Messenger Eliot Savile straightened his short black robes, and then solemnly knocked on the door of Cardinal Benedict's house.

The sound of dull footsteps came from the other side of the wooden door. The door opened, revealing the face of a young man.

"This is Lord Benedict's squire, Rommel. Cromwell reminded Lu Chen in a low voice.

Yo, that's a good name, Desert Fox? Lu Chen glanced at the young attendant with neatly combed hair and freckles on his face, and nodded politely.

The attendant Rommel saw Lu Daguan and was obviously stunned for a moment.

Lu Chen also guessed that in the cognition of the other party and Lord Benedict, his divine envoy should have been placed under house arrest by the Pope a long time ago...... As a result, Lu Daguan appeared generously in front of the cardinal's door, and Rommel couldn't help but doubt life.

"May I ask if Master Benedict is here? I want to talk to him. Lu Chen smiled restrainedly.

"In—but......" Rommel looked at the oracle, then turned his gaze to Alice, Cromwell, the paladins, and the guards who were following him.

Seeing the murder weapon carried by this group of armed men, the young squire's expression changed significantly.

"That's good, we won't lose too much time. Lu Chen nodded and glanced behind him.

So, the guard Alexander resolutely took two steps forward, pushed away the stunned Rommel, and took the lead in breaking into Master Benedict's room; Lu Chen waved his hand and led the rest of the people to follow Alexander, leaving Rommel in place with an incredulous face.

Mr. Benedict's room was completely different from the décor of Eliot's bedroom: Eliot's room was in a magnificent Baroque style, with a graceful elegance in the clutter, and it looked like the bedroom of a noble young master, except for the pit full of miscellaneous books, it looked like the bedroom of a noble young master, while Mr. Benedict's bedroom was completely poor in the ascetic style, the walls were clean, and although the room was not small, it only had a single bed. A set of tables and chairs, plus three mahogany cabinets, looks empty overall.

Cardinal Benedict sat at his desk, turned his head from his chair, and stared in amazement at the group of people who had stormed into his room—like the squire Rommel, the lively envoy Lord Eliot, and Cromwell, who was obviously under house arrest, had obviously caused a great shock to the cardinal.

"Long time no see, dear Lord Benedict!" Lu Chen looked at the cardinal's bald head and bowed with a grin.

Benedict stared blankly at the oracle and Cromwell, apparently his mind hadn't reacted yet.

"Lord Benedict, should you welcome the visit of the Divine Envoy himself?" Cromwell, who was on the side, cleared his throat and said with a pretentious help.

Cromwell's words clearly reminded Benedict. The bald bishop didn't bother to dwell on how Cromwell had escaped, and in a panic he got up from his chair and bowed to the Divine Envoy in return.

"Lord Cromwell...... Head Alice ...... After the salute, Benedict stood up, his eyes rolling on the faces of the other cardinal and the deputy head of the Knights, "May I ask you to come here today, are you looking for me?"

It is clear that Benedict still thinks in his mind that the oracle is just a fictitious office with no real power, and with this backward concept, he subconsciously regards the cardinal and the knight chief as the protagonists of this visit, and leaves the messenger Eliot alone.

This miscalculation is clearly a serious political problem. Cromwell and Alice were both silent, and they didn't dare to answer a word.

"Oh, Lord Benedict, I have come to visit because I have something to look for you. Lu Chen said with a smile.

Despite the amiable smile of the divine envoy, Cromwell, Alice, and the guards behind them all felt that there was some kind of sharp weapon hidden behind the smile.

"You...... Looking for me?" said Benedict dumbfounded.

"yes, I'm here to talk to you about something. Lu Chen nodded, "Let's come...... Friendly negotiations. ”

Benedict blinked, apparently unaware of the seriousness of the problem.

"Did His Majesty the Pope ask you to come?" asked the bald cardinal, like a goose.

For Benedict, the freedom of Cromwell, who was under house arrest, and the fact that Eliot, who should have been under house arrest, are still free can explain all this...... Only the order of the Pope's crown.

Did they finally give in to the Pope and let them out magnanimously?

- Master Benedict still has such speculation in his mind.

"No, it wasn't the Pope who asked us to come. In fact, His Holiness the Pope has temporarily entrusted me with the administration of the Church. Lu Chen showed a smile that had succeeded in his treacherous scheme, "So, this is my personal behavior." ”

Benedict was stunned for a long time before he realized what the Divine Envoy had said.

"Entrusted, entrusted to you, the church?" exclaimed the cardinal, his body shaking, "how is this possible!"

"Unfortunately, this is the decision of His Majesty. Lu Chen laughed, "If you don't know this, I'm afraid it can only mean that His Majesty didn't tell you all his plans, right?"

Benedict gasped for breath, paused for a moment, and suddenly glared and shouted:

"No! How could His Majesty hand over power to a stupid puppet!"

A cold light like a blade flashed in Lu Chen's eyes. He narrowed his eyes and sneered:

"Unfortunately, that's the way it is. You haven't seen the Pope's crown since yesterday afternoon, because His Majesty has been too tired lately, so after entrusting me with the Church, he went back to rest......"

Benedict stared blankly at the oracle, then at Cromwell and Alice behind him, the two high-ranking men with obvious pity in their eyes. Finally, he turned his gaze to the guards and paladins blocking the doorway to the room.

This group of heavily armed warriors finally made the cardinal realize something.

"You...... What the hell are you going to do with the crown!" Benedict yelled at Lu Chen's nose.

"As I said, His Majesty is resting. Lu Chen raised his face indifferently.

"Where is he resting?" Benedict screamed, "I want to see him!"

"It's a pity," Lu Chen snorted coldly, "the Pope refused to meet the guests. ”

"You're the one who controls the Pope's crown, aren't you! You—you're a rebellion!" Benedict roared angrily, "You! Cromwell, you traitors to the Pope! and—and the damned Alice Norma! Aren't you the head of the Holy Knights, why would you help these rebels in turn!"

Alice looked at the cardinal and shook her head silently, Cromwell snorted lowly, and Lu Chen sneered and hugged his arms.

"Watch your words, Cardinal!" Lu Chen snapped, "Are you trying to frame a theocratic spokesman?

"You, you liar, robber!" Benedict, who was furious, took two steps forward and reached out to grab Lu Chen's collar—

"Brush!" "Brush!"

The two blades of the sword flashed from the left and right sides of the oracle, and pointed straight at the cardinal's chest, preventing the Benedict from moving forward.

"Stand down!" exclaimed Alexander, "Are you trying to hurt the Divine Envoy?"

Benedict stared at the blade in front of him and froze in place, sweat oozing from his bare forehead.

The divine messenger Elliot sneered and pulled the dagger from his belt and pressed the back of the knife against the cardinal's throat:

"Lord Benedict, as I said, we're here to negotiate amicably, and negotiation is a prerequisite for friendship — if you don't have the will to negotiate, then we don't need to be friendly, right?"