The most nervous of the three at this time was Batistuta.

The mighty old man looked at Sun Fei with a look in his eyes, just like a young man who had finally mustered up the courage to confess to his dream lover after countless days of crushing, waiting for the answer of his dream lover, his hot eyes were enough to melt gold and iron.

For him, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

A few days ago, because the old bishop who had abdicated the throne of the Black-clothed Temple had received the instructions of the gods when praying, Garcia would be in great trouble in this action of the Holy See's adjudication team, so he was really worried about the fall of the most outstanding sectarian genius of the Black-clothed Temple since the traitor Platini, so he hurried to the City of Two Flags with the honor of the right deacon.

Unexpectedly, on the day of arrival, just in time for Garcia and Alain, who were seriously injured, to be sent back to the parish church of Shuangqi City, he was furious that someone had hurt Garcia, and he did not hesitate to spend his own physiology to treat Garcia's injuries, but then he inadvertently learned from Garcia's mouth that Alexander the King of Chambord was the son of a god and had mastered the news of the holy power of the golden god.

This news shook Batistuta's heart.

For so many years, Batistuta's only duty in the Black Sanctuary was to travel to the Northern Regions to find a seedling with the constitution of a child of God and to revive the Black Temple.

Because according to the default tradition formed by the Holy See over the ages, only having a son of God belonging to his own sect means that the Black-Cloaked Sanctuary has regained the favor of the gods among the stars, and it also means that the Black-Cloaked Sanctuary has returned to the ranks of mainstream sect branches, has the qualifications to attack the papal throne, and has the opportunity to restore its former glory.

Unfortunately, after nearly 100 years of searching, Batistuta has found nothing.

Of course, it can't be said that it is nothing.

At least three times, he finally found three teenagers with the constitution of the Son of God in the vast crowd, but the final result of these three times was the same - before he could bring the Son of God back to the black-clothed temple, he was killed by other branches of the Holy See, using all kinds of despicable means, promising all kinds of temptations, and taking away Batistuta's almost hope.

The decline of the Black-clothed Temple is almost a well-known thing on the mainland, whether it is its own strength or appeal, it naturally cannot be compared with those big factions.

Even the last time, it was thirty-three years ago, the six-year-old boy with the physique of the son of God that Batistuta finally found, because he had a good relationship with Batistuta, so he refused the temptations and invitations of the major sects, and was determined to join the Black Temple, but who knows, on the way to the Black Temple diocese, died mysteriously.

In fact, the inside story of this, fools can see clearly, it was someone who assassinated this son of God who had not yet had time to grow.

Batistuta was furious and made a big fuss about the Diocese of the Northern Regions.

But after the trouble, there is more helplessness.

The entire black-clothed temple is understood by the top and bottom of the major factions of the Holy See, and this so-called coincidence is that the high-ranking Pope Blatter is still not worried about the existence of the black-clothed temple, and is still secretly monitoring every move of the black-clothed temple, for fear that the former rival will get a chance to breathe and rise again.

To tell the truth, if it weren't for the fact that the Black-Cloaked Temple was too prominent in its past history and had a huge base of low-level believers, the doctrines formulated and circulated by the Black-Cloaked Temple in the past would have had a huge impact on the belief system of the entire Holy See, I am afraid that the entire Temple would have been destroyed by all kinds of conspiracies and tricks.

Over the years, Batistuta has never given up hope of finding the temple in despair and resentment.

Like a sinner atoning for his sins, he is desperately searching for it, never giving up an opportunity.

So after overhearing the news about Sun Fei this time, Batistuta kept an eye on it.

In the past three days or so, Batistuta locked himself in a secret room, used all the resources at his disposal, and carefully investigated Sun Fei's life experience, from the birth of His Majesty to the discovery that he was actually a fool when he grew up a little, and then to His Majesty's sudden and unbelievable rise when Chambord City was in danger, and then to the fact that he won the championship in the Zenit Empire's martial arts competition and became an upstart in one fell swoop...... Batistuta spent three full days carefully analyzing and studying this series of deeds, and finally came to a conclusion that was completely different from some other papal forces-

King Chambord, so far, may not have joined any of the Papal factions.

This conclusion startled him.

You must know that almost all the major factions of the Holy See have their own sons of gods, and they will also secretly arrange some trial tasks for the sons of gods, assign them to various parts of the mainland, and experience some things with different identities and statuses, and many times, the major factions are in a certain competitive relationship, and they will keep the identity of their own sons of gods hidden, which creates a false impression - King Chambord should be the son of gods supported by a branch of a large faction.

There will be no one to go deep into the roots, and they all think that King Chambord is the other party's person, after all, investigating the son of the god of the other faction is also a relatively taboo thing within the Holy See.

In fact, Sun Fei has always been able to fish in troubled waters, which is precisely the reason for this.

However, Batistuta himself did not dare to be sure of this conclusion, and in other words, it was more appropriate to say that it was not so much the conclusion of his analysis of the life of King Chambord as his intuitive speculation.

But even if there was only one in 120,000 hope, he came to give it a try, because every opportunity meant a lot to the Black Temple.

Suddenly, in the entire stone hall, everyone's eyes were focused on Sun Fei's face.

Waiting for his answer.

In addition to the initial shock, Sun Fei gradually calmed down and began to think about the key to this matter.

Joining the Holy See, Sun Fei almost never considered it, it was absolutely impossible for him to abandon the people and things in Chambord City that had developed deep feelings now, especially a declining sect like the Black-clothed Temple, joining it was tantamount to taking on a heavy responsibility for no reason, and Sun Fei was not much interested in the thankless task of reviving the declining force.

The cultivation of Chambord City is enough to give His Majesty the King a headache, and then to develop a sect branch?

For Sun Fei, who takes pleasure as his life's ambition, it is simply a waste of his life.

However, Sun Fei was not in a hurry to refuse.

He's weighing the pros and cons.

In the dark, fate is like an invisible thug who can't be left and right, controlling everything in secret, Sun Fei has a very bad premonition that something will happen between himself and the Holy See, especially the incident that happened to Angela, so that His Majesty the King has to be vigilant, and he has always been on guard during this time.

Sun Fei understands that the Basilei incident will definitely not be an isolated case.

Sun Fei carefully studied some of the texts and teachings of the Holy See, and naturally understood what a woman with a pure crystal soul meant to the Holy See, even more scarce than the Son of God, although Sun Fei immediately decided to kill Baresi at that time, delaying it for a while, but I am afraid that sooner or later someone will come to the door to 'invite' Angela, and when the time comes, the power that Sun Fei faces will be countless times stronger than a mere Baresi.

Just as Sun Fei lowered his head and pondered, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps, and a Chambord City manager ran in in a panic and whispered a few words in the ear of His Majesty the King.

"What? I don't know what is alive or dead, he is looking for death!" Sun Fei changed color when he heard this.

Bang!

In a fit of rage, Sun Fei slapped his backhand and smashed the stone table beside him into powder.

"I wonder what happened to make Your Majesty so angry?" The three members of the Holy See were all taken aback, baffled by the scene in front of them.

"If you are interested, you can go with the king to have a look. Sun Fei said, his figure flickered, and it turned directly into a streamer of light and shot away from the mansion.

The three of Batistuta looked at each other, curious.

King Chambord's attitude suddenly changed just now, looking at himself and the others with cold and hostile eyes in their eyes, it was obvious that the matter reported by the guards was related to the Holy See, and the three of them did not dare to hesitate at the moment, turned into three streamers, followed behind Sun Fei, and galloped away in the distance.

Looking at this direction, it turned out to be running directly to the barracks.

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"Hahaha, you sluts, you are really bold! These three strange beasts are the divine favors that my Holy See has worked so hard to cultivate, and they have been stolen by you hateful thieves, and you dare to deny them? Hehe, arrest them all for me and put them in prison, these women should have been deceived by bad people, so they did such a blasphemous thing, so send them to the choir and hand them over to those grandmothers for training!"

The arrogant and domineering voice came out of the mouth of a middle-aged divine master wearing a red and black robe.

In front of the Chambord City military camp, two groups of men and horses confronted each other.

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The second more.

Thank you to my sincere and heartbroken little snails for their support.