The ascetic is in an inconspicuous corner at the very edge of the sanctuary.

Although it is a corner, it occupies a lot of land here.

Although Kit was a cardinal, he never came to the penance.

Under the guidance of the deacon of the penance, the black single-compartment troika walked on the blue and black stone road, but it was not bumpy at all, why? Because of this era, two small ditches for wheels will be built in the middle of the road on the bluestone road, which can be regarded as a relatively early light rail.

Kit's hand was hidden in the sleeves of his robe, and he didn't bother to cope with the deacon's enthusiastic sycophants and smiling faces.

But the deacon did not dare to stop, for fear of annoying the most promising cardinal now.

What he couldn't see was Kit's hand, clutching the Iron Cross tightly in the dark.

Legend has it that it was worn by the first paladin during the First Crusade to the West.

It was from that time that the Holy See formed its own Order of Order, which grew rapidly.

It was then that the Pope noticed that the king's attitude towards him became more and more deferential.

The cross in his hand should be a holy weapon, right?

But why doesn't it have a trace of temperature no matter how you hold it?

Why did the old guy put it in his own hands?

Is it really because of trust?

Kit himself laughed at the thought of this.

The inexplicable smile made the deacon who was chattering there very strange in his heart, did the bishop like to listen to the recipes of the ascetics? This puzzled him, but immediately followed the topic and talked about it.

It's not because of trust, it's a temptation!

Kit stood firm. This cross, one day, will be in its own box!

"My lord? It's here. ”

The deacon reminded softly.

Kit looked out of the car with a blank face and walked down.

"That's it?"

"That's right, this is the penance."

"I heard that cars are not allowed in the penance?"

"Well, yes, it's been a bad rule for hundreds of years, but it's been followed."

Kit looked back at the deacon, "So, aren't you working hard?" ”

The deacons were almost moved to tears: "Thank you for your understanding, hard work is due, and the monks here are even more bitter, but because they have been strictly abiding by the rules, we can only accompany them to keep the ......"

Kitt smiled, "I'll follow the rules here, too." ”

The deacon was relieved at this time, he was afraid that Kit's unruly behavior would annoy those old stubborn, those old guys, but he would not give the adults a little face.

Kit looked at the deacon: "You're good, there's a chance, I'll find a way to change your position." ”

The deacon's heart melted, and he thanked him again and again, and his attitude became more humble.

The two of them walked through the penance as if they were walking in a mental hospital, and the people they saw were all ascetics in linen robes, but their behavior was indeed different from that of ordinary people, and they did everything, and they beat themselves with thorns and thorns on their bare bodies.

The deacon walked briskly, lest the men might run into the bishop.

"It's very plain!"

"That's right, these people can't see a single color, they don't even have a flower here, and they're afraid they'll be tempted at all."

Kitt shook his head: "It's bitter, but it's not necessarily possible." ”

The deacon didn't understand, but he didn't dare to talk.

So the two of them went straight to the deepest part of the penance.

"My lord, it's here."

Kit looked up and found that there were no stone walls in this area, only a fence with tall wattles, but it was already wrapped in dense vines, and it was impossible to see inside. There was only a small door that was so thin that it seemed to fall when the wind blew, in front of the two of them.

"This is the Courtyard of Thorns?"

"Yes," replied the deacon, "my lord, according to the rules, I can only go here, not inside, and you will have to go the rest of the way." ”

"Oh?" This came as a surprise to Kit.

So he stretched out his hand and pushed, and the little door opened. He looked at the deacon, who stood there with his head bowed respectfully, and he took the Iron Cross tightly, and stepped in with his legs bowed and his head bowed.

When he stepped inside, the door closed on its own.

Kit was startled and looked around.

It's no different from the outside, it's all rows of stone houses, low and low, very cramped.

Kitt stepped inside, and an arm suddenly stopped in front of him.

He was shocked, when did this person appear, or was he here all along? Why don't you feel it?

He looked up and saw that an ascetic, also dressed in a linen robe, was holding him in the back with a thick arm, but unlike the others, the ascetic had a long sword hanging from his waist.

What does this person feel like?

The ascetic with his sword was like a cold stone, his face full of white hair, which made it impossible to see his face, but looking at his weather-beaten skin, he thought that the ascetic was not young anymore.

The other party didn't speak, and Kit didn't speak, just exposed the iron-blooded cross.

The sword-hanging ascetic's eyes flashed, and he immediately knelt down on one knee and saluted.

"I have come here to gather you by the orders of His Holiness the Pope. The Holy See needs you. ”

The monk stood up and said in a jerky voice, "Follow ...... I got it. ”

It's like you haven't spoken in decades.

As the absolute high-ranking of the Holy See, Kitt naturally knew that the Garden of Thorns was inhabited by some terrifying ascetics, who were trapped here for various reasons and were no longer born, and only the Pope could recruit them.

The monk led Kit to a stone house.

It was dark and lightless, and only a single figure could be faintly seen.

As Kit got used to it, he saw a monk kneeling in prayer. In front of him, there was no statue of a god, only a great sword, which actually hung on a large cross.

Kit was very angry when he saw it, and he didn't worship the supreme god, but only a sword? This is blasphemy against God!

"I have come to summon you and others by the Pope's decree."

The monk got up, then slowly turned his face.

Yes!

Kit couldn't help but take a step back.

The monk was very handsome, but he was already an old man.

Clear but with the same eyes as two cold stars, Kit was startled by the cold in the eyes of the old monk.

He hurriedly showed the iron-blooded cross in his hand to the other party.

The old monk nodded, and Kit's heart was slightly determined.

"Where did these old monsters come from, why haven't I seen any of them? The strength looks quite terrifying! ”

Kit had seen the strength of the Templars, who were strong, but compared to the monks in front of him, they were as far apart as the stars and the sun.

A huge aura of smoke swept over his face, making it difficult for Kit to breathe.

"His Holiness the Pope...... What color is the dress today......"

The monk spoke, in the same dry voice, as if he hadn't spoken for decades.

Kit was stunned.

What the hell is this problem? What color is the Pope wearing today?

Kit's mind was racing, he didn't pay attention, and now that he thought about it, it seemed to be a robe that he didn't wear often...... Color...... Seem......

"It's red."

Kit blurted out.

What is this? Pleasantries? Set almost?

"Good...... Target. ”

The old monk seemed to be thinking about some serious question, and muttered, "Red...... Slash ......"

Kitt didn't hear clearly, "What? …… You're talking ......"

The old monk raised his right arm, and then slashed straight down.

A vast sword aura swung out silently.

“…… What ......"

Before Kitt finished speaking, the sword qi that was split by the old monk was split into two from the beginning to the end.

In this way, the cardinal, who was already only one step away from the papal throne, died.

The old monk didn't even look at the blood and Kit, and walked out of the stone house.

In the rows of stone houses on both sides, several monks walked out silently, all of them with weapons hanging from their waists.

The old monk took the iron-blooded cross handed over by the sword-hanging monk and held it high to the monks.

"Phew!"

"Let's go!"

Led by the old monk, they all walked out of the Garden of Thorns.

Watching the monks walk out of the Garden of Thorns, the other monks in the ascetic monastery put down what they were doing and bowed their heads and knelt on one knee.

From this moment on, the mainland is destined to be peaceful.