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"Lord Eliot, what are these?"

An Jie's puzzled voice sounded in her ears.

Lu Chen wrapped himself in a warm quilt and opened his eyes in a daze.

His personal maid, Angel Grant, stood cross-legged in front of the Divine Messenger's bed, her eyes pointing to the three bulging packages piled up beside his bed.

Obviously, according to An Jie's memory, there were no such packages here last night.

"Oh......" Lu Chen muttered, "These bags are all gifts from the priests, Anjie, don't move around......"

To be honest, he's a little delirious right now.

Last night, he and Yunston had been in the warehouse until six o'clock in the morning, and then they took advantage of the change of guards and slipped back. Because of the urgency of time, Lu Daguan simply asked Yun Ston to move the stolen goods directly to his bedroom, and then quickly climbed into bed to catch up on sleep.

But then again, his bedroom was a good place to hide stolen goods: there were few people in the whole church who dared to trespass into the private room of the Divine Envoy.

An Jie looked at the three packages suspiciously, and finally gave up continuing to ask.

Where did the little girl think that the most precious treasure in the cathedral warehouse is now lying in these inconspicuous packages!

However, An Jie obviously did not intend to spare Lu Chen easily:

"Lord Elliot, you really should get up! it's noon, and it's not good for your health to continue sleeping!"

Grandma, I didn't close my eyes all night last night......

Lu Daguan complained bitterly, but he really couldn't refute the maid: I can't tell her that I went to be a thief last night, right?

So, he had to get up from the bed in a daze, stand by the window, and let An Jie change his clothes.

"Really, Lord Elliot, you don't change into pajamas and sleep again!" An Jie blushed and said with a smile, helping Lu Chen untie his clothes, take off yesterday's casual robe, and bring a brand new black robe from the closet.

- Let this little maid help her change clothes, Lu Daguan's old face is still a little unbearable.

However, it is obvious that this is the daily lifestyle of the nobles: although the Lord of the Divine Envoy is now only wearing underwear, An Jie still helps him get dressed very naturally, and his face is not abnormal at all.

What a luxurious life...... Lu Daguan sighed in his heart.

"Do you still want to go out for a walk today?" the maid helped Lu Chen tie her belt, tilted her head and asked, "Do I need to help you prepare for the morning...... Belch...... Lunch or something?"

Lu Chen's head shook like a rattle.

After a long night's work yesterday, Mr. Eliot's small body was almost overwhelmed, and if he went down to inspect the church again to-day, the Wise Lady Lu would definitely die suddenly on the job.

"Get me something to eat. Lu Chen staggered to the desk and sat down on the chair.

An Jie agreed loudly, opened the door and went out.

Lu Chen leaned softly on the back of his chair and stared at the oil lamp on his desk in a daze: he was so sleepy now that his thoughts began to wander and drift......

Lu Daguan shook his head fiercely.

He can't go on like this!You have to find something to do for yourself, or he'll fall asleep in the middle of the day!

He patted his cheek, casually took a copy of "Imperial Monsters: Illusory Vision" from the shelf next to his desk, tried to concentrate, and lowered his head to read.

"Spirits are dead spirits that remain in the human world...... Often ...... due to improper burial It is recommended to use the holy art "Soul Purification Ceremony" to ......"

Lu Daguan mechanically flipped through the pages of the book, feeling that he had not read anything.

There was a knock on the door.

"An Jie?" Lu Daguan still stared at the page, and replied indistinctly, "Send the food in......

There was no answer outside the door.

Isn't it An Jie? Lu Chen stared at the door blankly for a while, and then said in a loud voice:

"Is that you, Clen—"

"Elliot, it's me, Gregory. A familiar and surprising old voice came through the door.

The sleepiness in Lu Chen's mind dissipated in an instant.

"Ah, it's Your Majesty, please come in!" he replied quickly, arranging his robes, rising from his chair.

There was a "squeak" and the door opened.

The Supreme Pope of the Holy Church, His Majesty Gregory XV, walked in with a smile on his face.

The look of exhaustion on the wrinkled face of the crown seemed to be stronger than a few days ago, but for some reason, the face under the crown always gave people a sense of reassurance—even for Lu Chen.

How did this old thing come about? Lu Chen's brain began to run rapidly-

But there should still be etiquette.

"Welcome. Lu Chen greeted the Pope with a smile, and glanced at the packages next to his bed imperceptibly-

The thick woven cloth was so tightly tied that the Pope certainly could not see what was inside.

This fact made Lu Chen's tense heart relax a little.

"You're welcome, Eliot!," the Pope laughed, "I didn't bother you, did I?"

"I don't have much to do right now. Lu Chen also smiled politely back, and held the door to welcome the Pope in.

However, to Lu Chen's surprise, the Pope did not come alone.

Behind the Pope was a bald middle-aged man with a blank face—this middle-aged man wore the same silver bishop's robe as Cromwell's, but because of his thicker build, the same outfit was much more imposing than Cromwell's.

Benedict. Another cardinal of the Church is also a close confidant of the Pope.

- Lu Chen instantly found the identity of this person from his memory.

After welcoming the Pope into the room, Lu Chen also smiled at Cardinal Benedict to welcome him.

The cardinal pursed his lips and nodded implicitly, as a return gift to the Divine Envoy.

Because there was no table and chair in Elliot's bedroom, Lu Chen asked the Emperor to sit directly on the chair in front of the desk, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

As for Cardinal Benedict, because of his position below them, he naturally stood behind the Pope's back.

Lu Chen squirmed beside the bed, then looked at the Pope's smiling face.

- His Majesty the Pope came to his bedroom in person, and even brought a cardinal, Lu Daguan guessed intuitively that this time there was something important to talk about.

"Your Majesty, why do you have time to come over today?" asked Lu Daguan with a smile on his face.

"I just miss you, stop by and have a look!" said the Pope, laughing.

Lao Tzu believes in your ghost. Lu Chen was disdainful in his heart, but he still had a perfect smirk on his face.

"Elliot, I heard you've been going down there for the past two days?" Seeing that the Divine Envoy didn't mean to speak, the Pope smiled, "How do you feel?"

"How do you feel......" Lu Chen recalled "The Self-cultivation of Actors", and sighed with emotion, "It's not easy for everyone to have a good time recently! The food is limited, the use is not good, and everyone's mood is also very bad......

Under the siege of the Wehrmacht, we have run out of ammunition and food, and life is really difficult. The Pope sighed with emotion, "That's why I proposed to you the day before that we surrender as soon as possible......

Isn't this to the point! Lu Chen smiled secretly in his heart, his eyes were still very serious, staring at the Pope seriously.

"Anyway, the surrender I proposed to you ......" the Pope looked at Lu Chen kindly, "how have you thought about it?"

- So this old thing came here just to get an answer?

Lu Chen snorted secretly, shook his head with an exaggerated expression, and said bitterly:

"I ...... After seeing everyone's situation...... I must admit that your majesty has a point!"

A glimpse of joy crept into the faces of the Pope and Bishop Benedict.

Of course, Lu Chen's heart was also secretly proud-

His "methodist" acting skills are so exquisite, he will definitely be able to fool these two fools!