Lost Seal

It's still a museum.

Ansbilis came for the second time, and he knew the way very well. Osiah was led by him, and his eyes looked at the artworks displayed on both sides from time to time.

"You like that statue?" Ansbilis asked.

Oscia shook her head and said, "No, I'm not interested in other people's nudes."

The corner of Ansbilis's mouth curled: "It's really not worth seeing."

Ossia became happy: "Is it! Is it! What about your figure, you really have to look at yourself in the mirror! Hahaha..."

Ansbilis: "..."

The two of them were leisurely and calm like real visitors. In contrast, Quentin, who was facing an enemy, seemed a little nervous.

It was still Timothy Greco who was talking to them.Known as "one of the Pope's successors", he actually started to take over the Pope's affairs a few months ago, preparing for the succession of the Pope, it can be said that there is a lot of work, and sending him to appear at this time shows that he attaches great importance to Ansbilis— —Although, for Ansbilis himself, it is really not an honor to deal with the famous old fox of the Holy See.

"I didn't expect that when we met for the second time, your address would change from Mr. Gangelo to Mr. McAvey. It's really a change in the world." Timothy said.

Ansbilis nodded and said, "Your sensitivity is indeed different from other people in the Holy See."

Timothy felt a little proud: "Do you want me to explain the reason?"

Ansbilis shook his head: "Not interested."

"..." He shouldn't expect the blood clan to support him, Timothy looked at Osiah, "It's the first time we meet, we have known you for a long time."

O'Sea said: "If you are a stock, I will definitely buy you."

Timothy looked puzzled: "I don't quite understand what you mean."

Oscia made a gesture of shooting at him with both hands: "I am very optimistic about you."

Ansbilis put his arms around his shoulders in displeasure, and said with a smile, "Honey, no matter how good you look at him, all he can serve is a glass of plain water with holy water. I promise it's not to your taste."

Timothy said: "If you like, I can also make coffee with holy water."

Ansbilis said: "Pour one-third of the packet of instant coffee, otherwise you won't be able to taste the holy water."

"...Let's end the pleasant chat and get to the point." Timothy invited them to sit down and said to Ansbilis, "What's your explanation for joining the Niuhui?"

Ansbilis said: "Where did you hear the nonsense?"

"I have a very reliable source of information," Timothy lied without changing his face. "It has been established for many years and has never made a mistake. It provided me with a very detailed list of the Nine Councils, and you are among them."

Ansbilis said: "This list doesn't come from the Pope's dream, does it?"

Timothy said: "I guarantee that His Majesty the Pope has slept very well recently, not even snoring. Don't change the subject." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and unfolded it slowly, unaware that Osiah and Anne Sbilisi stared at each other with two pairs of eyes, "Perhaps after hearing these names, it can arouse your memory."

"Irving Parker."

"Martin Boehner."

"David Edison."

Timothy continued to read, but Ansbilis suddenly interrupted: "Are you sure it's not David Beckham and Thomas Edison?"

Timothy was stunned for a moment, and only recovered when he heard Osia snicker: "I thought we were having a serious conversation."

Ansbilis said: "I have never heard of the names you mentioned."

"Really?" Timothy put down the paper, "What a coincidence, these are the list of the blood clans that were killed after Lilith came to the human world."

Ansbilis raised his eyebrows: "Obviously I am not."

Timothy said: "This doesn't show your innocence. Maybe you were the next target, but Lilith left too early before she could do it."

Ansbilis didn't even bother to explain. You know, at least one-third of the list in Timothy's hand was killed by him.He sneered and said, "So you want to impose unwarranted charges on me for a list of unknown origin?"

Timothy said: "Nijiuhui is the public enemy of the Nine Realms, I must deal with it carefully."

Seeing that the conversation between the two entered a meaningless deadlock, Osia finally came out to make a rescue: "We just know a little bit about the Nijiuhui in the human world." He briefly explained Gordon's origin and behavior, and Metat The part between Long and Mammon, he hesitated again and again, but still omitted it.Metatron's status in the Holy See is self-evident, and it would be bad if the other party thought he made up stories to blaspheme the angels.

After hearing what he said, Timothy was silent for a while and said, "Is there any evidence to prove it?"

Ossia said: "Gordon...there are no bones left. I'm afraid there is no way." Regardless of going to hell or going to heaven, Gordon is no longer in the human world.

Timothy said: "You should know that everything in this era pays attention to evidence."

Osia said: "You are right, and the benefit of doubt belongs to the defendant. The evidence for your accusation is too weak, please forgive us for not being able to agree."

Timothy sighed: "Since we can't resolve the deadlock, this matter can only be elevated to a negotiation between the Holy See and the blood race. Mr. Ansbilis cannot leave Rome for the time being. We will not restrict your actions, but will send People are watching your whereabouts."

He spoke so frankly that Osia was stunned. He wanted to refute a few words, but Ansbilis held him back.

"Okay, I accept." He agreed unexpectedly.

Not only O'Sea, but even Timothy looked at him unexpectedly several times, but Ansbilis behaved extremely calmly, without any flaws in his calmness.

Although Timothy had doubts about his calm, the words had been spoken, so he had to keep his doubts in his heart and send Quentin to "protect" them away.

Ansbilis and Osia seemed to think that it would be a disadvantage to come here without looking at anything, so they simply walked around the museum before leaving contentedly.Ansbilis had bought a house in Rome before. It was a villa on the outskirts of the city. The house was very large with four floors.

Ansbilisi graciously invited Quentin to stay, and Quentin agreed.

Both reasons are valid—

Ansbilis: "Instead of letting him peek out of the window, it's better to let him in in the open, so that he knows what to avoid."

Quentin: "It's too cold on the street at night."

Quentin lived up to his expectations.

In the dead of night and when his energy was boundless, Quentin stayed peacefully on the first floor, keeping a distance from the master bedroom on the third floor.

After the fierce battle, Ansbilis and Osia lay down and chatted.

Ossia said: "There must be a conspiracy in the Holy See." Timothy's performance today can be called "ugly food", and he couldn't wait to pour dirty water on Ansbilis. If there is no reason behind it, no one will believe.

Ansbilis said: "There are two possibilities. One is that there is some special reason that forced them to get rid of me, or to put it another way, to confront the blood race."

Ossia nodded: "What about two?"

Ansbilis stroked Osia's smooth back: "There is someone backing me up, so I have nothing to fear."

Osia said: "Is there anyone in the Holy See to support it, could it be that the Pope's father..." paused, and turned to look at Ansbilis.

Ansbilis shrugged, picked up the red wine on the bedside table, took a sip, put it in his mouth, turned his head and pinched Osiah's chin, and crossed over mouth to mouth.

Ossia frowned and said, "It's a little sour."

Ansbilis said: "If you are often jealous, you won't feel sour."

Ossia said, "Have you been jealous recently?"

Ansbilis said: "All the time. When you breathe, I mind that you inhale breath other than me; when you open your eyes, I mind that your eyes are reflected in other people's figures; when you smile, I mind that others appreciate ;When you're happy, I mind it's not just me."

Osia: "..." You should be worried about your lover's worsening condition, but your heart is so sweet and bubbling, what's the matter?Could it be that he has been assimilated after being with the mentally ill for a long time?

"Cough. Timothy's performance this time was really abrupt when he was talking about supporting the Holy See..." Oscia tried hard to get his thoughts back to business, but the other party didn't intend to cooperate.

Ansbilis said: "When you speak, I don't mind hearing other people's names."

Ossia said: "...We can use code names or nicknames to represent. For example, Timothy is represented by old D, and the pope is represented by King..."

Ansbilis was not pleased.

Osia said, "What's the matter?"

"You went out of your way to come up with nicknames for them," Ansbilis charged.

Ou Xiya: "..." Why does calling old D become a nickname after all?It's exhausting for a lover to be so unreasonable.

Ansbilisi saw that his face changed, so he accepted it as soon as he saw it: "We can use ABCD to express..."

……

With such a comparison, it seemed that I had really put my mind to it just now.

Osia secretly admitted his mistake.

Ansbilis said: "Although A has become the heir of the Holy See, the real power is still in the hands of B. Therefore, this time when A talks to us, it must be with the consent of B. Then, we can assume that in A And behind B, there may be a C, which makes them feel confident. And this list is most likely provided by C. Now, what we have to consider is who C is."

Ossia felt dizzy when he heard this, and raised his forehead and said, "So, this question is that A and B are known numbers, should you find the unknown number C?"

Ansbilis said: "C must meet three conditions. First, he has the unconditional trust of the Holy See. Second, with him, the Holy See has the confidence to challenge the blood race." He did not forget that when Lilith came to the world At the time of the world, how did the Holy See panic and want to ally with the blood race. "Third, he has the list of Nine Clubs."

Ossia's heart skipped a beat.

Ansbilis slowly spit out a name: "Metatron."

His complexion was not very good, and his goodwill towards Metatron was exhausted: "Obviously, the last parting was just his strategic retreat."

Osia felt that Metatron was not like this kind of person, his holiness and nobility were not a pretense, but Ansbilis analyzed it well, and he couldn't refute it for a while.