When Elos reported to Des Hepburn, Alan was not idle, since he couldn't run now, he simply took a risk. The magic crystal's imperfections are irreparable, and it is no longer possible to fulfill the previous assassination function, but it is not useless. As long as he readjusts the magic array, he can turn it into another killing weapon, but it is extremely risky to use, but fortunately, he has also prepared a protective artifact.

Alan immediately found a few stones about the same size as the magic crystal, and forged them into magic crystals and put them on the previous magic array disk, and the real magic crystal was made into a new magic circle by Allen, the whole process took Allen a whole day, and when the adjustment of the magic array was completed, it was only a day before the forty-second birthday of Des Hepburn.

On that day, Alan didn't go anywhere, he knew that he couldn't go anywhere, and there were a few idlers dangling in the courtyard, glancing at the room where he lived from time to time, and they were all watching him.

By the next morning, Farston's greatest mass had been held, and the outer and inner cities had become a sea of people. Wearing a crown, a religious robe, and a scepter, Dis Hepburn stood solemnly on the walls of the inner city to greet all the believers in the inner and outer cities.

"May the splendor of God be with you!"

"Long live the God of Light, long live the Pope!"

The waves of voices set off by hundreds of thousands of believers poured out mountains and seas, filling the heavens and the earth, as if there was only one voice in the heavens and the earth, and in the whole world.

After the Mass, a huge procession was held in the square of light, and from the city walls, Des Hepburn got into the carriage, and on the carriage he waved to the faithful passing by. The parade was followed by a choir, in which the faithful, led by the pastor, formed different teams to express the same message with different singing voices, thanking God and, more importantly, the Pope.

Even after a few miles away, the slogans of the believers and the magnificent singing of the choir still echoed in Allen's ears for a long time, and if it were not for Allen's early understanding of the essence of the Holy See, he might really be baptized by this atmosphere at this moment, and worship in front of the Holy See of Light represented by Des Hepburn.

At noon, there was already a ritual to guide Alan to the Papal Palace, accompanied by a dependency, although Alan did not know the strength of the honor guard, but he had no doubt that if he wanted to run, this dependence would immediately become a pursuit party.

There was already a long queue at the gate of the Papal Palace, and when it was Allen's turn, he first presented a thick gift list, and then followed the ceremony with a special gift for Des Hepburn.

Walking in the middle of a group of people, through the long marble paved corridor, a magnificent structure finally appeared in front of it, with a circular dome with a spire above the building, which looked very similar to the pattern of the Holy Crown on the Oracle Banner.

This is the Papal Palace, the residence of the supreme ruler of the Holy See.

In front of Allen, there was already a long line of people to congratulate Des Hepburn on his birthday, each holding a special gift in his hand.

Dece Hepburn was at the head of the line, smiling at the crowd, holding a twig in his hand, and everyone who walked in front of him would dip it in a small pool of water beside him, and then pour two drops on people's heads. This is the baptism of the Holy See, which washes away all filth and sin from a person. There were several people standing beside him, whom Alan knew almost all, the nearest being the Templar Thompson, and slightly behind him was Cardinal Garcia.

"Duke of Cili, Baker greets His Majesty the Pope. ”

Finally it was Alan's turn, and his heart, which had been up and down, suddenly became calm.

"No need to be polite!"

Alan felt a few drops of water fall on his head, followed by the heavy voice of Des Hepburn in his ears.

"This is a muller wine from my hometown, which I brought to honor Your Majesty. ”

Alan lowered his head and held the tray in his hand aloft, and in the center of the tray inlaid with colored stones was a flask.

"Thank you, Lord Baker, for your kindness. You also know that as a servant of God, you can't drink too much, and I've drunk a dozen glasses of wine today, and it's really impossible to drink anymore. ”

Although Des Hepburn's face was not red and his voice was not trembling, he still made a look of instrength and excused himself.

"Everything is according to your wishes, Your Majesty. ”

Alan still wanted to put away the tray, but two people next to him had already taken the tray from him.

"Sir Baker, doesn't your accent sound like a Sili?"

Although he was not interested in the wine that Allen served, Tis Hepburn was a little curious about Allen's accent.

"In the next few years, I have been traveling in the north of the mainland, so it is inevitable that I will have some northern accents when I speak. ”

"Oh, I have been in the south all my life, and I have never been to the north, but I have always been full of yearning for the northern continent, because it is also a land that the gods have always loved, and there are thousands of God's people living on it, and as long as these people do not bathe in the divine grace for a day, I will not be at peace as a servant of God. Since Your Excellency has been in the north for many years, tell me what you have seen and heard in the north. ”

After Des Hepburn finished speaking, he gave a look to the people around him, and then walked back first, regardless of whether Alan wanted it or not, several servants stepped forward and surrounded Alan and followed Des Hepburn, and left the hall together and went to the second floor.

"Lord Baker, you may be seated. ”

When he arrived at a bookstore, Dece Hepburn sat down in a chair and then invited Alan to sit next to him.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Alan was not polite.

"What do you want to hear?"

After Allen sat down, Tees Hepburn did not speak, but just looked at Allen with a smile, his eyes were full, as if Allen was a work of art full of archaeological value. Alan was so unnatural by him that he could only break the silence first.

"I would like to ask your Excellency whether you have heard of a magician named Alan Kanter during your travels in the North?"

"I've heard of it. ”

"Tell me what kind of man he is. ”

"He's a very ordinary person. ”

"Ordinary? This is not quite what I know, Alan Kanter is not only unparalleled in magic, but also quite successful in business, but also has a political appeal, and even has to intervene in faith, you look at his book, it actually says that the world is ruled by magic, not God, isn't it stupid?"

Des Hepburn casually threw a book in front of Allen, he glanced at the cover of the book, it was the book "Principles of Magic" written by himself, but he didn't expect that even Des Hepburn got a copy.