defilement

The news of the return of the Holy Son of Muir, who has been proclaiming to the outside world, spread like wildfire, and the towns along the road were boiling. Muir was wearing complicated clothes that symbolized the identity of the Holy Son, sitting in a carriage engraved with a powerful protective magic circle. The straight knights riding on the high-headed Ruiton horses are vigilant about the surroundings.Their solemn demeanor and the uniforms of the Holy See knights let even ordinary people know their identities.

After entering the city, the broad road suddenly narrowed. There were believers who came here for fame, assassins who were waiting for an opportunity, and speculators without faith.

Most of them were believers, they chanted Muir's name fanatically, some knelt down on the street and prayed for blessings, the carriage moved forward steadily, heading towards the Holy Land, the scene of crowd watching would be much better after leaving the city, and they were still following The carriage riders will be politely but firmly persuaded by the knights.

Not far from Muir's carriage, there was also a low-key and plain carriage, in which lay Arthur, to be precise, Arthur's body.It was difficult for Muir to tell himself that Arthur was dead, but his body was so clearly in front of him, so Muir felt it was ridiculous for a while, so he quickly appointed a new guardian knight leader - the original Knights of the Son Deputy head Domi.

Domi is his loyal and important chess piece against Arthur.There was the sound of horseshoes approaching, and Domi's clear voice came, "Your Highness Muir, I have persuaded everyone who followed the carriage to leave, and killed an assassin on the spot. Do you want to watch?"

"No need."

Muir looked down at his hands, which were white and slender, placed on his knees in a natural and elegant posture.His thoughts drifted away, and he couldn't help recalling the moment of death on the stake. His mind was blank, and he was surrounded by abundant and pure holy power. In the clouds and mist, he seemed to see the Kingdom of God, the back of the white robe on the altar , such a back is as ethereal and fuzzy as smoke, and his body floats upwards as if attracted by a magnet.

Just when he was about to meet that figure from behind, his body sank, and then he opened his eyes to see the rapidly aging Arthur. Arthur was no longer strict, and squeezed his hand tightly to allow him to inherit the Pope's seat, his eyes closed tightly. Stare at him closely.At that time, Muir was still immersed in the vision of the kingdom of God, and he longed to remain in it forever.

This is indeed the reason why Arthur has been so strict for so many years, and it is his incomparable attachment to the Pope. The funny thing is that he is obsessed with making Muir the Pope.Muir is of course very yearning for the Pope who is the closest to the God of Light, but being the Pope seems to be incomparable to the beauty of traveling in the Kingdom of God... He shook his head and shook off the delusions in his heart, telling himself that death is false, he Arthur's last wish should not be disappointed.

"Domi, go all out and avoid towns as much as possible."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Holy Land Pope's Palace

Mark's hair was disheveled, his chin was covered with stubble, and his eyes were black and blue. He was sitting in the antechamber where the Pope received guests. The exquisitely arranged decorations did not attract his attention. He just looked nervously at the old man across from him.

"You mean, Bagis tried Muir and killed Muir in secret. After Arthur arrived, he killed Bagis and resurrected Muir. For this, he paid the price with his life?" the old man said slowly. He said that the aura of having been in power for many years in his bones made people hold their breath and listen attentively.

Mark nodded, his voice was hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbed together.

The old man took a deep breath, no emotion could be seen on his face, he nodded, and said lightly: "I remember I told you to keep an eye on Bagis, protect him, and use your life?"

Mark knelt down on the ground, lowered his head in embarrassment and indignation, "Yes, Your Majesty the Pope." The Pope rubbed his scepter to calm his emotions. He looked down at Mark, his eyes seemed to be full of anger, but he didn't seem to be there.

Such a long silent gaze made a lot of cold sweat break out on Mark's forehead.

"Hey, where's Bagis' body?" The Pope spoke again, still recovering his usual tone.

"Still, still on the way to the Holy Land."

The Pope smiled and nodded, "Go back and return to the Holy Land with Bagis, and tell the truth when you are on trial. Since this has already happened, don't blame yourself too much. The child's temper of Bagis is beyond me. Also clear."

With tears in his eyes, Mark thanked the Pope for his understanding and expressed his incompetence to the Lord before stepping down.

The smile on the Pope's face disappeared like dewdrops under the scorching sun. He removed the scepter and stood up, "Your Excellency, you can come out."

No one showed up, but a deep voice sounded in the pope's ear, "It's not bad to talk like this. I don't want to be entangled by your annoying magic circle."

"Hehe, please explain why you are here."

"Simple, prevent Muir from becoming Pope and expel him from the Holy See."

"Oh?" The Pope frowned, "Muir has the physique of a holy family, and he performed the best in the twelve quarterly exams, and has the best reputation among believers. He is the most suitable heir to the next Pope. Your Excellency, this idea is still early. Get rid of it."

"No matter how good he is, how can he compare to your son Bagis?" The ending sound picked up.

"What are you talking about? Bagis is just the holy son of the religion, and has nothing to do with me." The pope simply sat down and began to clean his scepter, looking leisurely.

"Heh heh heh, well, whatever you say, poor Baggis, his father didn't recognize him until he died, and he still wants to give his most wanted seat to the person who killed him... "The mysterious voice is as seductive as a demon.

The pope didn't answer, the smile on his face was dry and empty.

"If you agree to the deal, take down the most important holy stone in the Radiant Church on the day Muir takes over, and I will avenge him for you."

The heresy aura perceived by the Pope gradually faded away. He stopped wiping the scepter and looked at the ground with ecstasy.