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St. Peter's Basilica, in a lounge deep in the corridor.

The Pope and the Bishop stood together in this room, looking down at a knight lying on the bed.

In the entire lounge, there was no one else. The knight on the bed was flushed, his eyes were closed, and his hands and feet were twitching from time to time, and he looked terminally ill.

Apparently, he was also infected with the "plague" that was raging in the royal capital.

"Plague, who is this rumor?" Suddenly, the Pope snorted in displeasure and said, "Isn't it just trying to force us to lift the ban? ”

The bishop lowered his head, stared at the unconscious knight, and was silent for a moment before he slowly spoke:

"This form of curse is very special, and unless His Majesty the Pope makes a move, it is difficult to lift it if it is someone else. Now there are at least 30,000 people in the entire royal capital, and we can't deal with it. ”

Even the bishop's poker face inevitably showed a slightly stern look when he said this.

Hearing this, the Pope turned his head.

"Do you think the curse was cast by that kid of the Rieser family?"

The bishop shook his head and said, "Benjamin Reese, this man is very strange. I once bypassed the eyes and ears of the nobleman and extracted his memories many times. However, his memory has always been clean, and there is no sign of him becoming a mage. Therefore, even if he had some abnormal behavior during this time, I didn't care. ”

Suddenly, the Pope's two gray eyebrows furrowed together.

"Memories never lie. He muttered to himself, "The artifact left to us by His Majesty the First Pope will never fail unless the Holy Spirit descends." ”

"Yes. The bishop nodded and replied.

The Pope fell silent, the bishop did not speak, and the conversation was deadlocked, as if they were feeling a little incomprehensible about what had happened to Benjamin.

For a moment, the only sound that came out of the room was the knight who was sick in bed, and the occasional murmur of pain came from his mouth.

Half a day.

"What clues are there in the investigation of the Reeser family?" seemed to hit a wall in the previous question, and the Pope suddenly spoke, and the conversation changed sharply, and asked.

"Very little. The Bishop shook his head again, his calm expression looking a little helpless, "We searched his room for something magic-related, but everything pointed to an entry-level mage. The huge water balloon of the day, and the curse at the moment, we didn't find any clues about it. ”

"And what about their memories?" the Pope immediately asked.

"As a matter of agreement, we have only extracted the memories of all our servants. "Although nothing has been achieved, there are indications that his personality has changed slightly before and after his abduction." ”

Hearing this, the Pope let out a sneer, as if he had heard something ridiculous and contemptuous.

Therefore, he did not care about the details of Benjamin's personality change in the bishop's words, but expressed considerable dissatisfaction with the agreement that the church could not extract the memories of the nobles.

"Agreed......" His voice became low and gloomy, and even a slight hint of anger could be heard from it, "When this happens, do we need to continue to treat the Reese family as noble......s?

"His Majesty the Pope. The bishop interrupted him with a sudden voice, "Don't forget Grant. ”

“......”

As soon as these words came out, the Pope's anger was like a ball with a hole in it, and it dissipated cleanly in the blink of an eye.

He sighed, shook his head, and said no more, but narrowed his eyes and looked at the frescoes in the room, the image of God depicted by the world, surrounded by holy light.

"Grant ......"

He spoke in a long tone with a complicated expression.

The bishop also looked at the fresco and said, "God wills so." ”

The Pope nodded and repeated, "God wills so." ”

The two looked at the god in the mural and were silent, as if it was time to pray. They just kept their mouths shut, perhaps reciting passages from the Bible in their hearts, and each prayed for something very different.

I don't know how long it took......

The Pope sighed again, breaking the sacred, gloomy silence in the lounge. His brow furrowed again, revealing a solemn expression.

Then, he turned to look at the knight, who was lying unconscious on the bed.

"This form of curse reminds me of a person. The Pope said.

The bishop seems to understand who the Pope is talking about. However, he expressed a different opinion.

"How many years ago, Your Majesty, you don't need to be so obsessed with it anymore. That man was long dead. Even if someone else receives the inheritance, it is not possible to replicate the state of affairs of the past. As if he were recounting an established fact, he said slowly, "Benjamin Reese, the mage who transcends all knowledge, is what deserves more attention at the moment. ”

Hearing this, the Pope turned his head, looked at the bishop very solemnly, and asked, "So, do you think that kid got the inheritance and cast this curse?"

"It doesn't matter. Instead of answering the question, the bishop reminded, "Whoever casts the curse, he has succeeded." Everyone was eager to escape from the royal capital, and the gates of Haven Lite could no longer be closed. ”

Hearing this, the Pope couldn't help but take a deep breath, as if there was an extremely difficult problem in front of him, and only he could make a decision to solve it.

"We can't let him leave the royal capital, he's too special. Slowly but firmly, the Pope said, "Even if the power of the whole Church is mobilized and a small sacrifice is made." ”

"Yes. The bishop nodded.

The Pope lowered his head, as if wondering what he could do to get Benjamin back.

This can be a fairly simple question, or it can be an exceptionally difficult one. The reason for this is that they don't know Benjamin's level of magic, and it is difficult for them to make decisions about it. Fearing that they would underestimate the abilities of their opponents, they recklessly sent people out, which in turn led to the loss of the church's manpower.

The Pope thought about it for a long time.

"Since it can't be closed, let the gates be opened. After a long while, at last, he raised his head and whispered, "The fleeing demon is so well hidden, no one knows how long he can hide." We can't lure him out without opening a door and casting a little bait. ”

The bishop immediately asked, "Who should follow the trail?"

The Pope walked to the door and pushed open the door to the lounge. He glanced at the empty and ornate dome of the corridor before turning his head and speaking, his face wrinkled like a ravine, and his gaze was solemn.

"You and me. ”