The wise man only listened to it, and Liang Ke nodded approvingly and said: "Fukuzawa Guangfu, this is one of the teachings of my lord, it seems that His Majesty the Pope and Lord Flint think a lot about the believers!"

"It's not enough!" Flint said with a hypocritical sigh, "Helpless, the land is limited, and it is really a dereliction of duty for Flint not to let more people serve my lord!"

Liang Ke's expression was full, and he said with deep sympathy: "There is no perfect thing in the world, we have tried, and I believe that our Lord will see our loyalty and forgive our mistakes." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Immediately afterwards, the two sympathetic hypocrites embraced each other, comforting that they had found a comrade. The walls of the Holy City were very thick, and Liang Ke sat in the carriage provided by Flint and walked for a while before he saw the light of day again. The inside of the Holy City is different from the cold outside, and it is a completely busy scene. The wide carriageway was lined with shops with merchants in different accents and dressed in different clothes selling their wares, nuns dressed in white robes and priests in black robes shuttling through the streets, occasionally leaning down to bargain with the vendors, and more senior clergy entering the shops in search of their favorite goods.

Pilgrims are not allowed to stay overnight in the holy city, so there are no hotels in the city, but the princes and grandsons who live outside the city are allowed to study the teachings at Pham Minh Ha College in the inner city, and believers are also allowed to go to the Basilica of the Three Holy Sons to listen to the gospel and pray for repentance. The Cathedral of the Three Holy Sons, which stands on the side of a semicircular square halfway up the mountain, was originally called "Tuyi Cathedral", and it is said that "Tuyi" is the language of God, which means "Holy Son".

In the "New Testament of the Son", it is recorded that after Lord Wright married the artist's wife, the father God Yakun recognized this human daughter-in-law very much, and with the blessing of the father, Lord Wright rose into a storm, and the queen of God actually gave birth to three His Royal Highnesses of the Holy Son at the same time, and all inherited the light and divine power of the father. The gods stomped their feet, and the mortals bent over tiredly. In order to commemorate the Son of God, the servants of God could only build a three-legged obelisk tower, which would not only show respect for the Lord God and the three gods, but also not waste too much space and cost.

However, the Church of the Three Holy Sons in the Holy City on the Holy See Hill naturally cannot be simplified because of the cost problem, it is a real three-tower split, but interconnected triangular building, with a huge rotunda at the bottom like a mother's lower abdomen, closely connecting the three brothers. At an altitude of 100 meters, each of the three spiked cones stretched out a thick arm to support a golden ball of light, symbolizing the three brothers working together to defend the rule of the Father.

Churches, colleges, and ubiquitous libraries fill the inner city with culture, but Liang also notices that between these tall buildings are bars, restaurants, the Colosseum and auction houses. Every time he passed by such a place, the carriage under him would speed up, which made Liang Ke wonder.

"Hehe! It seems that your guest is not only unwelcome, but you also have to make the host vigilant!" Deborah, who was sitting opposite Liang Ke, lowered the curtain and said with a smile.

"Huh?"

Liang Ke opened the curtain again in confusion and looked out the window, Debo stretched out his hand and slapped him lightly on the back of his hand, Liang Ke retracted his hand, and the black curtain fell again.

"The host doesn't like to let you look, but you want to stare at it, how can such a guest be welcome?"

"You shouldn't be an assassin, if you're in politics, you're definitely a good politician. ”

"It's boring. Deborah straightened her snow-white neck, looked at Liang Ke proudly, and said, "Where there are assassins who do whatever they want, and kill them directly if they don't have their own hearts, where there is time for intrigue." ”

"You can't kill them all, right?"

"No exceptions!"

"Am I alive and well?"

Facing Liang Ke's evil smile, Deborah instantly blushed, she pounced on Liang Ke and pinched and scratched, Liang Ke took this opportunity to get his hands on and down, and the black carriage was full of spring breath.

"This is what you consider to be an oracle? a shameless person. ”

The gray-bearded Pope Abigail sneered, turned around and left the Brenda Phantom Altar, Pitoya heard His Majesty's questioning and secretly scolded the old guy for shirking responsibility, he glanced at the live broadcast of the Spring Palace viciously, and then waved his hand to stop the operation of the altar, followed Abigail with a gloomy face, returned to the large round conference table and sat down, took the wine glass and drank the red residue in the glass.

Abigail on the other side frowned when he saw Pitoya's unhappy face, then lifted the wine bottle in front of him, walked around half of the table to Pitoya's side, and slowly filled the empty glass in front of Pitoya. Pitoya raised the corner of his eye and glanced at Abigail, but without speaking, the old pope touched his glass lightly with his own wine glass, and said slowly: "My Judgment Throne! I also understand your distress, a person holding the Bright Emperor Flower cannot make people doubt his identity. ”

Abigail turned and took two steps towards the window, looked at the black carriage that was heading towards him from afar, and continued at a faster pace, "But, I don't think you want him to sit in the position of the oracle either. Dear Pittoia, I'm very old, and I've been in a lot worse health in the last few years, and you see, I've come here from the other side of the table, and I'm feeling tightness and shortness of breath. ”

Speaking of which, the old Pope seemed to really feel discomfort in his chest, and turned around and coughed on the table for a long time before gradually calming down, and of course Pitoya would not be confused by the old man's contrived performance, he stared at the wine in the wine glass, and did not even raise his eyelids. Abigail felt bored, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief and continued: "An old man like me can still reign for a few days, maybe tomorrow morning my lord Lord Wright will give me the opportunity to ascend to heaven, in the future, everything in Miano will not be yours?"

Pitoya thought so, he was only in his early fifties this year, and he was in the prime of a man's life, and the old guy opposite was already dying, as long as nothing happened, the golden chair would be his turn sooner or later. It's just that the strong vitality shown by this old guy over the years has made him a little anxious, and I really hope that the gods will call him to heaven now. However, until his vicious idea is realized, he must maintain the necessary respect for this old fellow. Pitoya put down the wine glass, stood up and said with a smile: "Your Majesty is too worried, your body is stronger than the pedestal of this Dumar Palace, and it will not be a problem to work for the believers for decades, besides, your contribution to Miano is obvious to all, and Lord Wright still relies on your assistance, how can he easily summon you back!"

The old pope shook his head, and brought the topic to the point, and he said seriously: "Neither I am now, nor you will be in the future, I don't need an oracle to stand before me, and on this point, our interests are the same. Especially for you, you should know that although the Divine Seat of Light asked for help and went to that bitter cold place, maybe one day he will figure it out and return to the Holy See Mount with infinite brilliance, and your future will be worried. Now, with the addition of a divine envoy, I am afraid that among the supporters of your House of Elders, there will inevitably be some people who tend to be inflammatory, and your status will be difficult to say at that time. ”

When Abigail spoke, he always looked at the Bright Emperor Flower on Pitoya's belt, consciously or unconsciously, the old Pope always felt that Pitoya's Bright Emperor Flower was more transparent than his own color, and the light emitted was more brilliant, this flower had become his inner demon, every time Pitoya appeared in front of him, Abigail's heart would slowly tighten, and he even wondered if he was starting to become inferior.

Pitoya enjoyed Abigail's flickering gaze very much, he deliberately straightened his robe, lifted the Bright Emperor Flower upward, pulled the corners of his mouth, and said with a sly smile: "Your Majesty! Listening to the sound of horses' hooves, his carriage has arrived in front of the palace gate, and you should think about how to deal with this troublesome fellow! Now, let me go and greet our guests in the place of Your Majesty!"

After Pitoya finished speaking, he bowed slightly to Pope Abigail, and then walked quickly out of the large and luxurious office, and faintly, His Majesty the Pope heard laughter coming from the hallway. The old pope viciously threw the precious crystal cup into the paper basket, gritted his teeth and said to himself: "Don't be too complacent, sooner or later let you know what life is better than death." ”

When Pitoya arrived at the door, Liang Ke had just stepped out of the carriage, and the crimson on Deborah's face who was following him had not yet faded, and she looked even more charming.

Although he was also the seat of the Holy See, Flint did not dare to compete with the Adjudicator, and he quickly jumped down from the earthly dragon, walked a few quick steps, and greeted Pitoya with a smile.

"I didn't expect the Judgment Throne to greet you in person, if I had known this, I would have let the team go faster, so as not to wait for you, Lord Pitoya. ”

Pitoya hated this loyal lackey of the old Pope, who was in charge of the internal affairs of the Holy See and was of great significance to the consolidation of the Pope's position, and he tried to woo Flint several times in private, but he was politely refused. This time, after Pittoya returned with the Bright Emperor Flower, Ferlint's attitude towards him became obviously respectful, and such a change made him label a villain in Pittoya's heart.

"The throne of Woam is too polite, it is right to greet the messenger of the gods in a solemn manner, and I should be waiting here, but I don't know why His Majesty the Pope did not personally greet the messenger of my lord. ”

Pitoyapi's words were very loud, obviously for Liang Ke, who was walking slowly. This kind of unscrupulous provocation made Fellint's heart beat for a while, and he believed that His Majesty the Pope was watching their performance somewhere at the moment, and it was really difficult for him to be caught between two political madmen, so he had to change the topic.

"Monsieur Aragorn has come from afar, and he has been exhausted along the way, and I have arranged a lodging for him in the Dumar Palace, so that the envoy can rest for a while, and after bathing and changing clothes, His Majesty the Pope will receive our guests, you see......"

Before Flint finished speaking, Pitoya didn't look at him, walked down the steps quickly to Liang Ke, gave him a bear hug, and then said apologetically: "I didn't expect you to come so quickly, my brother was supposed to go to the outer city to pick you up, but it was really rude to be called by His Majesty the Pope temporarily." ”

"How can I bother to greet the Judgment Throne in person, I also miss the friendship with the elder brother, so I hurried to learn the doctrine from the elder brother!"

The two hypocritical fellows hugged each other and said some painless pleasantries, leaving Flint aside so embarrassed that he angrily waved the guard to disband, leaving only his personal attendant to wait aside.

The two of them talked for a while, and when Pittoya saw that he was a little impatient with the sun, he turned around and asked, "Lord Ferlint, will you arrange this good brother of mine in an ordinary guest room on the first floor, right?"

"How so!" said Flint with a wry smile, "the envoy is a distinguished guest, and according to the request of His Majesty the Pope, Monsieur Aragorn's residence is in a detached courtyard to the east of the gardens of Little Diego, and it is a detached villa overlooking the mountains, which will surely satisfy Monsieur Aragorn." ”

"Oh?"