At three o'clock in the afternoon, His Majesty Pope Gregory XV of the Holy Church found the roaming Divine Envoy Elliot Savile in the backyard of the devastated Central Cathedral.

At that time, this thin black-haired young man was sitting alone in the center of the audience in front of the stage, sipping a cup of black tea by himself. There was no one around, but on the other side of the table in the hand of the Divine Envoy, there was another white porcelain cup with gold lace, filled with black tea, which looked like it had been cold in the cold wind of the New Year.

For some reason, the Pope suddenly realized that this other cup of tea was for himself.

This small thought suddenly made Mian feel palpitations, but he couldn't say why.

"Lord Eliot. The Pope said in a deep voice behind the Divine Envoy.

"Your Majesty. Mistress Elliot Savile replied easily, and did not look back, but put down the teacup in his hand.

The Pope suddenly felt a nameless fire in his heart.

Didn't this young man realize his situation? didn't he know that his speech at the luncheon was not only a complete betrayal of the Holy Church Pope, but even a near-destruction of the good plan of surrender?

- Looking at his laid-back appearance, did this puppet oracle really think that Pope Gregory XV would not do anything to him just by virtue of that nominal and noble title?

The good temperament cultivated over many years of Ecclesiastical life has enabled the Pope to suppress the emotions in his heart. He cleared his throat and raised his voice:

"Lord Eliot, I'm here to talk to you about something. ”

"Or else?" replied the messenger sarcastically, "what else are you here for, do you want to watch the untouched stage with me?"

Elliot still didn't look back, but waved his arm slightly exaggeratedly and pointed to the red curtain on the stage.

The Pope felt his breathing become heavy. He couldn't help but look back at the person behind him.

Alice, the deputy head of the Holy Knights and the chief of the first rank, followed the Pope. The female knight had already taken off her casual clothes for the luncheon and changed into heavy armor draped all over her body, and the two-handed sword "White Oriole" was firmly behind her. The female knight stroked the silver hair from her sideburns with her hand as she gave the Pope a determined look.

The Pope took a deep breath and turned to look back at the envoy Eliot.

Ever since the Wehrmacht began the siege of the Church, the Pope has been accustomed to having a paladin with him: there are many minions of the Council, and God knows if there are Wehrmacht spies in the Church, who are bent on assassinating the Church leader, but as long as there are strong paladins in the presence, the Pope can rest assured of his safety.

But today, the Pope brought Alice to Elliot, not to protect himself.

"Lord Eliot," the Pope said in a deep voice, staring at the back of the oracle, "I don't want to pursue your speech at the luncheon, and I don't intend to change your mind about resisting to the end. But what you've done today is out of line. ”

The oracle's shoulders twitched, and although he couldn't see his expression from behind, the Pope guessed that he was eating and laughing.

"'Out of line'?" said Eliot, the messenger, scoffed, "Why is it that an inspiring speech by an envoy of the church at the New Year's luncheon is also classified as 'out of line'?

"Elliot, I didn't-"

"No, you have. The oracle interrupted the Pope mercilessly, "You know, Your Majesty Gregory, I personally went to see the underground warehouse of the Church - the mountains of grain and bacon are not the same as the scarcity you usually say! ”

The Pope sighed.

"Eliot, is there any difference between a month, four months, or eight months?" said Gregory XV, shaking his head, "being surrounded by the Wehrmacht, no matter how long it lasts, only adds to the laughing stock of the infidels in the Parliament. ”

The Divine Envoy laughed:

"Laughing stock? I thought they were really laughing at the fact that in just four months of siege, they almost surrendered the Holy Church that had lasted for thousands of years!"

The Pope felt the heat welling up his cheeks. He snorted, and suddenly regretted it:

Why do you have to engage in all this verbal dispute with this young man, is it that he, the Pope, is wasting time trying to convince an oracle?

"Eliot, let these useless arguments stop. "I am the Pope of the Holy Church, and you have no right to interfere with my decisions. I spoke with Lord Benedict and Lord Houghton after luncheon, and they both agreed unconditionally to surrender to the Church. ”

"And what about Cromwell? did he agree?" said the Divine Lord, tilting his head.

"Master Cromwell will not be involved in the decision-making process of the church's leadership for the time to come. "I think he would have expected this result when he said those words at luncheon." ”

The oracle was silent for a moment. Just when the Pope thought that the young man had been frightened by the news, Elliot Saville suddenly raised his head and laughed loudly, and his silky black hair hung down from the top of his head.

"Oh my God, my dear crown, you have Cromwell arrested?" the angel laughed breathlessly, "that you, as the crown of the pope, actually controlled a cardinal and seized his decision-making power? ”

The Pope felt a pang of irritability. He snapped:

"You are not in a position to judge my actions. Master Cromwell would stay in his room all the time, and someone would attend to his life, and that's all. ”

"House arrest? The oracle mocked, "What about me, what are you going to do with me, my dear crown?"

"So do you, Elliot. "Your room may be a little small, but I'd be happy to give you a big room, and if Angel Grant is not enough to take care of your life, I'll be happy to give you a few more maids, and you will have enough books and food before the church is officially dissolved, and your quality of life will be the best in the church." But you can't leave your room, you can't see anyone, and you can't get in the way of church decisions—that's how you'll live for the next few days. ”

The oracle seemed to shrug his shoulders.

"Honestly," Elliot chuckled, "that's a good condition by house arrest." ”

The Pope snorted and said, "I'm glad you're satisfied." If you're okay, please now-"

"But I refuse, His Majesty Gregory - but I refuse. ”

The Divine Envoy replied categorically, slowly rising from his chair and looking back at the Pope coldly. In the dark eyes of this black-haired young man, it seemed that the polar ice was buried, which made the well-informed Pope tremble all over for no reason.

"Elliot," the Pope forced himself to look at the oracle, "I don't want to—"

"But I refused. The Divine Envoy interrupted with a sneer.

The Pope sighed and looked at the oracle with a little regret and apology:

"It's unfortunate that you made such a decision. In that case, our Deputy Master of the Order, Miss Alice, will escort you back to your room. ”

The Pope stepped back and winked at Alice.

So, the female knight took two steps forward, pressed her hand to the hilt of her sword, and looked at Lord Elliot with a complicated look in her eyes:

"I'm so sorry. Please don't resist, I will guarantee your safety. ”

But the oracle didn't even look at her. Elliot Savile looked at the Pope mockingly and sneered:

"Yo, I'm here with a paladin. What is this? Forcing the palace by force?"

"Call it whatever you want. "But I have to find a way to make you obedient, don't I?"

"Then the 'solution' you found is quite beautiful. The envoy smiled and glanced at the female knight.

Even though the situation was tense, Alice couldn't help but blush.

"Your Majesty, please come with me now. The silver-haired knight raised her voice, hiding the tremor in her voice, "If you disobey the Crown's orders, I will—"

"What will happen to you, Paladin?" the Divine Envoy glared at Alice, "I am the Divine Envoy of the Holy Church, the only spokesman of the Supreme Holy Spirit in the world!

Elliot Saville's sharp eyes were haughty and inviolable.

Even Alice, who had defeated countless powerful enemies, was confronted with the questioning of the divine envoy who represented the authority of the Holy Spirit, and her heart was spontaneously retreating.

She looked blankly at the oracle, then turned to look at the Pope, her eyes full of confusion.

"Head Alice!" said the Pope beside him, "Remember the rules of the Church, remember whose orders you yourself are to obey!I, Gregory XV, now ask you to escort Lord Elliot Savile to his bedroom!"

The last trace of struggle in Alice's eyes disappeared under the Pope's words.

She bit her red lip lightly, and then bowed her head to the Divine Envoy without hesitation:

"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty, I will sincerely apologize to you in the future, but now please come with me, if you do not obey this order, I will not be able to guarantee your safety!"

The oracle silently watched as Alice drew her weapon from behind.

The two-handed sword "White Oriole" has a long and narrow blade, and its blade is extremely sharp, and its whole body is snow-white from the blade to the hilt, reflecting the brilliant brilliance of holiness in the New Year's sun.

Previously, when Alice introduced the sword to the Divine Envoy, she claimed that it was "not a particularly beautiful weapon", but the female knight was clearly modest at the time - anyone could see that this two-handed sword was one of the best in the world, if not the most top-notch weapon.

The oracle looked at the "White Warbler" with great interest, and smiled at Alice:

"Oh, paladin, what if I don't obey? will you use this sword to cut off my arms, cut off my thighs, or just behead me on the spot?"

"I'll knock you unconscious with its hilt. Alice replied calmly, her eyelashes twitching, "In the Paladin Course, how to stun enemies without causing any actual damage is a compulsory course, and please believe me, I have a good grasp of my strength. ”

"Then you can use a little more force. The oracle laughed, "Growing up, many people said that I had a hard head. ”

The Pope seems to be getting a little impatient. He snapped:

"Enough, Lord Eliot, you'll have plenty of time to practice your quips in the days to come—and I'll be glad to send her to accompany you through your boring hours if you're particularly interested in Captain Alice. Now, since my time is precious, Captain Alice, please hurry up!"

Alice nodded, holding the sword in her right hand and grabbing her left hand directly at the shoulder of the Divine Envoy.

"Boom!"

The Pope only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and the female knight, who had been standing firmly, suddenly fell to the ground. Before the Pope could react to what had happened, suddenly there was a flash of white light, and a sharp blade of Frost Saixue flashed out from a strange angle, stabbing straight at the door under the crown!

Fortunately, the female knight Alice reacted quickly enough - she lay on the ground and threw the "White Warbler" in her hand with all her might, so that she blocked the sword stabbing at the Pope at the last moment!

The Pope was already frightened, and he withdrew a few steps one after another, and only then did he see the situation in front of him clearly-

The angel Elliot Savile remained in place, unmoved, with a cold smile in her dark eyes, and the knightess Alice was struggling to get up from the ground, a deep dent in the armor on her flank, indicating that she had been struck down from the side by a sudden moment.

And where the Pope had stood, a young man with short flaxen hair stood proudly: he was clad in golden chain mail, and in his hand he held a glittering sword that had nearly taken the life of His Majesty.

At the boy's feet, Alice's sword, the White Warbler, was lying on the ground trembling: the Pope could not imagine what he would be in without it.

The sword-wielding boy didn't seem to have any intention of continuing the attack, he raised his head and looked at the Pope firmly, and said loudly:

"Second Class Guards of the Central Cathedral, Alexander, report to you!"

Behind Alexander, the red curtain on the stage was still flickering, and he had just been hiding behind it, and then rushed down the stage to attack Alice and the Pope.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, the Pope took his shocked gaze off Alexander's face and stared at the sneering oracle Elliot Saville.

With the Pope's experience, he instantly guessed who was behind all this-

"You came to me today later than expected, so thanks to Little Brother Alexander, you waited a little longer. Lu Chen looked at the Pope's incredulous expression, and sneered, "There is nothing wrong with that, my dear crown, today is indeed a forced palace, but it is not you who forced my palace, but me, to force your palace!"