After the evening prayer, in the dimly lit dining room, at the short, low table, Archbishop Daniel took a piece of black bread from his plate, cut it with a knife and fork, and then broke it open and placed it on his plate. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It is the staple food of all the clergy in the Holy See, black bread.

Or it should be called bran bread, because the raw materials for its production are not all refined flour, but mixed with bran such as the cortex, germ, aleurone layer and a small amount of endosperm that are ground off in the process of grinding, so even when it is just baked, its bottom can be knocked loudly.

Archbishop Daniel shook his head slightly, stopping the attendant's intention to come close to help, and soaked the erection in the water in the pan for a moment before putting it in his mouth.

A familiar sour taste immediately came from his mouth, and Archbishop Daniel chewed slowly, until finally, the black bread had a little salty taste in his mouth, and then entered his esophagus with the water.

There was no unbearable expression on his face.

Little by little, Archbishop Daniel finished the whole black bread, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then slowly got up, gently reached out and patted the crumbs of bread that had fallen on the napkin and clothes, and walked out.

Outside the Philon Cathedral, a horse-drawn carriage waited silently.

He stepped into the carriage and sat quietly in the carriage.

The attendant gave a low scold, and the carriage began to move slowly forward.

Ten minutes later, the carriage stopped.

It was an ordinary manor, located in a remote corner of the city of Riesham, surrounded by countless large trees, and most of the view was blocked by lush and slightly cluttered branches and vines, and standing in front of the door, only a corner of the manor could be faintly seen through the leaves.

This is the private home of Archbishop Daniel.

The gates of the manor opened, and the carriage slowly drove in, and the gates shut.

Archbishop Daniel stepped out of the carriage, and the rest of the guards scattered around every corner of the manor.

The door opened, and Archbishop Daniel walked in.

Walking into the hall, the lights were like daylight, several huge magic crystal lamps hung on the surrounding walls and tops, and several women in magic robes greeted him with a smile, took his archbishop's robe and crown, and changed him into a soft and comfortable home robe.

In the process, most of the snow-white thighs and breasts of these young women were exposed from time to time, and these magic robes were obviously modified, although they were mainly dark, but they were lighter and more exposed. And it was clear that they had nothing on them but this magic robe.

Archbishop Daniel entered the dining room in the service of these maids.

The long red table is already filled with a variety of delicacies, such as roasted brown lamb, pigeon stewed in milk, roasted guinea fish in soy sauce, delicate red wine, and a variety of pastries and vegetables and fruits that are rarely seen.

Archbishop Daniel is now fifty years old, in the prime of life, not to mention that as a high-ranking professional, his constitution is better than that of ordinary people, so he eats a lot of food, and the black bread of every meal in the Holy See alone cannot satisfy his appetite.

After this dinner, in the service of several maids, Archbishop Daniel took a bath and went to his bedroom.

As I had just instructed, it was the new Tina who was sleeping tonight, a real magician, and the thought of Tina's petite but plump and slippery body made Archbishop Daniel feel hot all over.

As soon as the door opened, Daniel smelled the fragrance from Tina, a slight scent of wheat and sunshine that reminded Daniel of the unknown girl he had met in the wheat fields in the countryside when he was younger.

He paused only slightly in the doorway, then walked in and closed the door.

"Why don't you turn on the lights?

Daniel chuckled and walked over to the bed.

There was no answer.

Daniel froze.

Wrong!

He suddenly felt a hint of abnormality, a warning from the depths of his spirit.

In the room, there are still people!

Then, a man's voice came from behind him:

"Don't move, Archbishop Daniel!"

Standing so close that he could almost feel his breathing, Daniel suddenly felt chills all over his body.

Assassin!

Stealth, and such ghostly speed!

Only an assassin above level 9 would have such strength.

Daniel slowed his voice: "What are you going to do?, say it, I can satisfy you!"

In his current position, Daniel loves life more than civilians and cherishes his own life more, and such a complacent tone is by no means something that ordinary abductees can say.

Want money?

You're afraid that your space ring won't fit yet.

Want a woman?

It's simpler.

But there was still a hint of horror in Daniel's tone.

With such a skilled professional, what he, or what he directs behind his back, is definitely not trivial.

In other words, there is something in yourself that the other person wants.

Is it for the general election of the Exarchate to be held next month?

Many high-level internal officials know that this is just a formality, but such a scene must also be held in front of the public, which is in line with the so-called "fair, fair and open" principle of the Temple of Light, and can be convinced by more believers.

Could it be that the two rivals instructed them to give up automatically in the general election?

If you really came for this, so what's the matter, the other party can't sit in that position for long, I'm afraid that the seat is not hot yet, and he will be found guilty of various crimes and executed.

But they shouldn't be ignorant of the key to this, and they probably won't use such clumsy means.

Archbishop Daniel couldn't control the cranky thoughts in his mind for a moment, and his mind wandered.

The man behind him was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice, "You only need to cast two magic spells." ”

Although the man's voice was a little hoarse, it was obvious that he had deliberately changed his original voice, and Daniel suddenly relaxed, which meant that the other party did not want to be recognized by himself, and thinking a little deeper, it meant that as long as he cooperated, his life would not be threatened.

Daniel, who had a bottom in his heart, immediately became much more comfortable in his tone, and couldn't help but bring the sad and compassionate tone of the past:

"May God be with you!" is such a request that you take such a great risk? Your patients must be very important to you. ”

The man behind him did not answer.

Daniel said slowly, "What magic do you need me to cast on your patients?"

The man said softly, word by word: "The soul guides, the soul soothes." ”

Archbishop Daniel couldn't help but be shocked. (To be continued.) )