After leaving the [Xingyao] organization, Ye Xuan returned to Paris.

Internationally, Paris is the fashion capital, and the Eiffel Tower is a masterpiece of ingenuity.

However, Ye Xuan was not in the mood to admire the Eiffel Tower. He walked through the ancient streets of Paris, and did not go directly to the Palais Royal to find Louis, nor to find the prince of the French mafia, Jerke.

The main purpose of his visit to France this time was to cultivate.

And, of course, help Louis ascend to the throne. As for Jerke's words, if Jerke behaves well, Ye Xuan doesn't mind helping Jerke become the leader of the French mafia.

At noon, Ye Xuan walked on the street, and a dazzling array of decorations could be seen everywhere on the ancient streets of Paris.

Ye Xuan walked through the ancient street and came to a majestic church.

Churches are also everywhere in China.

After all, the Holy See or the Church has long spread the term "gods" into China. But in this world, whether there are gods or not is indeed debatable.

However, this is not the focus of Ye Xuan's attention.

Ye Xuan came to the Holy See just to ask to see the Pope. It's hard! You must know that in the Holy See, the Pope exists like an emperor in the court.

The emperor is not something you can see if you want to.

The church is majestic, shaped like a palace, and is a traditional French fortress.

Ye Xuan stood in front of this church that was three or four hundred years old, and gradually wiped a little smile on his serious face.

When entering the church, be sure to dress neatly. Ye Xuan was outside the church door, first tidying up his clothes, and then getting rid of the dust on his trouser legs.

After that, Ye Xuan dared to walk into the church!

For a member of the Holy See, it is a desecration against the gods.

Ye Xuan walked to the front of the church, and in front of the door of the church, there were two young men in black robes, who should be the guards guarding the door.

"Stop!"

One of the guards stared at Ye Xuan coldly, his eyes wandering up and down, looking at Ye Xuan.

"You're not a member of the Holy See, are you?"

The guard, with a smile, seemed to want to see something from Ye Xuan's face.

But unfortunately, Ye Xuan didn't look at the guard at all.

After all, in the Holy See, members are hierarchical, and rank is judged by the color of the robes worn by members.

Black, white, red, and purple.

The black robe represents the most ordinary members of the Holy See, that is, mages in the traditional sense.

The white robe represents the members of the Holy See who have made certain contributions, which is what everyone calls the archmage.

As for the members of the Holy See who wear red robes, there are very few in the Holy See, and they are called archbishops.

And the purple robe is naturally the Pope!

Within the Holy See, the hierarchy was strict, just like the dynasties of ancient China.

The guard standing in front of the church was just an ordinary mage, and he spoke very arrogantly, of course Ye Xuan would not care about this kind of person.

Seeing that Ye Xuan didn't speak, the guard's face suddenly turned ugly, and his cold eyes stared at Ye Xuan coldly, and he scolded, "I'm talking to you."

"Hehe, I'm here to see your Pope."

Ye Xuan sneered a few times and said indifferently.

"Haha......"

Hearing this, the two guards burst out laughing, arrogant and uninhibited, with a look of disdain on their faces.

"Go and inform you of the Pope, and say that someone is destined to come and ask him if he sees it or not."

Ye Xuan looked at the two guards very seriously and said.

"Someone who is destined? You're paralyzed! ”

The guard snorted coldly, raised his hand, and punched Ye Xuan.

In the Holy See, a mage who can wear a black robe must have a certain amount of power.

The guard, with a look of disdain and contempt on his face, decided that his punch could send Ye Xuan to the hospital.

But when his fist hit Ye Xuan's face, Ye Xuan sneered a few times.

"Get out!"

Ye Xuan stretched out a finger slightly and pointed it on the guard's chest.

"Bang!"

As if he had been shot in the chest, the guard was shot straight through the chest, bleeding scarlet blood.

The guard's eyes widened, and his face looked surprised, surprised, and terrified.

"Aren't you going yet?"

Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly turned cold, looked at the other guard, and said indifferently.

"Go, I'll go."

The guard was startled, looked panicked, and hurried towards the inside of the church.

After the guard left, Ye Xuan looked coldly at the guard who was punched through the chest by him, and sneered: "If I want to kill you, it's probably as simple as killing an ant."

"You!"

The guard's chest was tingling, and his face was pale, but the strength Ye Xuan showed was too powerful.

"Huh."

Ye Xuan only smiled faintly, completely ignoring the hostility of the guard.

After all, the anger of the weak, there is no point!

In front of the strong, the weak are as humble as ants, even if the weak are angry, there is no way to change the fact that they are trampled under the feet of the strong.

Soon, the black-robed mage who ran into the church before ran out in a hurry.

"Your Pope, will you see me?"

Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes, stared at the black-robed mage, and asked.

"See, of course. We, the Pope, are looking forward to meeting you as soon as we hear that you are destined. ”

The black-robed mage smiled, was very afraid of Ye Xuan, and lowered his head and said.

"Really?"

Ye Xuan's face was expressionless, and he concluded that there was a ghost in it, but he still didn't change his face, and said, "Then please lead the way!"

"Okay."

The black-robed mage nodded hurriedly, a few sneers smearing from the corners of his mouth.

The black-robed mage stepped forward and supported the guard who had been punched through the chest by Ye Xuan, following closely behind Ye Xuan.

"Does the Pope really want to see this guy?"

Pierced in the chest, the guard turned pale and looked puzzled, lowered his voice, and said in surprise.

"Hehe, you'll know later, I'm sure that kid won't be able to eat and walk around."

The black-robed mage suddenly snorted coldly, looked at Ye Xuan's eyes a little colder, and said indifferently.

"Looks like you're ready?"

The guard whispered.

"Of course! An archbishop, eighteen archmages, is waiting for this kid, and he will definitely let this kid die. ”

The black-robed mage sneered.

It turned out that before, Ye Xuan asked the black-robed mage to inform the Pope. But the black-robed mage is not stupid, the status of the Pope is extremely noble, how can it be seen by ordinary people.

Therefore, the black-robed mage went to inform a red-robed archbishop that someone had come to avenge the Pope.

When the red-robed archbishop heard this, he was even angry, and with the eighteen white-robed archmages, he must kill the person who wanted to seek revenge on the Pope.

For members of the Holy See to seek revenge on the Pope, it is blasphemy, it is a capital crime!

But how could that black-robed mage know that Ye Xuan had heard the conversation between them clearly.

"The red-robed archbishop, the white-robed archmage? I don't know what kind of strength that archbishop is? ”

Ye Xuan sneered a few times, deliberately pretended not to know, and continued to walk forward.

After a short time, the three of them walked into the depths of the church and stopped in front of a door.

"This guest, our Pope, is waiting for you inside."

The black-robed mage smiled and said.

"Hmm."

Ye Xuan nodded, knowing that in the room, there must be an ambush.

However, if you don't enter the tiger's den, you will get the tiger.

What's more, Ye Xuan would not be afraid of any red-robed archbishop.

As for those white-robed archmages, Ye Xuan didn't look at them even more.

"Squeak!"

Ye Xuan pushed the door and walked into the room.

As Ye Xuan expected.

As soon as he entered the room, many dark shadows rushed towards him.

(End of chapter)