In the end, Gonzalez won three consecutive victories with scissors, scissors, and rock, and Rick Villefort won the blessing of the latter "secondary flame blade".

Wu Xin immediately blessed Gonzalez's long sword with arcane arts, and although Villefort was frustrated, he was not wordy, and directly set up the driving preparation for sparring.

But at this time, Alpha's grand and solemn voice suddenly sounded again: "The exchange is complete, confirm the items that need to be taken out and left behind for the last time, and wait for the next reincarnation to open." ”

The golden light covered everyone's eyes, making them lose their vision.

At the last moment when he lost his sight, Wu Xin seemed to see Delia saying goodbye to him.

"God alone." The young priest bowed slightly and chanted praise, and finally disappeared into the light curtain.

When Wu Xin's gaze was restored again, the surrounding environment was no longer a luxurious white jade, but a ruined dormitory.

In his sight, Keane, Giggs, Terry, and a dozen other members of the English group maintained the posture that Wu Xin remembered.

The most conspicuous was naturally Villefort, who was still standing opposite Wu Xin, still holding the money bag copied from him in his hand.

Wu Xin was still beaten and sat on the ground, he licked his mouth, there was no smell of blood, and the injury was indeed healed.

Villefort also moved, and after he regained consciousness, he immediately touched his arms first, and there was a glorious glass touch on his fingers, and the bottles of potion that had just been exchanged were inside, reminding him that the battle just now was not his fantasy.

Then he looked at Wu Xin, just in time to see Wu Xin's calm but determined eyes.

He didn't want to go against Wu Xin anymore, but he didn't plan to return the money bag to Wu Xin in front of so many people, which would damage his "face".

And the most important thing for gang members is "face".

Neither Villefort nor Wu Xin spoke immediately, they were all waiting.

"Ah!!h

A scream came from across the hallway.

Although he was mentally prepared, Villefort's heart suddenly tightened, and that room was the dormitory of the Polish group, which was where Tangral was before entering the world of reincarnation.

Tangral's fate is the result that he and Wu Xin are waiting for.

Wu Xin was about to stand up when he heard the screams, but Giggs and Keane held him down.

"I didn't expect you guys to be in the mood to watch the fun?" Giggs started the show again. "Write to your family at once, and ask them to send you another hundred thalers, or your days on the island of Malta will be worse than death, hehe."

"You're dreaming." Of course, Wu Xin will not be convinced.

"Don't look for trouble." Villefort stopped Keane, who was about to do it, "You all be honest with me. ”

Virfo then rushed to the opposite room in three steps and two steps, and the Polish servants stood by the wall with frightened expressions.

Villefort unceremoniously pushed them away and rushed into the center of the room, the sight sending chills down Villefort's spine.

In the middle of the room lay an unrecognizable corpse, with corroded features and many holes in his clothes.

He could see at a glance that, as described by Wu Xin and Di Liya, Tangral had died on the potion that imitated the "Acid Mist Technique".

Dying in the world of reincarnation is really going to die, and the soul will not be able to return to the body.

But even more fearful than Villefort were the Polish minions.

"Monsieur Villefort, we really don't know what is going on, we are honestly paying our dues, and Monsieur Tangral suddenly falls to the ground, as if he has been splashed with acid."

"We definitely didn't throw acid at him, and we don't have such a thing."

"Believe us, Monsieur de Villefort, and say a few kind words for us in front of Monsieur d'Artagnan."

Although the servants of the Polish group are afraid of Tangral's inexplicable death, there are arcane and gods in this world, and there are always all kinds of strange secret schemes, and the Polish servants just think that they have not seen enough.

Compared to the hurried Villefort and the French Society behind him, it was the more terrifying things.

The fact that a member of the French gang who had come to collect the money had inexplicably died in their room was no small matter.

"You guys who don't know how to live or die, how dare you stand up to the good intentions of the boss of d'Artagnan and destroy the good situation of stability and unity on the island of Malta, no matter who attacked Tangral, we will definitely find him out and let him die an ugly death!"

Villefort, of course, would not testify on behalf of the Poles, because he did not see what happened, and on the other hand, it was not in his interest.

"I don't know their plans to resist, I don't know anything."

"I'm willing to cooperate with the investigation, Mr. Villefort, I'm willing to cooperate with the investigation."

The Poles also don't trust each other completely, and who knows if anyone can't stand the oppression and buys some kind of secret weapon?

Seeing that the situation is not good, they are eager to sell their teammates to save themselves.

"Alright, don't stop me, I'm going to report to Boss d'Artagnan." He once again emerged from the encirclement of the Poles, and there was a death, so soon there would be a formal Hospitaller to deal with it, and he was not fit to stay here.

Instead of leaving immediately, Villefort walked back to the dormitory where the English group was located.

"Monsieur Villefort, I also have friends in the Polish group, and I can help you investigate............." Giggs also knew of Tangral's death, and when he saw Villefort coming, he immediately expressed his loyalty.

However, Villefort walked over and threw the money bag directly to Wu Xin, then leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Compared to everything we have experienced together, this conflict is really not worth mentioning, I hope we can start again." ”

Witnessing the death of his companion made Villefort determined that it was indeed troublesome to lose "face", but it was even more unwise to offend a warlock.

Wu Xin took the money bag and did not respond to Villefort, he glanced at the money bag and found that the silver coin was still there, but the ruby was missing.

'Damn bitch, you should have guided the guards to your room. ’

He was about to have a seizure, when he suddenly felt a heat in his chest, Wu Xin put his hand on his chest, and the gem didn't know when it was set into his flesh!

…….

When Wu Xin and Villefort returned to the island of Malta, Gonzalez once again saw the scene before he entered the world of reincarnation.

The sun shone on his face, creating a scorching heat, and he regained his presence.

In an open square, hundreds of heavily armed young men were waiting to be inspected in a tight formation, and a group of more than a dozen cardinals were slowly walking in a group.

Hundreds of young men were armed with the Church from all over the world, and twenty of them were young men from the Knights Hospitaller.

Gonzalez was one of them, and he was in the Vatican Citadel, along with ten of the most promising Hospitaller trainees, in this parade.

The people who were about to inspect them were the ones who were slowly walking around the dozen cardinals at this time.

He was dressed in a pure white gown that was extremely exquisitely gorgeous, and the half of the skull sewn with gold and purple thread on the gown was lifelike, and the eyes of nearly a thousand people in the entire square converged on his face together with the rays of the sun above his head.

This is an old and calm face, but everyone knows that under this calm, there is incomparable power, and no matter how famous a warrior or a mysterious mage is, he is no match for him.

This is the True Chosen Pope Clement VII, His Majesty Julian di Giuliano de Medici.

The projection of God on earth, the supreme leader of the Roman Church, the shepherd of hundreds of millions of believers, the legendary priest, one of the most powerful and powerful figures in the world.

Before entering the world of reincarnation, Gonzalez watched him slowly walk towards him, and now nothing has changed.

Gonzalez couldn't be sure if everything he had just experienced was true, and if the so-called reincarnation world was just a daydream in his afternoon?

Did the young man who had acquired the talent of a warlock, and the beautiful and tall blonde priestess, really exist?

That French knight apprentice, did Tangral really lose his life, or even his soul, in that battle?

He felt his body again, as if he had really crossed that line and become a "backbone" samurai.

But is it all worth it?

Is it worth risking your life or even your soul to pursue it?

The Gonzalez family is a famous Spanish family, and they are very powerful in the Kingdom of Spain and the Roman Church, and he does not need to take such a big risk at all, he can also become a big man.

Isn't this a good opportunity to get rid of the risk? The most powerful existence in the world, the True Chosen Pope, is in front of him, and as long as he suddenly falls to his knees, he will definitely ask.

Could that Alpha really be able to kill himself in front of the True Chosen Pope?

But the treasures that appeared in the reincarnation world really made Gonzalez intoxicated, although he came from a big family, but after all, he was only a side branch, so he could not inherit the land, he could only seek development in the church, if he just spent his life mediocrely, those treasures of hundreds of thousands of fate points were also out of reach for him.

Should we ask the Chosen Pope for help?

Gonzalez was in the midst of the battle, completely unaware that the True Chosen Pope had come to him, and his mental state had caught the attention of this peerless powerhouse.

Although his distant uncle, a cardinal archbishop, tried desperately to give him a look, he still looked like he was not giving up.

"My child, is there anything bothering you?"

It wasn't until the sound of a morning bell sounded in his ears that Gonzalez realized that he had become the focus of the entire square, and that the majestic figure was in front of him, looking at him with eyes that seemed to contain the stars of time.

His Majesty the Medici, the Chosen Pope, is speaking to him!

Like every devout believer in God would react, Gonzalez fell to one knee.......