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The old man in the robes and the scepter in his hand - the Pope. Standing at the top of the stands, he casually glanced over the square, like a lion patrolling his territory, and like a nameless old man looking kindly at his children and grandchildren.

He was baptized by the gaze of all and stood there in silence for a moment.

"Grant...... How's it going?"

Suddenly, he turned his head and asked softly to the bishop behind him.

His voice was not majestic and solemn, but had a detached and intimate taste, like the soft sound of a piece of rotten wood when it quietly shattered.

Behind him, the bishop stepped forward and replied with a blank face: "It's still like that, refusing to eat anything, and wanting to run away at the first opportunity." ”

Hearing this, the Pope smiled and said, "Let him go, and I will persuade him when today's execution is over." One day, he will understand our and his mother's painstaking efforts. ”

The bishop said nothing more, nodding yes.

However, seeing this, the Pope seemed to think of something again, and the whole person turned around, the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes moved slightly, and he looked at the bishop behind him.

His eyes were subtle, as if he were looking at the bishop—at the face that seemed to be sealed in wax and had no emotion.

"For the past eight years, you've been the same. He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "I thought that you would be able to be more humane after dealing with church affairs for so long, but you still haven't changed at all." ”

Hearing this, the bishop raised his head, and his eyes diffused from the deep sockets of his eyes, without sorrow or joy.

"Really...... However, eight years later, His Majesty the Pope has changed much more than imagined. ”

His tone was still indifferent, but the content of his words made the atmosphere a little stiff for a while.

The smile on the Pope's face disappeared. He lowered his head and was silent for a while before he slowly spoke:

"I know you think I'm being too radical these days, and you think I shouldn't be doing it. But can you imagine what the Pope's followers will think of the Pope, who has been inactive for eight years?"

But the bishop looked at the pope and did not speak.

Seeing this, the Pope's eyes seemed to show some dissatisfaction, but it was quickly covered up.

I saw him caress the gorgeous scepter in his hand and whispered: "The first pope, pioneering, the second pope, development, the third pope, prosperity, the fourth pope, the peak, the fifth pope, consolidating the ......."

Speaking of this, he paused deliberately and clenched the scepter in his hand slightly, as if the weight of the scepter had become extremely heavy at that moment, so heavy that he had to use all his strength to be able to hold it.

Then he continued: "If the sixth pope does not reach the top again, it is the beginning of decline." ”

Hearing this, the bishop finally sighed.

"The unexpected fall of His Majesty the Fifth Pope, none of us expected. Succeeding the pope in that situation, maintaining the stability of the whole country, you have done the best you can. He looked at the Pope and said slowly.

Hearing this, the Pope chuckled, and it was like a cold snort, and he couldn't tell whether he agreed or opposed. He didn't say anything more, but turned back, stood on the highest point, and faced the whole square again.

When the bishop saw this, he bowed his head and remained silent, and said no more.

As the two of them talked, the time was approaching noon. In the middle of the square, the paladin had tied "Grant" to the cross with another teenager. A few more paladins came out and began to pile firewood around the cross.

The Pope casually glanced at Grant, who looked dejected, and then looked away, not looking further.

Instead, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the sky.

In the blue sky, there were only a few clouds floating, and the sunlight was shining directly on the ground, which was somewhat dazzling.

He frowned imperceptibly, as if thinking about something.

But he didn't think about the results.

It wasn't long before the bishop stepped forward again and interrupted his thoughts.

"Your Majesty, the time has come and you can begin. He said in the Pope's ear.

When the Pope heard this, he came back to his senses and nodded.

He glanced down at the square, where the area around the cross had been emptied, and there was no one but two prisoners and a pile of firewood. So, he stretched out his hand, and without knowing what incantation he uttered, a small ball of golden flame took shape in his hand.

With a slight wave of his hand, flames flew out of his palm, like a light feather, slowly drifting towards the cross in the center of the square.

The eyes of everyone present were also immediately attracted by the starlight flame.

However, the Pope did not care. After doing all this, he turned around, stepped out of the stands, and left the place, as if he had lost the slightest interest in what was to come.

The bishop remained in the stands, looking at the back of the Pope leaving, and suddenly, imperceptibly, frowned.

In this way, the Pope had just left the stands with his front foot, and on his back foot, the golden flame fell on the firewood pile around the cross.

In an instant, as if a little spark had fallen on gasoline on the ground, the pyre ignited a fire, enveloping the cross and the two people tied to it.

There was one exclamation after another from the crowd.

"Good...... It's amazing, Brother Parker, is this the Pope's magic magic?"

On the side of the square, the knights who maintained order lined up, looking at this scene, they all showed shocked expressions. A knight sighed at the previous knight, Parker.

"Yes, magic, incredible power. Parker's eyes reflected the burning flames as he muttered, "In this world, the only thing that can compete with magic is magic." ”

"What are you talking about, how can magic compete with divine magic. Suddenly, another knight spoke up, "It's not like I haven't fought with mages, how can they stop such a powerful magic from the Pope?"

Hearing this, Parker let out a cold snort, shook his head, and did not speak.

Ignorant imps.

The current knights have never seen what a real mage is like, and they think that they have defeated a few apprentices, and their noses are cocked to the sky.

Real Magic...... Not what they could imagine.

Thinking of this, Parker couldn't help but take a deep breath, put some not-so-good memories back into the depths of his memory, and refocused his gaze on the flames that rose into the sky in the center of the square.

- and two men in the flames.

In his eyes, one of the men tied to the cross already showed a panicked look and kept struggling. However, the other man, "Grant Reese", was still with his head bowed, his eyes half-open, and motionless. It was as if he had lost his soul, just a puppet that no one could control.

Parker couldn't help but frown.

If you want to say that before, this genius was depressed because he was discouraged, then he can understand it. But in such a flame, his life is at stake, but he still has no expression at all, which is a bit weird.

Even if it was instinctive, and being smoked by it, this person would have to show a little uncomfortable expression, right?

How can anyone react at all in the fire?

I don't know why, Parker just looked at him like this, and suddenly there was a strange feeling in his heart.

He...... Is it really a real person?

Just as his brows were furrowed and he was puzzled, suddenly, he noticed the empty shell-like "Grant" in the flames, and his lowered palm moved slightly.

As if he was being pulled by some strange magic, at that moment, for some reason, Parker's heart seemed to move.

He held his breath for a moment.

I saw that the young man who was still staring down just now raised his head like a puppet that had suddenly been twisted by clockwork. The gray eyes of the glass beads also turned, and they were filled with spiritual light in an instant—the whole process of transformation was so miraculous, as if God had created a human body, and then, with a touch of his forehead, gave it a soul.

"Grant" in the flames, as if at that moment, the whole person came to life.

Evil, evil......

Parker watched from a distance, and suddenly felt like he couldn't breathe.

It was obviously just a lost soul man who raised his head, but in Parker's eyes, he looked extremely shocked.

This man...... What the hell is going on with this man?

The young man in the flames, as if suddenly possessed magnetic power, Parker couldn't take his eyes off it at all, and beads of sweat slipped down his forehead. All he could do was wide-eyed, his mind blank, staring at the blonde boy.

Then Parker saw the boy raise his eyes calmly and look at the sky.

Sky......

In a trance, he also followed the young man's gaze and looked towards the sky.

So, in this seemingly low-looking "sky", he saw his sweaty, unfocused, and panicked reflection.