"Honestly...... It's like a prison visit. ”

In the underground secret passage of the Papal Palace, in front of the portal leading to the Archangel, a transparent white light film was erected, and the entire Archangel was shrouded in this holy light place, which was completely integrated, and it was not allowed to enter or exit.

But...... You can pass things inside.

So in front of the cell door, Sigma crouched on the ground, took out a large amount of meat and snacks from the spatial ring, and handed it over with a delicate face—his hand passed through this transparent film of light, unhindered.

Squatting on the side of the cell door was an old man in a papal robe, the gorgeous triple crown had long been thrown away, revealing a flowing and silky white hair, Sigma stared at the pope's head a few times: "Why aren't you bald?" ”

“…… Holy Light is good at conditioning the body and strengthening functions, which is the potential to explore from the inside out, if it weren't for the fact that I think the gray hair is more handsome, the hair at this time is still black and shiny. The Pope wiped his mouth, threw aside the finished macaroni plate, picked up a puff and threw it in his mouth, "You, don't believe the druids, what hair growth potions, what anti-shedding, what herbs are added, that's all lies, their hair looks healthy, most of them are jungle entanglement spells practiced, and they come up to their bald top, and with a bang, they grow out, most of them are the roots and stems of some plants, but they lie that it is hair, but in fact, there is no hair at all, Then it is said that it is the effect of herbal hair growth agents......"

Sigma looked at him and suddenly said, "I think it's better to replace that onomatopoeia with 'duang'......"

“duang？” The old man swallowed the puff in his mouth and wondered, "Who makes that sound in their hair?" ”

The necromancer looked at him from afar and said, "The father of the underworld wurm seems to be such a ...... with long hair."

"Who's that...... Forget it. The Pope shook his head, "Who did you learn from that nonsense you kid...... All of a sudden, I was taken away by you. ”

He picked up another large rib, took a hard bite, picked up a bottle of rum in his left hand, took two sips, let out a satisfied sigh, and then suddenly had an urge to burst into tears: "...... I always feel that I used to eat pig food, Sigma, remember to bring me food tomorrow......"

After sighing with emotion, His Majesty the Pope began to whirl again, looking at his appearance of tearing and chewing, looking at his posture of squatting on the ground, it really has a huge sense of incongruity with this gorgeous papal robe - the key is that the hem of this robe is too long, if it is rolled up and two big hairy legs are exposed, the painting style is right.

As soon as Sigma had such a thought, the Pope muttered, "...... Don't stain your robe. ”

After speaking, he rolled up the hem of the holy robe and wrapped it around his waist, and felt uncomfortable, so he rolled up his trousers, revealing two flowing hairy legs, smacked his mouth, and nodded contentedly: "This is much more comfortable......

The corners of Sigma's eyes twitched: "...... Why don't you just take off your robe? ”

Hearing this, the Holy See gasped, clasped his hands on his chest, leaned back, and his eyes showed infinite horror, like a little girl who had been attacked on the chest, and said in shock: "You...... What do you want? ”

The necromancer stood up with a blank face and turned around: "I'm leaving." ”

“…… I was wrong! Your Highness Sigmar! Stay, stay! The Pope slapped the film of light in front of him, and Sigma's hand could pass through the field at will, but to the Pope, this thin film of light was like a moat.

Sigma shook her head and crouched back down, looking at the Pope as he continued to feast and drink.

The two of them squatted in and out of the door like this, with a layer of holy light force field in the middle, inside was the hatch of the Archangel, and outside was the secret passage under the Papal Palace...... Whatever the motives, whatever the grievances and reasons, the Holy See was trapped here by his best friends and most loyal subordinates, and the Clement and the big red cloaks who were here that day, some were the executors, some were subservients, some were bystanders—they might have been condemned in their hearts for their choices and decisions, but it was probably the Holy See that was eating and drinking in front of them that hurt the most.

What sadds him the most is not the behavior of his friends, not the compromise of the big red clothes, it should be himself...... He did not act as the Pope well, so that the Holy See was threatened by the Temple and had nothing to do, so that his friends did not hesitate to carry out a coup d'état to protect him, so that while the clergy fought to protect the Holy See, he could only be a prisoner on the Archangel number......

The saddest, most anxious, and most painful person should be the old man of the Pope......

As the necromancer's thoughts flickered, the Holy See seemed to be aware of it, and a piece of lettuce from his mouth was chewed into his mouth at a rapid speed, and he asked vaguely, "What are you thinking?" ”

Sigma looked at His Majesty the Pope, who was eating happily, and said indifferently: "I just think, the two of us squatting on the ground, staring at each other, really look like two people squatting on both sides of the toilet in that kind of public toilet, don't you say, it's really like - the only thing that is a little out of harmony is that your mouth is chewing so happily in the Holy See, I don't know what you're eating......"

His Majesty's old face became as green as lettuce at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the food in his mouth was not chewed or spit...... His eyes became unusually sad and angry, and he looked at Sigmar, full of condemnation and accusation.

The Holy See seemed to have made a great deal of determination, and with great perseverance, he forcibly swallowed the food in his mouth, and at the moment when Sigma was about to speak, he shouted in a voice that broke through the sky: "Please stop talking! Stop it! A little respect...... No, have mercy on me! I'm locked up here, so lonely and sad, the only pleasure is to eat some delicious food you brought, don't even deprive yourself of this only pleasure! ”

Sigma laughed innocently, and the smile made the Pope shiver slightly.

"I ...... Let's get down to business! Get down to business! The Holy See exclaimed, "I am the Pope!" Leader of the Clergy, spiritual father of the land! Even if there is a little misunderstanding now, and I am locked up here, I am still the Pope, so I have the right and the duty to know what is happening! So, I'm very concerned about what happened in the Inquisition today, Sigma, can you tell me more details? ”

"Oh?" Sigma sneered, "If I remember correctly, I told you about this when I first came twenty minutes ago, and it turned out to be only a rough explanation, and you just sat on the ground and kicked your legs like a little brat, and said in a tantrum and said, 'Anyway, it's the bastard of Clement who is acting for the Pope now, since he dares to do this, he can deal with the mess himself, I don't care that I've been hollowed out, I'm a loser in the political struggle, give me something to eat'......"

"It's definitely your auditory hallucination, Sigma!" The Holy See said with a shy old face, "How could I be so irresponsible! ”

The necromancer sneered, "What do you think of the Holy See?" ”

"Actually...... Clement did a great job. The Pope sighed softly, "At the beginning of the bombing, when a new round of rumors arose in Cloudsdale, he did not blindly conceal the news or blindly suppress the blockade, but chose to respond to them in a dignified manner, using the methods of public opinion warfare in the Temple to fight back against them...... It's very decisive, it's like just discovering a thorny problem, and immediately giving a perfect answer, I don't know if I can make such a wonderful and flawless decision in a short period of time in such a time of crisis......"

The Pope seemed to be simply exclaiming, but when Sigma heard it, a look of contemplation flashed across his face.

"But Crément should be reminded of something......" The necromancer only thought for a few seconds before the Pope changed his words and his voice was solemn, "This incident in the Iron Prison of Thorns is obviously the response of the inner ghost. According to you, after the arrest of the bomber, the temple seems to have started the next plan, the temple hidden in the Iron Prison of Thorns spies secretly began to arrange explosives, the murderer was escorted to the Iron Prison of Thorns for a period of torture, pretending not to survive the torture, his words were a little loose, it happened that Clement, who was already impatient at that time, was ready to interrogate in person, and just received a message that the other party was ready to confide in the truth, so that the excited and relaxed Clement would rush into the Iron Prison of Thorns, Just fall into the hands of the temple - the iron prison of thorns is closed, the murderer blew himself up and died, before he died, he triggered all the special explosives arranged by the spies, blasted open the cages of some low-level dark creatures, and caused chaos, and then a temple spy carried a large number of magical items to the core area, lured the most powerful dark creatures to recover their strength, break out of the cage, and then desperately besiege and kill Clement......"

Speaking of this, a trace of horror and happiness flashed in the Holy See's eyes, and he looked at Sigma and said slowly: "Thanks to you, otherwise no one would have been able to suppress those old monsters......"

Sigma's smile was very innocent.

But the Pope only made a few hasty remarks, and his focus was not on this, so it did not occur to Sigma that not only suppressed the old monsters, but also circled them for a long time, and then crushed all the arrogance and luck of these guys, and finally succeeded in convincing them to serve him - a very good dark chess game.

His brows furrowed, the Holy See's expression became extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "This plan is very ingenious, if it weren't for your unexpected variable, maybe it would have succeeded by now - Honorius is out, I am trapped in the Archangel, if something goes wrong with Clement, then the Holy See's chain of command will fall into chaos, and the consequences will be unimaginable." In this case, countless ferocious dark creatures rushed out of the Iron Prison of Thorns and went on a killing spree, and the Holy See ......"

He looked scared, and after sighing twice, he pointed to the core: "Remember what I just said?" Although this plan is ingenious, there is a prerequisite, that is, there must be a spies of the Temple in the Iron Prison of Thorns, and there is definitely more than one, otherwise it is impossible to calmly arrange the explosives and plan such a plan......"

As he spoke, the Holy See smiled bitterly: "We have known for a long time that there are spies from the Temple lurking in the Holy See, but this is only known to this small group of the Council of Cardinals, and the vast majority of the clergy do not know about it. However, what happened today put this matter on the table and in front of everyone. ”

"At least the Blackfriars in the Iron Prison of Thorns...... They are not stupid, they should be able to guess that the reason why the temple was able to do such a great thing must have been solved by spies, and besides, the high-ranking paladin you captured can already explain a lot. "Then they will realize that there may be traitors hidden among their close comrades-in-arms and parishioners, and they will have to start to doubt each other, and suspicion and self-danger will arise......

And the news was unstoppable, because the temple conspiracy had only just begun...... Sooner or later, the entire Cloudsdale will know that the organization that threatens us is called the Temple, and that their spies are hidden in our glorious ranks of the Priesthood......" The Holy See looked at Sigma and smiled bitterly again, "Do you understand what this means for the priests? The friendship that can be entrusted with life will deteriorate, and the seeds of suspicion will be planted once ......"

Sigma was also in shock.

He was not a clergyman, nor a pope, after all, and he did not think of this vital link, and he did not think of it, and Clement did not seem to think of it, only the Holy See, with his decades of vision and experience, saw the crux of the problem at a glance.

The necromancer took a deep breath and said calmly, "Holy See, do you have any good ideas?" ”

"In a hurry, what is the best way? There's only one way I can think of. The Pope's expression became very strange, as if he couldn't bear it, as if he was struggling, and finally he sighed dejectedly and waved his hand, "You don't have to ask me, just tell Clement the key to the problem I pointed out, my solution is his way, if you say so, he will definitely be able to think of it......"

"This ......" Sigma seemed to have an understanding, he looked at the somewhat depressed Pope, and wanted to persuade something, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only nod slightly, "I will sue him...... When Clement came out of the trap and sent me out of the Iron Prison of Thorns, the anger in his eyes could burn the entire Inquisition, and he must have been torturing the captive by any means necessary. Holy See ...... I can understand your thoughts a little, maybe both of you have the talent and quality to be a pope, but I still think you are more likable to be a pope than him. ”

He gestured to the old man, who was still crouching on the ground.

There is food waste scattered all over the floor, a wine bottle in his left hand, a rib in his right hand, a hairy leg exposed, and a little minced meat at the corner of his mouth.

I always feel that the Pope should be like this. R1152