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His Majesty the Pope who was evaluated as "pretending to be cute" is not annoyed at all. To be honest, being able to "pretend to be cute" means that he is really "very cute". This is equivalent to a compliment. Why are you angry, cheeky Pope His Majesty thought without guilt.

"It seems that it is impossible for the two of us to find the answer in such a short period of time. If I want to open the manuscript to people outside the Holy See, you shouldn't mind."

Fansherich, "If it's not the regent of the Garter Empire or the blood prince, I don't mind."

Yannick got shot in the knee, "..."

A smile flashed across Vansherich's eyes, and then he sighed lightly, "Your Majesty, I understand your intentions very well. Closure will not make the Holy See progress. At best, it will only bring about more serious consequences. If you think it is necessary , you don’t need to ask my opinion, you must know that you are the supreme existence.”

He moved his body slightly, changed to a half-kneeling posture of allegiance, and said seriously: "No matter what it was before, I am no longer the Pope. Because of the mistakes made by the teacher, you did not dismiss me, but let me Continuing to serve as the archbishop is already a great trust in me. I will not ignore my position and responsibilities and make acts of arrogance. You only need to do it according to your will. After handing over the Pope's scepter to you At that moment, I already had this awareness.”

This is the true character of a hero who can afford to let go, Yannick secretly sighed, he is good at trying to figure out people's hearts, of course he can see that Vanserich is not saying nice things in hypocrisy, but out of sincerity.Even for Yannick himself, he is not sure whether he can leave the highest position like Vanserich and quickly adjust his role.

Of course, Vanserich also has ambitions, and his ambition is probably not smaller than that of Yannick, but now, he has transformed his ambition of being a good pope into his ambition of assisting Yannick dutifully. The essence is more valuable.

Thinking of this, Yannick laughed and said sincerely: "Thank you, Arthur, I used to only regard you as a partner or a partner with a tacit understanding, but if you allow me, I hope now I can treat you as a real friend."

The man must not realize the charm of his smile.

"I..." Vanserich only had time to utter a single word.

"What are you doing?" The disconcerting voice recalled that the mage in black was standing at the door of the tent, just as if Fansherich interrupted their good deed just now, and now the role of the light bulb has been replaced.

"We are doing some ulterior things. Even if you are interested, we will not let you join." His Excellency the archbishop in red said with a bit of malice.

"..." Yannick was a little speechless. He didn't expect that the serious-looking Vaserich would have such a childish behavior that must be revenged.

The black-clothed mage's eyes were extremely sharp in the dimness, as if he didn't notice the cold face of "you are not welcome here" on Fansherich's face, and asked, "What happened to the spell just now?"

Yannick: "That spell is my experiment in the study of the big prophecy. Chris, you came at the right time. Maybe there are more people and more power. You can help us find the answer."

Fanserich was expressionless: "Your Majesty, I think it would be more appropriate to ask Simon to come in than him."

Yannick was helpless: "Okay, Arthur, don't lose your temper anymore. Chris has a strong research spirit. With him around, our progress will be much faster."

"Excuse me, I seem to have heard you mention my name?" A white bearded head poked in from behind Chris, blinking.

Fanserich: "..."

Yannick: "..."

This spell, known as the most secretive and powerful spell in the Holy See, has no secrets at all, okay?

After a long meal, the number of people sitting in front of the original scroll changed from two to five.

Yannick, Vaserich, Chris, Simon, and the blood prince Ansair.

Yannick briefly told them about the results of his research with Vanserich and what happened just now. "...This is probably the case. We hope to restore the original power of the Great Prophecy from this lengthy spell."

Although the great prophecy is known as the highest secret of the Holy See, in fact, the reason why Yannick did not open it to all the priests like other spells is that it is only worried that it will be used by people with intentions, become a sharp sword to hurt people, or be used by those The priest, who is eager to learn but lacks foundation, took it to study, but these people in front of him are obviously people whom Yannick believes can be completely trusted.

Simon stroked the soft white beard on his chin. He had just read the spell and the dense notes next to it from beginning to end, "I just tried to recite this spell silently in my heart. Although I don't have the talent for light magic, But you can still feel the throbbing of the magic power in your body. It can be seen that the power of this spell is indeed very powerful. According to my guess, every word in it has its use. If you delete it at will, it will appear as unpredictable as before situation, so I don't think spells should be improved from a subtractive perspective."

Fansherich shook his head: "As you said, the incantation is too lengthy. If it is not cut properly, how can we ensure that the caster will not be disturbed in the process of reciting the incantation? I even think that some modified words in it It was added by later generations to praise the greatness and perfection of the gods."

"No, you're wrong." The blood prince shook his finger, "On the contrary, it's not humans who like to sing their praises with gorgeous rhetoric, but gods."

As a vampire with a lifespan far longer than that of everyone present, Ans is fully qualified to refute him, and Vansherich did not show dissatisfaction.

"I agree with Simon's words. Blood races don't need spells, but I do feel some kind of divine power fluctuations from this text."

"Divine power?" Yannick grasped the word.

"Yes," Ans said meaningfully, "Just like I once felt from the Father God, the Goddess of Light is also a god. As the person closest to the goddess, the Pope should also inherit this divine power. In my opinion , the great prophecy is actually the release of divine power."

Fansherich frowned: "But before I quit my job, every time I finish reciting the Great Prophecy, I can only feel ordinary magic fluctuations, and the magic effect is about the same as the upper limit I can usually achieve."

An Si said lazily: "Ah, so I guess you should have missed a certain key link, but this link is not in the spell itself, it may be somewhere else."

He was sitting next to Yannick, stretched his waist after speaking, and deliberately brushed his hand over the sensitive area of ​​His Majesty's waist, causing him to tremble unconsciously.

Yannick: "..." You bastard!

Chris glanced at An Si coldly, and obviously noticed the movement, but what he uttered was a word he didn't want to do: "Orb."

"What?" Simon asked inexplicably.

"You mean the orb in the statue's hand?" Fansherich quickly realized.

Chris nodded: "You said that the idol itself is a key."

His words are always concise and concise, but everyone understands what he means in seconds.

Since the god is like a key, and the orb held by the goddess can emit light, is the great prophecy itself related to that orb?

Fansherich: "But that orb is still in the Althea Auditorium..."

Yannick took out the magic bag, and then took out a white smooth sphere the size of a leather ball with both hands: "No, dear Arthur, I brought it out."

Fanserich: "..."

Fanserich was in a mess in the wind!

The beads inlaid on the idol were actually stolen by His Majesty the Pope and picked out!

And he didn't know anything about it!

He stared at His Majesty, the most inconsequential Pope in history, completely speechless.

Yannick spread his hands: "You should thank me, Arthur, otherwise we would have no choice but to turn around and get it now. I thought there might be a problem with the statue, but the statue is too big and heavy. The magic bag It won't fit at all, and even if it did, I wouldn't be able to move it, so I'll just make do with this bead. See, now it'll come in handy?"

Vanserich took a deep breath to control his urge to growl.

Over there, Simon has picked up the bead, touched it again and again, and even injected magic power into it.

"Huh? This is really weird. It will absorb my magic power, but I can't feel any magic fluctuations from it."

"Yes, I've tried it," Yannick joked, "Maybe we should turn it into powder and try again."

His words drew another blank stare from Vanserich.

Yannick had no choice but to touch his nose and show a harmless smile.

Turning orbs into powder is certainly not a good idea, but everyone has studied for a long time, but they have not been able to find any truth from the stone bead or the original parchment scroll, and they have to continue on their way tomorrow, coupled with mental fatigue , everyone can only put this matter aside first, and prepare for a good rest.

Vanserich was worried that Yannick would really destroy the bead if he couldn't think about it, so he insisted on keeping the bead and asked him to keep it. Of course, Yannick had no objection, but when he left the tent, the cardinal felt very uncomfortable. Don't worry, he added another sentence behind His Majesty the Pope: "Your Majesty, we have to hurry tomorrow, please don't be taken advantage of by the hateful thieves and waste too much energy."

Yannick staggered violently.

So when he returned to the tent and saw Chris sitting there waiting for him, His Majesty the Pope said righteously: "I'm tired, I'm going to rest, Chris, not tonight!"

The black-clothed mage's face was paralyzed: "I just want to sleep with you and do nothing."

Yannick coughed lightly: "Well, if it's just sleeping, it's still fine."

The night in the forest is really too cold. It is better to have someone's body temperature to cuddle up to each other than to fall asleep alone.

When a pair of arms crossed his waist and hugged him tightly, Yannick suddenly remembered: "Where's Ans?"

As a person, he didn't come in to fight for favor, which is too unusual.

Chris: "When he just walked out of the tent, I cast a holding spell on him. It depends on his luck when he can untie it."

Yannick: "..."

Chris must have discovered Ans’ little tricks against him just now, but having said that, Chris was slightly weaker than Ans in the past, but now he can cast a holding spell on a generation of vampires. Does this mean that Chris’s Another level of magic?But even so, with Ans' ability, it's impossible to be trapped for a long time, right? ...

With messy thoughts in his head, the silver-haired priest didn't even know when he fell asleep.

When he woke up the next day, Yannick found that after a night's rest, his spirit had recovered a lot, but the number of people sleeping with him had changed from one to two.

The two arms from one left and one right respectively occupied half of his body, and his silver hair was intertwined with theirs, creating a sense of confusion that could not be distinguished from each other.

The silver-haired priest was speechless for a moment, and began to try to get up.

The sounds of his companions walking back and forth could already be heard outside the tent, and he could even hear Anna pestering Augustine again.

You have to get up quickly, otherwise Yannick doesn't want to experience the embarrassment of being barged in by Vaserich like last night.

"Honey, it's still early, you can sleep for a while!" The blood prince's lazy voice sounded from the right.

"I think my skin is a little thinner than yours, Your Excellency." His Majesty the Pope mocked, "And I didn't know that a guest broke into the tent last night."

Chris also woke up a long time ago. Obviously, when Ans came in last night, Yannick didn't notice because he was in a deep sleep, but it was impossible for Chris not to notice. He just didn't want to wake Yannick up, so he acquiesced. He saw another man's behavior, but he didn't say anything, he just stood up silently and buttoned the robe of the silver-haired priest.

What I wanted to do was preempted by half a step, and with the fixing spell last night, His Excellency the Prince silently wrote down the account, showing a brighter smile: "Honey, what do you want for breakfast?"

The atmosphere of the team seems to be relaxed and peaceful, but in fact, the speed of traveling during the day is not slow. Everyone has a string in their hearts, and this string is the monster.

Even though everything looks normal now, everyone knows that this is just an appearance. After entering Tumaco City, this kind of peace and normality will no longer exist.

If you want to go to the Dark Forest, the most convenient way is to start from Tumaco City. Of course, it is not impossible to walk around, but the mountain road is rugged, and it will take more than twice as long as Tumaco City. What they lack most now is It's time.

Looking from a high place, Tumaco City stands there alone, with the city gate wide open, as if there are still some figures coming in and out, and it does not turn into a sea of ​​undead or low-level monsters as imagined. The group's target was too conspicuous, of course they couldn't just enter the city in such a big way.

The magic scroll came in handy at this time. An invisibility scroll worth as much as one hundred gold coins can only be used on two people at a time, and only His Majesty the Pope, who is rich and powerful, can take out a dozen at a time, and bless everyone The effect of invisibility.

Although the invisibility scroll is easy to use, it is not a panacea. It is conceivable that the smell and sound are difficult to cover up, and if attacked, the invisibility will automatically fail. However, Yannick and the others are not inexperienced rookies. In the territory of monsters, it is natural to be careful.

Yannick still remembered that when he passed by Tumaco City, it was a bustling city, but now, the bustling scene is gone forever. Everyone couldn't help frowning.

And they also discovered that the "figure" they saw in the distance just now was not the "person" they thought, but an undead.

These undead seemed to be manipulated by some kind of force, and they went back and forth in a daze, doing all kinds of work. They were human beings before they were alive, but their movements are more rigid now.

There are still some things scattered on the street, the food is dusty and moldy, the doors of some shops are open, and the inside is empty, only some scattered things are thrown on the ground.

The wind whizzed past, and the whole city looked like a dead city.

Suddenly, a scream came from a distance, breaking the dead silence of the city.