This was supposed to be the place where Mitheus led them to the Pope's office, but now he has become a supporting character, and Miao Junfeng has become the main character.

"Mitheus, does Paul like to work on it? Could it be that successful people like this condescending feeling? Miao Junfeng, who was walking in front, asked Mitheus.

"Nope! It was just a place for him to rest. I spend most of my time working on the basement floor. ”

"Basement? No way! Do you need to be so careful? This is the Holy Court, and even if there are assassins, they will not blatantly rush in front of him and kill him! ”

"I don't know exactly why, but since he became Pope, he's liked to work down there. In His words, He will use light to drive out darkness. ”

Miao Junfeng didn't reply, his brows tightened, as if he had thought of something under Mitheus's reminder.

Spiraling up the steps, the door to the lounge opens from the inside to the outside as it reaches the top.

"Welcome, guests from afar. I was looking forward to the stars and the moon, and I finally looked forward to you. Paul's laughter came from within.

"Pope Paul, don't you think your words are a bit false? If it were as you say, you wouldn't have watched the scene in the arena happen. ”

"Oh! My dear friend, if you think so, you have misunderstood me. The clergy of the Holy Court have always been curious about the East, especially since your name has long fascinated them.

Today, if I don't give them a chance, I'm afraid they will get sick. You know, heart disease also has to be a heart doctor. ”

"Well, that's delicious. Whether your words are true or not, this tea is indeed a genuine and good tea! I love it. Miao Junfeng walked directly to the coffee table, took the brewed tea and drank it all.

"Miao Junfeng, aren't you afraid that I will poison you?" After Paul drank the tea, he asked with a smile.

"Don't be afraid! You are the Pope, and you disdain the means of the next three kinds of abuse. ”

"Hehe, do you two drink tea or coffee? I'm ready, feel free to do whatever you want. Paul motioned for them to sit down.

"Your Majesty, there should be something very important to discuss between you and Miao Junfeng, in order not to delay your precious time. Let's talk about me first! Mitheus sat upright, not holding his coffee like Bismarck.

"Mitheus, the jury conducted your annual assessment not long ago. Unfortunately, your assessment score is too low. With such a low score, I can't help you say more.

In the end, after unanimous deliberation, it was decided to remove you from your position as the chief priest of the city of Guardian and transfer you back to the Holy Court for retreat. When you can meet the evaluation standards, when will you be assigned a new task. ”

"Your Majesty, as far as I know, there are twenty members of the jury, and these twenty members include you. Since the birth of the Holy Tribunal, the evaluation indicators have been continuously expanded and improved, until the current twelve.

In accordance with the usual practice, clergy with a score of less than 70 points were dismissed from their duties on the spot and sent back to the Holy Court for retreat.

But what I don't understand is, is my metrics really going to be only 50 percent? Based on this score, all of my indicators are either below 5 or below, or I have scored zero on a few indicators.

Dear His Majesty the Pope, it's not that I, Mitheus, am arrogant, I don't think my score should be so low, and the assessment made by the jury this time is yet to be reviewed. ”

"Mitheus, are you questioning the authority of the jury? You must know that each member of the jury is the mainstay of the Holy See, and they carry the future and hope of the Holy Court on their shoulders.

Is it necessary for them to join forces to do such shady things for the sake of you? If there is one person like this, I can understand it, but if there are 20 people, including me, then I have to say that this is your problem, not ours. ”

The spark between Paul and Mitheus is becoming more and more pronounced and intense.

"Pope Paul, may I say a few words. As a friend of Mitheus and the future ruler of the royal court, I think I will be able to make you listen to my words. ”

"Say it! Isn't there a saying in your East that if you listen to both, you will be clear, and if you believe partially, you will be dark? I don't want to be a fool. Paul took a sip of his coffee.

"Pope Paul, the church in the city of the Garda, under the leadership of Father Mitheus, is clearly stronger than the priesthood. The people there had a great deal of respect for Mitheus and regarded him as their own relative.

When there was a famine in Garter, Mitheus preferred to go hungry himself rather than have a full meal for the people who were affected.

In a good harvest year, people donated a large amount of food to the church in gratitude for him. But after Father Mitheus received it, all of this food was transported back to the Holy Court, and no one was deducted.

I would like to ask you, who is the presiding priest in the outward station, who can love the people like him and shed God's mercy and light on the world?

I am an outsider, and from the perspective of a bystander, the hat of injustice should not be put on Mitheus's head.

Pope Paul, please consider my words carefully, otherwise they will really break the hearts of the people of Garter City and the hearts of many who learn from him. ”

"Your Majesty, I am not an Oriental, a pure Westerner. In my eyes, whether it is the Holy Court or the Priesthood, as long as it can contribute to the country, as long as it can make people reap happiness and joy, I think it is good.

It seems to me that Father Mitheus has not only done a good job in his own job, but also did a good job in the extra work. A good priest like him really shouldn't be treated unfairly. ”

"Marshal Bismarck, I reiterate to you responsibly that Father Mitheus has not been treated unjustly. The jury's decision on him was made after three days and three nights of discussion.

Of the twelve indicators, he scored high in many indicators, but he scored zero in three indicators. After these three zeros appeared, the members of the jury, who had originally given him a high score, immediately revised their original scores for some reason.

So, by the time it was finally announced, Mitheus had only fifty points. ”

"Your Majesty, can you tell me which three indicators I scored zero?"

"Yes. For loyalty to the Westman, you get zero points. You get zero points for your loyalty to the Holy Court. You get zero points for your attitude towards the priesthood's temple.

Originally, the zero score of the three indicators has little impact on the overall situation, but you have also heard that the three indicators of the zero score you get are very different! ”

"I'm sorry, Mitheus, it looks like I'm the one who caused you." After listening to Paul's words, Miao Junfeng immediately understood the key to this.

"Nope! It's none of your business. What should come will come, and now is the best time to break me, and it would be a pity to miss it. After hearing this, Mitheus was also relieved. He even thought about leaving the Holy Court.