In the afternoon, the Papal City, the Pontifical Palace, the Basilica.

Rektaran Ramier, with a pair of glasses on his face, knelt on one knee, his face facing the smooth marble floor, his face expressionless, but a few drops of cold sweat oozed from his forehead.

The fat Pope Boyok IV, dressed in fine clothes, was sitting in a chair, staring closely at Rektaran Ramier's brown hair.

"Ramiel, why are you like this?" Boyok IV said plainly.

"Your Holiness, I went home privately while dealing with the tasks assigned by His Holiness. Negligence. ”

"Oh, you know that, too?" Boyok IV sneered.

The fat pope, who was wide on the outside and jealous on the inside, became angry, his fat face flushed, and his fat palm slapped the table hard.

"Rektaran Ramiel! Do you think that even if the 'Demon Domain' breaks out in my territory, you can still be the son of your rich merchant as long as the family of the Salga Empire is located? There's no need to work hard, is there? ”

Rektaran glanced up slightly at the fat pope in his seat, and he immediately lowered his head again and replied sincerely: "Your Majesty, I have no intention of doing so. I am also going home this time for His Holiness to do business. It's just that time is pressing, please forgive me, but I didn't inform His Holiness in time. ”

Boyok IV suddenly calmed down, and he asked lightly, "Really?" ”

"Seriously!" Ryktaran replied in a low voice, and he looked up again at the fat Pope's little eyes, which were very funny because of the fat on his face.

"Danger!" Rektaran shuddered in his heart, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. At this time, if there is a sentence that does not suit the fat man in front of him, he will have to shed his skin if he does not die.

If the fat pope in front of this questioning is really dissatisfied, he no longer wants to be able to realize the big plan in his heart.

"What did you do?"

"I mutilated Freddie Bhat, the loser in the civil war of the Salga Empire, and slaughtered his last bodyguard."

"Oh? Is there any proof of this? Boyok IV smiled softly.

"Your Majesty, please look at this." From behind his waist, Rektaran pulled out a beautiful solid gold seal, the surface of which was engraved with a combination of several weapons. They are two swords and shields, two arrows and axes.

He took a few steps forward, placing the gold seal on the table with both hands.

Boyok IV only glanced down at the golden seal, he looked up at Rektaran again, and said with a smile: "What is this?" ”

Rektaran bent down slightly, retreated to the place where he had just done his half-kneeling salute, continued to half-kneel, and replied, "This is the seal of Freddy Bart, the Grand Prince of the Sarga Empire. It was his father, Emperor Baird Barth, who gave the seal to this son personally. A few years ago, he strangled the bandit group in the southwest of the Salga Empire, and this seal was a token of his order. ”

Boyok IV stretched out two fingers and pinched the gold seal, and looked at it, he seemed a little puzzled: "What do you want this thing for?" This thing has lost its authority since the beginning of the civil war in the Sarga Empire. ”

Rektaran replied very seriously: "Suppose someday in the future, we want to spread rumors that Freddie Bart is not dead." This seal will be a sharp weapon. ”

Bojock IV threw the gold seal on the table and asked, "What is the purpose?" ”

"Troubled country!" Rektaran didn't hesitate.

Boyok IV stared at Ryktaran, who was still with his head down, a little surprised. He stood up, stepped out of his seat, and walked slowly around Rektaran, his small eyes fixed on the half-kneeling man.

"This kid has a dog gut that swallows the sky. However, I really didn't expect that he would admit it directly. Boyok IV thought to himself.

He walked back to the table, stroked the edge of the table, and his chubby fingers clasped the table and lifted it vigorously.

There was a "bang", and all kinds of small objects on the table were scattered on the ground.

Several Punishment Knights rushed in from outside the main hall, and they pointed their guns at Rektaran.

Boyok IV waved his hand and motioned for the knights to stand aside.

"Ramiel, Ramiel! You still don't admit that this is to vent the resentment in your own heart towards Sarga, because of the grievances of your father, you want to take revenge on the Sarga Empire? Short-sighted, stupid! Where have you placed the things I have assigned you? ”

Rektaran took a deep breath, his heart slightly calming, knowing that the most dangerous time was over.

"His Holiness is a little too attentive to some things, and ignores other opportunities to think that I am just venting my grievances? I think it's a bit unfair to me. ”

Boyok IV's chubby ass sat down, and he sat steadily on the table that had turned on its side.

"Hehe, this seat has wronged you? The heretic "target" from the underground will wait until the beginning of February, and the first full moon night of the year will be in action. You also go to the north to do your own thing! ”

"Your Majesty, the 'target' itself is easy to handle, but the 'cracks' on the target's body and the 'Demon Domain' that the 'cracks' may cause are both highly threatening. However, now that we have a plan for how to detonate the bomb in a safe place, we might as well do something else in the interim. After all, opportunities are short-lived, and you have to take advantage of them. ”

Ryktaran paused, and he said, "If the secular hegemony of the Sarga Empire on this continent falls, it will fall into a complete and long-term civil strife. Then such an environment would be the perfect environment for the power of the church to once again prevail over the world. ”

"The dangerous 'bombs' in the territory have to be dealt with, but they may give the secular hegemony a chance to weaken, don't you want it, Your Majesty? The reason for these treatments is that I confess to the Pope that I have a grudge against the Sarga Empire. But isn't the end result good for you, Your Holiness? ”

Boyok IV bent down to pick up the gold seal on the ground and played with it in his hand.

"Ramiel, you're a talker. He is also a young and vigorous gambler, young, it's good. ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for the compliment."

"Seeing the momentum of the decline of the Sarga Empire, and because of the reform methods of your father's generation back then, which offended a large number of interest groups in this secular empire, it is impossible for you to squeeze into the power center of the Sarga Empire. So you have to do everything you can to make the church you want to live in strong and let the secular Sarga empire completely decay. ”

"Yes!"

"When the time comes, we will find a way to use our position in the church to manipulate the internal situation of the Salga Empire."

"That's right." Ryktaran lowered his eyes.

"Young .... Thieves. ”

"I think that's a good description for me." Rektaran shrugged his shoulders.

"The interests are the same, the positions are the same. You will do everything you can to clear out the "bombs" planted inside the church territory this time. Ramiel? ”

"I will not spare my life, I will not fear death. Deal with inherent threats. ”

"Next!" Boyok IV threw the gold seal to Ryktaran. "Be sure to take care of it. If the situation gets a little out of your hands, get back to business. Also, if you want to be promoted in the church system, I don't count it alone. It's good to come up with some achievements that can convince the public, such as being able to eliminate the underground group that threatens the culprit this time. Do you understand? ”

"Understood!" Rektaran didn't hesitate.