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St. Peter's Basilica.

In the small quiet room three meters square, on the small white oak table, there is a small statue of the martial god, and the sunlight spills in through the round window, sprinkling on the white statue of the martial god, reflecting a hazy white light.

On the ground in front of the statue of the Martial God, there is a delicate kneeling carpet, and the white-haired Patriarch Richelieu is kneeling on this kneeling carpet, closing his eyes, praying silently, and waiting silently.

Waiting for the summons of the Quds Cardinals.

He had been in the Holy City for several months, but he had been busy, working hard, paying a lot of price, meeting many big people, and getting some verbal assurances, but he knew that none of them were reliable, and it was the Council of Cardinals that was going on that would really decide his fate, or the decisions that were about to be made in the conference room.

After years of retreat under the papal crown, ignoring the world, the four noble cardinal archbishops, and the cardinal body formed by them, held a council of cardinals, which was the highest decision-making center for the power of the Cult of the Vuvus in the entire continent.

As a result of this painful defeat, he was no longer able to attack the noble seat that was about to vacate, but was about to be decided by them about his future fate.

It's all because he failed!

After the revolutionary army was supported by many city lords and lords, defeated the royalist army in the Mardeir, broke through the obstacles, and escaped, he knew that everything was over.

Dying and struggling, the few weak lines of defense built were useless, and they were broken with a single blow, and then the revolutionary army marched straight to Paris, so that the great "earthly kingdom plan" in his heart had just begun, and he was stillborn.

Damn Napoleon, why is he still alive? Why is this damn revolutionary army so tenacious? Why did this damn revolutionary party rescue that damn Napoleon? Why did this damn judge let those revolutionaries run out of Paris? Damn it........ This damn everything!

What a perfect plan I have, to destroy the royal family, to support the puppets, to gather strength, to drive out the stupid British, so that that wonderful land, that huge country will be completely under the control of the Holy Religion, under my control! and then continue to be strong, destroy that Germany, that small country, and then go on an expedition to England, then the whole continent will eventually return to our Holy See, and finally achieve the great kingdom of God on earth! I will also replace the old immortal St. Matthew, obtain the holy name, and become a cardinal! After being crowned a god under the Pope's crown, he may not be able to peek into the supreme throne!

What a wonderful, bright prospect it is. But, but, they were ruined by the incompetent, damned, hellish judges!

My future, my everything, was ruined by their incompetence!

In the splendid hall, made of gold and embellished with precious stones, four people sat on five chairs of great luxury.

Only the tallest and most noble throne in the middle was empty.

Four noble cardinal archbishops in red robes and gold were sitting in the other four chairs, discussing something.

In the huge, empty, and magnificent hall, there was no one but the four men in the chairs, no attendants, and no guards.

Only the words of their discussion were clearly heard in the hall:

"I see, the plan is unreliable from the beginning, and it is very difficult to take refuge and faith, and it takes enough time to cultivate piety, and it is not such high-pressure persecution that can establish the kingdom of God. ”

"Actually, it was relatively smooth at the beginning, and the key was Napoleon and the revolutionary army, if we could have supported some forces at the beginning, we could actually extinguish their resistance. ”

"What's the use of talking about this now, it's too late, they've already made it bigger, and it's not so easy to eradicate it. ”

"Alas, this Richelieu, who has been shrewd and calculated all his life, finally failed, it seems that the glory of Lord Martial God did not come to him. ”

"It was because he was stubborn and refused to ask us for help, alas, if he had come to seek support from the beginning and killed all the revolutionary army, it would have been possible to succeed. ”

"People want to eat alone, and after so many years of hard work, it's understandable that they don't want us to pick peaches. ”

"Anyway, the plan has failed, so don't make any excuses, he will stay in the Holy City in the future, it just so happens that Castel Sant'Angelo needs an experienced manager. ”

"It's not good, people are considered martial saints, it's not suitable to be a teacher, I think it's better to go out, see if there is a vacancy in the patriarch of a small country, just send it over." ”

"Release? Let it out, be embarrassed? A loser, just stay in the holy city and raise it. ”

"Okay, seconded, but this position can be discussed, I don't think it's suitable to be a teacher, isn't the court short of people, he just has some strength, and he can make the best use of it." ”

"Seconded. ”

"Well, so be it, second. ”

"Then let's talk about the French problem. Although Richelieu brought most of his devout followers to the Holy City for refuge at the last moment, he was able to preserve his strength and avoid certain losses. But now there are ten Holy Sees in various cities in France, and there are very few devout believers, but most of them have been severely suppressed, even brutally suppressed. It can be said that the power of the Holy Religion in France has been fundamentally destroyed, and France has become a place of faithlessness. ”

"This is easy to do, and it would be nice to send a new Patriarch over. Do they dare not take it?"

"This, now that everyone's relationship is stiff, even if you send it, it's a little more tactful, you can send an envoy group or something to communicate first, just say that what happened before was Richelieu his own opinion, and it has nothing to do with us, we will deal with him internally, so that everyone has a step down." ”

"Yes, you can also bring back those believers from France, and it's not a matter of eating and drinking in the holy city for nothing. ”

"You can't bring them all back, some of the strong ones can also stay, it's a grace, after all, there is a shortage of people everywhere now. ”

"This proposal is good, let's screen it first, and those who have the strength will stay, and the rest will go back to France with the new patriarch, and then send some weaker priests to build a team for him. ”

"Who has recommended this new Patriarch?"

"It's not a good relationship now, it's not suitable for factions that are too tough, it's better to send someone with a softer personality. Of course, you still have to have your own strength. ”

"Then let me think about it, how is Fleury, his strength is enough, he has always been very low-key, he has a good reputation in Austria, and he has been transferred to the Patriarch of France, which can be regarded as a high promotion. ”

"Actually, Gregory can do it, he has been in the Holy City for many years, so let's give him a chance this time. ”

......

In the midst of a heated discussion, a surging horn suddenly sounded outside the door.

"What's the sound? who's blowing the horn?" said one of the cardinals, frowning.

"No, this trumpet...... The trumpet sounded ......" a cardinal stood up.

"Is this a ......?" said another cardinal, walking towards the door.

The door opened, and the four cardinals walked to the window and looked down condescendingly.

In St. Peter's Square, there stood a young man in linen clothes and an ordinary appearance, with a long sword at his waist and a small golden horn in his hand.