When Julian woke up, he found himself lying in a bright bedroom. For the latest free chapters of this book, please visit wèn.

The glow pouring from the glazed tiles on the roof stung his eyes, forcing him to reach out to block the sun, but the pain still meant he was alive.

When his eyes gradually adjusted to the bright light, Julian saw that the glazed tiles on the roof seemed to be carved into a relief in the image of an angel, his body had been wrapped in gauze, and the wound pierced by the dagger did not feel pain, and a warm light magic ability flowed in his body, indicating that someone had cast healing magic on him, so that the skin and flesh near the wound healed quickly.

Julian then looked around, and saw that the decoration of the room, although not luxurious, was mainly silver and white, which looked extremely holy and solemn.

"You've finally woken up. A familiar voice came into Julian's ears, "You idiot, you finally picked up a life but cherished it at all, and you gave up your life for a woman, if I hadn't sent someone to follow you, you would have been lying in a coffin by now." ”

Julian looked away and saw the man in the silver mask, the Pope, standing less than 8 meters from the head of the bed, beside the Pope two knights of the Church armed with spears and wearing the armor of the Papal Guard, and the person who spoke just now was the Pope himself.

"Whoa...... "Julian lunged at the Pope like crazy.

The two knights of the Church immediately stopped in front of the Pope, and two spears, one left and one right, were fired at Julian. In a fit of rage, Julian was infinitely strong, opened his bow left and right with both hands, and grabbed two spears accurately, and the two knights were caught off guard, but Julian pulled him hard and threw himself forward. The two knights immediately dropped their spears and reached for their swords at their waists, but their swords were only half drawn, and Julian flew in front of them, striking both knights in the abdomen at the same time!

"Knock", "knock"...... The armor made of stainless steel was smashed into two large pits by the fists of flesh and blood, and the powerful impact force knocked the two out directly. The flying body of one knight smashed a valuable mural and the wall was shattered, bouncing off the ground and rolling several times until he could no longer get up on his own, while another knight scraped down all the crystal sculptures in his path and hit a stone pillar with a slam on his waist, causing the whole room to shake, and the glazed tiles of the roof cracked, and several pieces of shards flew and fell.

The power of the rage is staggering, but the cost is also dearly. Julian's hands were almost broken, and his two fists were bloody and fleshy, but he still rushed towards the Pope without hesitation!

Just as Julian was about to rush in front of the Pope, a dazzling bright light suddenly exploded in front of him, and Julian was defenseless, and he had to close his eyes under the condition. During his brief loss of sight, he heard a lot of rapid footsteps, and it seemed that more than a dozen people had already run in through the door. The Pope left more than two knights of the legion.

A dozen or so men rushed in, all elite soldiers of the Inquisition, armed with small iron rods, and beat Julian so hard that he resisted, and one after another soldiers were sent flying out by him. But Julian's wound in the abdomen ruptured due to too much exertion, and when he was unarmed and outnumbered, he finally wore down.

The iron rods held by the soldiers were not simple striking weapons, and when they saw that Julian was about to lose their resistance, they decisively twisted the mechanism at the top of the iron rod. A fishing net made of soft metal "shoots" from the end of the iron rod and heads over Julian's head. Julian dodged the first and second nets, but couldn't dodge the third, fourth, and fifth......

Soon, Julian lost the ability to resist, and like a trapped crocodile, he was tightly locked by 6 or 7 nets, unable to move. The unforgiving soldiers picked up their iron rods and rained down on Julian's head and back until Julian was beaten to pieces.

"Stop. ”

No one dared to disobey the Pope's orders, and the soldiers who were still frantically tyrannizing Julian one second stopped attacking the next second and consciously retreated.

"Kill me...... Kill me!" Julie roared at the Pope, ignoring his own danger and serious injuries.

"You don't care about your own life like this, and you deliberately assassinate yourself to achieve your goal of death. The Pope was unfazed by Julian's madness, apparently he had expected such a reaction when Julian woke up.

"Liar, liar,......" Julian's tearful eyes were filled with despair, "like a trick played on William Mano, you have tampered with Frey's memory!"

"No, I didn't tamper with the girl's memory, and she's not worth it. I have told you that due to the lack of mana of the 'Gift of the Holy Spirit', she has lost most of her memories, but has awakened some long-forgotten memories. It was a painful experience before she was three years old, but it had long been forgotten because she was too young and frightened at the time. ”

"You're a liar! My father killed Frey's whole family? Hmph, who would believe such stupidity?"

"Believe it or not, this is a fact that has happened. Don't you think it's ridiculous that you want to marry her without even finding out the details of the other party?"

"It's not true, it's definitely not true......"

"Actually, you know it yourself. It's not that you don't believe it, it's that you don't dare to believe it. The Pope folded his hands and began to tell an old story......

Fifteen years ago, the Rocal Empire and the Snowy Federation were at odds over the ownership of a remote uninhabited island, and as the dispute became more and more intense, it finally turned into a battle between the two countries at sea, and the final result was the defeat of the Rocard Empire due to the haste of preparation. Although that barren, cold uninhabited island has no resources, no land, and no important strategic location, its gains and losses are related to the face of Rocard's ancient empire, so someone must bear the responsibility for the defeat. At this time, Duke Leglis, who was in charge of all the military supplies of the empire, was pushed to the forefront, and a secret letter written by Kasenlov, the head of the Snowy Federation, became ironclad evidence against Duke Leglis's betrayal of the country. Emperor Freio III was furious, Duke Leglis himself was guillotined, and his family was wiped out. But according to the results of the investigation of the Central Church for many years, the truth of the matter was not what it seemed: in fact, the person who colluded with Kasenlov back then was not Duke Leglis, but his political enemy, a high-ranking official in the Rocard Empire, from the territorial dispute on an uninhabited island. The war between the two countries, the defeat of the Rocard Empire, and the discovery of treason by Duke Leglis, were all steps in the plan of the two men, with Kasenlov aiming to seize a family heirloom that had been held by the Leglis family for generations, in return for which the powerful dignitary could get rid of his political enemies.

"I don't need to explain, you also know who the 'high-ranking official who leans towards the government and the opposition' is. The Pope concluded his statement with this last sentence.

"Nope. Why did my father do this? He never resorted to such despicable means. Julian said in a trembling voice. Obviously, even if he was unwilling, now he could only silently accept such a fact.

"It's normal for these things to happen, the world is already full of all kinds of ** and evil, it's just that you put your father in too high a position. "And what you said before, there will be no arrears with the Holy See, how naïve and naïve that kind of words are." ”

"No matter what, I won't ask you any more. Absolutely not!" Julian said in a resolute and unwavering tone.

"Don't talk too much. All right, please let him go. ”

Hearing the Pope's order, the soldiers withdrew the soft metal fishing nets that had entangled Julian one by one.

"Today's matter, I will not pursue it for the time being. If you need time to think about it, you can do it for as long as you want. Someday, you'll come to me on your own initiative. ”

After saying that, the Pope took the soldiers, supported the wounded, and left the messy room.

Julian was the only one left in the empty bedroom, lying on his back on the rubble-strewn floor, and saw the glazed tile roof that he had cracked.

Julian, who calmed down, carefully examined the cracked glass relief and found that the angel on it turned out to be Uriel.

According to the Holy Book, Uriel was a Seraphic who mastered the "judgment of sin". In contrast to the benevolent and gentle images of other angels, Uriel is a ruthless judge who holds a sword of fire in one hand and a spear of thunder and lightning in the other, and uses the flames and divine thunder from heaven to judge and punish the sins of the world.

"That's right. The sins I have committed have not yet been punished, so how can I be so lightly granted. I'm so stupid, haha, hahahaha......" Staring at the relief of the Seraphic Angel Uriel, Julian actually laughed unconsciously.