In the sacred papal room, everyone's faces were clouded. Pope Benedict 17 is still pretending to be calm, but there are many more wrinkles on his face, and the whole person looks bitter and hateful, and he has lost the sense of holiness and nobility that he usually has.

"Ahem, ahem......" Benedict 17, who was sitting upright on the Holy Seat, wearing a small hat, coughed violently, and the attendants next to him hurriedly beat his back and brought water. Finally, his breath calmed down, and he looked at Cardinal Clement, who was standing below, his eyes flashed sharply, and he immediately became confused and frightened.

Clement, who was once high-spirited and was considered a strong contender for the next generation of pope, was silent at this time, and his body was as stiff as an ordinary old man.

"You say......" said Benedict 17 suddenly, "will he come here?"

Clement, of course, knew who the Pope was talking about. "I don't know, Holy See. If I had to guess, I thought, would. ”

"Is it," murmured Benedict 17, "that he would rush to this sacred place at the risk of angering more than a billion believers?"

After a moment of silence, Clement slowly spoke: "The point is, we don't dare to let ordinary believers know about this. ”

There was an awkward atmosphere. Benedict 17 also became even more decadent. Yes, they don't dare to let ordinary believers know about it. If it is known to ordinary believers that the holy and great Pope is forced to be like this, the top of the Holy See will be almost wiped out, which will undoubtedly be a huge blow to people's faith.

When he sent Reinhardt and the others, how could he have thought that the backbone of the Holy See would be defeated and slaughtered by a mortal?

He was blindfolded by pride and did not have the strength to face the enemy, and finally caused bitter fruit.

Now, that demon is recklessly hunting down God's people, and he, the patriarch, is powerless.

Benedict 17 smiled bitterly. "Perhaps, he didn't dare to come here. ”

He looked at Clement, who smiled with pity. Benedict 17 knew that he was deceiving himself. How could such a murderer dare not come to the Holy See if he dared to kill all the chief knights of the Knights Templar and the Shepherd's Knights, and dared to hunt down the Knights Templar all over the world.

"What should we do?" The Pope, who is calm on the surface, is already six gods and no one inside.

"Only waiting. Wait for him to come over and negotiate terms with him. Clement said calmly.

"Yes, negotiate the conditions, let him stop. Surely you will be all right, Holy See, who will not dare to kill you, the spokesman of God on earth, in the face of the condemnation of the world. And you have the scepter, the crown, these two sacred things, and there is no way he can manipulate you, like those people, to kill you. So, I think, it's okay to talk," Clement smiled wryly, "of course, I'm bound to die, and I don't die to appease his anger." But the Holy See can negotiate other terms with him, give him the benefits that are satisfactory to him, and let him retreat. ”

Benedict 17 was furious and filled with a deep sense of powerlessness. The dignified Pope, the spiritual leader of billions of people, is forced to bow his head by a mortal?!

But if you don't bow your head, the situation will only get worse, and that man will absolutely unscrupulously trample on the dignity of the whole of Christianity, and God knows what he will do! Burn down the Sistine Chapel, massacre the Swiss Guards, urinate on the Holy Seat of the Pope?

There's nothing that the devil can't do!

So, no matter what the cost, you have to make that person go back satisfied. Otherwise, if all this is exposed and everyone knows that the Holy See is powerless to stop a mortal, that person will naturally be hostile and even hunted down by 1 billion angry believers, but among these 1 billion devout believers, there will definitely be many faith collapses.

"What do you think will be needed to make him retreat?" said the holy Pope after a long silence.

"There are still a few relics in our treasury, and since the man is interested in this, he may as well give them to him," Clement bowed his head, not daring to look the Holy See in the eyes, and made such a suggestion, feeling deeply humiliated, which was the greatest blasphemy and betrayal. But for the sake of the continuation of the Holy See, he had to say this, and he stammered, "There are other holy things, and there is always one that satisfies that man." ”

Benedict 17 laughed sadly: "We will let a mortal be blackmailed like this?"

Clement whispered, "He's no ordinary mortal anymore. How can someone who can kill Chief Knight Reinhardt, Bishop Nolan, and Chief Knight Schroeder be mortals?"

"Yes, he must be a demon, he must be the fallen morning light, the embodiment of Lucifer!"

Clement was not interested in discussing this with the Holy See, and said perfunctorily: "Probably." ”

Benedict 17's gaze dimmed. Although everyone called him holy, deep down he always knew that he was just a mortal, and he could only borrow a little bit of the power of the Lord.

These small forces are difficult to fight against demons.

He closed his eyes and burst into tears: "Lord, please keep me from temptation, save me from danger, shelter me through storms, for the kingdom, the power, and the glory are all yours, Amen!"

......

London. This is a mansion near the outskirts of the city, covering hundreds of acres, with two swimming pools and a verdant garden.

But the master was not at home, and only a few servants were left to take care of it.

Two Chinese walked out of the gate, the man was handsome and handsome, his eyes were like electricity, and the woman was delicate and matchless, with a slender figure.

"Senior, it's empty again. Lin Ziya's tone was quite resentful. Originally, it was quite romantic to go on a trip with your predecessors, and it was also a trip around the world.

But murder all over the world is not so romantic.

And the schedule is still so tight, she leaves every time she finishes her errands, and she rarely even has time for a cup of coffee, which makes her a little unbearable.

"Expected. "Lonan Road.

"By the way, Sister Feng called you last night, what did you say?"

Luo Nan and Feng Xinyi were in love, and they talked on the phone every day, and they were inseparable. Naturally, it was impossible for him to tell Lin Ziya about the love words between the two, so he just said perfunctorily: "I told her that I would go back immediately." ”

"Really? Great! I can finally go back to China!" Lin Ziya was overjoyed, "It's been almost a month, and I'm a little homesick." ”

"You can go back first. Luo Nan said expressionlessly.

"No, people want to be with their seniors. There is an old saying that does not say, marry a chicken with a chicken, marry a dog with a dog. ”

"You don't seem to be married to me. ”

"In my mind, I'm already yours. Lin Ziya said with a blushing face.

Ronan didn't want to discuss this with her. His gaze looked southeast, in the direction of Italy, and he muttered, "It's time to go to the Vatican." ”