"It's the Eternal City!" The young archbishop exclaimed that the city was worthy of the name of "the first in the world", and all kinds of magnificent buildings from the ancient imperial period abounded, and it can be said that all the buildings of the city of Tournest that he was familiar with can find their larger and more beautiful prototypes here, and often not one but many, and a person who studies architecture will indeed step into heaven if he arrives here.

Behind him, Francis and Adair, with swords and axes, walked down the streets, equally amazed by the great city, and wherever they looked, they could see amazing buildings that they could never have dreamed of.

It's just that after admiring it, the two of them thought of different things, one thought about whether they could achieve their original purpose in the Eternal City, and get the archbishop's shawl, and the other thought about whether the monasteries and churches here were so huge in scale that the gold and silver treasures hidden in them were also commensurate with their height?

Turkulani, who was walking beside the archbishop, tried to hide his head under his shoulders all the way, but his head was large and round, and the flesh on his face was only a little less than that on his stomach, so it was too difficult to hide under the two shoulders, so it seemed to others that he was only a little shorter than usual, and he still had nowhere to escape when the archbishop talked to him.

Earlier this day, the archbishop had expressed his wish to visit the Eternal City and worship the sacred ruins of the Eternal City to Turkulani (who insisted that his retinue had all defected, and that it was not much the same) who had been escorted by his own entourage, but he surprisingly did not mention the matter of the archbishop's shawl, as if he had not come for it. Rather, he came simply as a pilgrim.

He was also dressed modestly, as if he were not the new bishop of Neustria. Rather, he was an ascetic of the Jeffrey Order who did not wear any jewelry to show his identity. He wore only a simple black robe and held a cane. This outfit won the general admiration of Turkulani's entourage, who thought that he was indeed a rare true believer, but it could not fool Turkulani - he must have some kind of conspiracy to dress like this!

Because their masters dressed like this, Francis and Adair and the others also dressed as simply as possible, and they all changed into the clothes of ordinary sailors, even the sword scabbard was the simplest kind.

Conspiracy, there must be a conspiracy, Turkulani thought nervously. But how can he denounce their conspiracy? Just because they didn't wear all their treasures on their bodies when they went shopping?

Turkulani felt that it was him, and he was afraid that he would be sent to an insane asylum when he heard this reason.

And he refused the Archbishop's request to accompany him on a tour of the Eternal City, and he did not dare, if nothing else, a burning pain in a certain part of his body reminded him of the fate of disobeying the seemingly moderate archbishop, so that he should delay it as long as possible according to the Holy See's instructions - not because there was anything in the Eternal City that could not be shown to the Neustrians, but because of the previous plan that they were to wear down the patience of the Neustrians as much as possible so that they could raise the offer. But he nevertheless agreed to the archbishop's request against his will. Accompany them to the Eternal City to visit the sacred ruins of the pilgrimage.

With this in mind, he dragged his heavy steps all the way, wishing that he would disappear from the crowd immediately, especially after thinking that he might meet someone from the audience who witnessed his entire "exorcism ritual" yesterday. This matter will surely spread in the Eternal City. One day (he doesn't think it will be long), when you walk out into the street, everyone will point to his back. Say, that's the mad priest in the story. He was stripped naked in public and returned to ......

Come to think of it. Once again, he gritted his teeth at the young archbishop, he had made himself like this! I will surely guess your machinations, and then alert the Holy See, and then I will be able to restore my reputation and be reused by the Holy See, and you, when the time comes, hum...... Thinking so, Turkulani couldn't help but shoot a resentful glance in the direction of the archbishop.

Then he and the other person were serene and quiet, as if there was a little excitement and joy from seeing this great city.

Turkulani's face seemed to burn for a moment, "It's not like you think, your lordship......" he stammered to explain to himself.

"Huh? Isn't that the famous Catherine Cathedral, where our former Queen Mother once dedicated a golden candlestick? ”

"Ah-yes, yes, that's right." It was not hot, but beads of sweat flowed down Turkulani's round head like a waterfall, and the archbishop did not seem to notice how tormented Turkulani had been in that moment, and he walked slowly towards the sacred cathedral, joining the group of ordinary pilgrims who had come on pilgrimage.

They worshipped many of the holy objects in that church, and Turkulani came in later than them, because he was dressed more ornately than they did, and the vendors at the door made him the target of pestering, but gently spared the modest archbishop and his party.

"This poor guy looks like he's going insane." Standing in the dark old-fashioned church, Adair glanced at the liaison surrounded by vendors at the door, and said softly.

"It's not time yet," Francis judged with sophistication, and he may not be as cruel as Adair, but he is experienced in how to torture him with subtlety, "and he can still think of his duty." ”

"Then pull him a little more," the archbishop decided, he had no guilt in the slightest about torturing Turkulani, and if this disgusting lard barrel really went insane, it would not only benefit him and the eyes of the three flowers, but also allow many civilian teenagers to escape," we continued. ”

When they prayed and sang hymns with the other pilgrims, Turkulani, who had just escaped from the peddlers, saw them come and join them with a smile on their faces.

The archbishop pretended to admire the square roof of another church in the distance, but his eyes swept over Turkulani from time to time, and when he thought his expression was unseen, he moved his pace so that when he looked up, his gaze met with his own.

That night, Turkulani finally got tired of the torment, and he complained to the archbishop, feeling that he was too weak to be the liaison because of the demon's possession—he would be crazy if he delayed any longer!

"Are you still weak? After worshipping these many sacred relics? The archbishop's expression was serious, his eyes were clear, and he was so pure that he seemed to have just crossed over, and he did not allow the other party to complain, "Are there still unpurified demons?" I'll do it for you one more time! ”

"Whew, spare me!" Turkulani was almost about to cry on the spot, he didn't expect the other party to be even more cruel than himself, "Let me go!" How much do you want? ”

"The asking price of the Holy See."

"What?"

"How much do they need to hand over the archbishopric's shawl of Neustria? Sue me, and I'll allow you to tell you a different person, and I'll not tell anyone anything. The archbishop smiled calmly, as if bestowing a great favor on him.

"......" (To be continued......)