quickly downstairs.

The doctors were resting in the room below, and he was relieved.

Tel Aviv handed the bag to the doctors: "Is this the cowpox in your mouth?"

The leading physician took the bag, gently placed it on the table, then opened it and observed it carefully.

After a while, he sighed softly and slowly spoke again: "That's it, yes, but it doesn't seem to save the Pope." ”

"What, you can't save the Pope?" Tel Aviv grabbed the doctor by the collar and asked with an annoyed expression.

The doctor hurriedly explained: "Pastor Tel Aviv, don't be impatient, because there has been no medical record of smallpox infection for nearly a hundred years, so no one can remember the treatment of smallpox for a long time, I just heard about it, and I have some impressions of it." ”

After saying that, he gasped for a moment, and the collar strangled his neck, causing him to breathe a little.

He continued: "Yesterday, I went back to the palace to check the records I had left behind, and found that cowpox only prevents smallpox, not the way to solve it. ”

Tel Aviv let go of his grip and sat down in his chair in a decadent manner, and he continued to ask, "So, you can't be saved?"

When Tel Aviv let go, the doctor breathed in the fresh air as if he had regained his heart: "It's not like that, the mortality rate from smallpox is very high, but death is not guaranteed, and the books I have consulted have medical records of smallpox still alive." ”

"What we can do is to isolate the pope to prevent smallpox from spreading again, and then strengthen the care, especially the cleaning of the pope's mouth and eyes, and then wait, the Lord will bless the pope. ”

Tel Aviv sighed and said so, but he understood that the odds should be unlikely.

So now he can only take on the burden of the pope temporarily, he likes to pursue fame and fortune, but standing at the top of the power, to be honest, he is not ready.

All the people in the house had left, and it was quiet.

He walked slowly to the window and looked out the window, the church was so large that it looked like a second royal palace.

However, Tel Aviv still hopes that he will have a chance to stay here as Tel Aviv.