[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

——Take back the dragon's lair.

After the three left, the young man sat blankly for a long time, and then took off his mask in the darkness.He shook his robe and relit the surrounding candles.

From Quina and the others' point of view, Delin might be conveying the will of God just now—but in fact, at the moment when the darkness fell, he was just like the three of them, a believer who stood quietly. The four words "Linde" said were still endlessly surging in his mind, and Delin had to press his temples with both hands and rub them gently.

Have you reached the point where you can regain the theocracy?Delin was a little confused, he didn't seem to be doing anything... This confusion became more and more profound with the surge of thinking, and Delin had to give up thinking, walked to a corner of the room, and took out a set of ordinary clothes.Calculating the time, Sears' matter should have been dealt with almost. Delin replaced the black robe, carefully folded it, covered it with the mask, and put them together in the package.

Delin put on his coat again, returned the Anjaka blade, and then returned to the table with the stack of things, flipping through a black book.

"Cases of Disagreement Handling in the Old Holy See..." In the book, various case methods are copied in beautiful cursive characters, with brush strokes ranging from immature to sharp. These are the notes that Sears has made himself over the past few years.Delin looked carefully with his chin propped up, and unconsciously rubbed the rim of the teacup with his right hand.

When Sears came, he happened to see Delin's pensive appearance. Perhaps because he was a little tired, the boy's face was pressed against his arm, and his eyes were staring blankly at the notes.Seeing the arrival of the envoy, Delin just shifted his eyes and raised his head innocently, "I don't understand..."

Sears walked over with a sigh: "Why are you so depressed?"

"Uncomfortable." Delin straightened his back and covered the note, "Is today going well?"

Sears hummed, "The godfather means, leave them alone, so that at least the waters will be within our field of vision. And the arrival of West Cassler will definitely bring about subversion to Meng Zhong's pattern in the short term , we can't tolerate her staying there for too long... In other words, we need to kill her before things get out of control—"

Delin was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized: Sicastler can now fully represent the will of the Holy See of Oswald, and her support will bring great help to the three veins.Similarly, Goosen also needs help from the three veins. As long as the two parties are on the line, then whether it is Bran's vein or the old Oswaldway sect, they will be severely injured—or even destroyed—under the impact of this combined force.

kill...

Chewing on this word, Delin pinched his fingers lightly: "I..." But the sentence just started, Sears suddenly changed his face, and tightened Delin's forcefully.

"...As for the person who will execute this, we will decide at that time." Sears closed his eyes, and the panic in his heart surged upwards—yes, beheading Sikassler logically belongs to Delin Fate, but whenever he thinks of the end of his previous life, Sears will feel an uncontrollable sense of emptiness.No one knows whether this history will be changed, Delin's life or death, all of this is unknown.

Or, death is the fateful choice.

Delin couldn't understand Sears' uneasiness, so he just hesitated and skipped the topic for the time being: "So, the southern border?"

"...Let me go." Seeing the boy's dodging eyes, Sears sighed, "The godfather means that if I can win this honor, I will not be far away from becoming a regular, and I can also officially Form your own holy army, with a general transfer order - this way things will be much easier. The action of beheading Sikassler has a greater guarantee, and after success, I may be temporarily imprisoned for crimes, and the godfather will be responsible Help us delay, and the family - those bastards will not sit idly by. And after you are done with the affairs of Islam, send the notice, I can be promoted from a 'sinner' to a 'good man', relying on this ladder, It is enough to go to the position originally set by the family."

Regarding Delin's decision, Sears talked directly to the godfather after seeking the teenager's consent.His Majesty Pope Alethek means: Since the interests are related, the risk of taking action sooner or later is not much different, so it is better to take advantage of the best time and finish the matter directly.

Bran is at a disadvantage in one-on-one and three, and only the remnants of the Old School are at a disadvantage.None of them retreated, and they were also forced to the edge of the cliff. Such a joint thunder strike seemed to be the most simple, crude and meaningful method.

Delin was silent for a while: "What if I don't succeed?"

"Then we will die together." Sears said lightly.

The room was silent for a while, and then Delin gently shook Sears' hand.The two acquiesced to this handling method at the same time, and quickly put it behind them.It is still unclear what the battlefield ahead looks like, so there is no need to worry about it.

Sears and Delin walked out side by side and said, "Go to the opera tonight."

"what is it call?"

Sears thought for a while, "I forgot...it's probably a romantic drama?"

……

The old man was sitting in front of the mirror, tapping his fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair, while behind him, the young man was combing his hair, still muttering endlessly: "Why do you always want to go in person?... Brother really didn't say anything. Wrong, the old man just can’t persuade him.”

"I just want to see the young people of the new era!" the old man plausibly said.

The background sound is opera music outside the room. The performer wears heavy makeup, a hairstyle that takes more than two hours to shape, a tight tunic and a pleated skirt held up by a pannier.She does exaggerated movements, but the movements are not less elegant and strangely dynamic.

The old man closed his eyes and followed the beats of the songs about love, seeming intoxicated and drowsy.

Someone pushed the door and walked in—it was the messenger of the gear.The man loosened his neckline with one hand, while complaining: "Oh, I, a pseudo-noble, have been ridiculed thousands of times by those guys outside. ——Master, are you okay?"

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and his complexion was not as ugly as it was a few days ago, "Okay, the two children are still here, right?"

"No." The man came over and pressed the back of the wheelchair, subconsciously wanted to take out a cigarette but stopped, complained and pushed the old man out, "I don't appreciate your taste."

The two walked through the quiet corridor and came out of the room of Sears and Delin accompanied by singing. The two were lying side by side on the sofa and talking softly. When the waiter knocked on the door, they were both stunned.

"What's the matter?" Delin asked.

The waiter respectfully placed the tray containing something in front of the two, "There is an old gentleman who wants to see two guests." He didn't know that the badge contained in the tray was engraved with the icon of a gear. A faint metallic halo reflected in the room where the floating lights could be turned off.

The smile on Sears' face quickly subsided when the waiter entered the door—after all, he used the identity of Tees—he and Delin exchanged glances, and turned the ring on his finger thoughtfully: "……please come in."

The waiter lowered his head and leaned slightly to express his understanding, and then retreated.After a while, there was the sound of the metal wheels of the wheelchair rolling. Delin turned his head and saw the man's face.

It was a kind old man on the outside, but inside was full of blades.