Fans always think he's a jerk

The Red Clothes Conference is about to be held.

Seven bishops came one after another, and they sat down at the long table one by one.

The Holy Son Reliant came here in a wheelchair. His left leg was broken yesterday, his arm was also wrapped in bandages, and his face was pale.

Although fragile, but not embarrassed.

He smiled slightly and nodded to the seven bishops.

The green eyes contained deep meaning.

Rilian sat across from Louis.

Each occupies one end of the long table, fighting against each other.

All movements fell silent.

While it was quiet, a heavy atmosphere gradually spread.

The air seemed to become sticky, pressing heavily on everyone, making everyone unconsciously solemn.

Except Louis.

His posture was relaxed, his hands were propped on the table, and there was a faint smell of blood on his body.

Because he just personally dealt with a cardinal who blatantly resisted him, and after killing him, he randomly arrested a congregation and asked him to succeed him on the spot.

The new bishop was still wearing the cassock with the temperature of the previous bishop, not daring to look up, shivering on the chair.

There is an hourglass in front of Louis, and there is not much time left.

He was a little bored, so he simply bent his knuckles and tapped on the table regularly.

The sound of "Duk Tuk" sounded again and again, knocking into the bottom of everyone's heart.

Dead silence.

It's time.

Louis turned the hourglass over and made a soft sound.

He raised his eyes slightly, the black eyes were dark and thick, but his face was extremely calm: "Let's start."

"Give you an hourglass time."

The moment Louis exited, the powerful aura subsided slightly, almost letting everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

A senior bishop protested: "That's unreasonable, an hourglass? How can such a short—" time be enough?

Louis said lightly, "Huh?"

All of a sudden there was no sound.

"The old pope suddenly fell ill in the early hours of last night." Louis said in a cold voice: "The rescue was not timely, and he is now unconscious."

"Dying."

In fact, it was Louis who went to forcefully extract a confession last night, trying to find out where the Pope's scepter was hidden.

It's a pity that the old guy's temper is as stubborn as a donkey's, and he won't open his mouth even if he is beaten to death.

Louis said regretfully: "Why did you just hang your breath and not die?"

Rilian sneered: "With the scepter, the old pope will not die before the next pope is crowned."

Meaning let Louis die that heart.

Louis nodded slightly: "Then his death is coming soon."

Such a straightforward sentence made the bishop who supported the Pope and the Son feel sullen.

But no one dared to protest.

Louis felt a little bored, he even wondered if his elf was up now?Are you having breakfast?

When he left this morning, as usual, he bent down to Aiker, who was sleeping soundly, and gently pressed a kiss on the corner of the elf's lips, taking a mouthful of sweetness.

"Really?" Reliant's blue eyes were cold, but she asked back with a smile, her tone was drawn out, and her voice was extremely soft.

Immediately afterwards, he looked at the seven bishops one by one, and only one or two acquaintances were left after being killed by Louis.

Reliant's appearance is very dominant, blonde hair and blue eyes are a very aggressive combination, but it is softened by his face, and his smile is more gentle.

Best for winning people's hearts.

He changed his voice: "What I will say next, I guarantee that I will make it come true when I become Pope Empress. To show my sincerity, I will promise to the God of Light."

Reliant clenched his fist with his left hand and pressed it against his right chest. It should have been his right hand, so he apologized: "Great God of Light, please forgive me for being disrespectful to you."

Louis frowned disgustedly and snorted coldly.

The God of Light is dead long ago. If it weren't for this group of hypocritical congregants to condense their faith, that bullshit contract would not have come into effect relying on the so-called godhead.

Reliant ignored him, he lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and said sincerely: "I swear to you, if I become the next pope, I will lead all the congregation, please give me your respect at my coronation ceremony." The Holy See casts the light of blessing."

"...I will further let your brilliance shine on the entire continent, let the Holy See absorb more people who believe in you, and the dark races including the Dark Forest will also surrender under your feet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and looked at all the cardinals one by one, saying word by word: "I guarantee that in this process, no believer will die innocently."

As Reliant expected, these high-sounding words he said were believed to be true by this group of poor people who were suppressed under the power.

The Protestant even looked at himself like a savior.

Choose me, Reliant said in her heart, I will use the entire Holy See to cultivate the flowers that Ms. Roy loves.

He looked at Louis and gave him a triumphant smile.

Louis just found it ridiculous that stupid human beings should be ruled by power before they can submit.

His eyes were exceptionally sharp, revealing his tyranny and insidiousness: "Don't forget what you said before you died these days."

Embarrassment flashed across the faces of the seven cardinals, and fear was hidden deep inside.

Voting begins.

The meeting to select the successor pope adopts a non-anonymous voting system. Each cardinal can only cast one vote, and the one with the most wins.

So every time a similar meeting ends, the seven cardinals have to be replaced.

A long silence.

No one spoke.

The hourglass is half leaked.

Louis looked at the cardinal on his right with dark eyes, signaling him to be the young bird.

The other party swallowed, looked at Louis, then at Reliant, and closed his eyes: "My vote is for the Holy Son."

One vote for Raylane.

Immediately after the second cardinal: "I am also optimistic about Rilian."

Riliane two votes.

A third cardinal: "I look forward to the era under Cardinal Louis."

Louis one vote.

Fourth place: "I choose Riliane."

Riliane three votes.

Fifth place: "I choose Saint——"

Louis' dark eyes turned to him.

The fifth immediately changed his words: "Compared with the Holy Son, I think Bishop Louis is more suitable to lead the Holy See."

"The Holy See needs power."

Louis two votes.

The sixth did not hesitate: "The Pope's scepter should be in the hands of Bishop Louis."

Lewis three votes.

The votes of the two sides were tied, and there was only the last one left, the new bishop who had just succeeded. His votes determined who would win between Louis and Reliant.

Facing the double eyes of Louis and Reliant, he broke out in cold sweat and trembled.

Louis was the last bishop killed in his face.

The blood seemed to be still splattering in front of him, the new bishop took a breath, looked fixedly at Louis, and opened his mouth: "I, I choose—"

"Wait." Reliant said with a dark face, "I hope you can listen to me."

"The cardinal you just succeeded is not very clear about everything, let me explain it for you."

Reliant's blue eyes tightly grasped the new bishop's sight: "When Louis was 20 years old, his temperament changed drastically, from a gentle and elegant nobleman to a murderous one."

Louis listened intently: "Continue."

Reliant spoke slowly: "He entered the Holy See after he inherited the Duke's throne, and was elected bishop by relying on the 'vine' that was said to be bestowed by God, and falsified the canon."

"I think," he concluded, "that the bloody murder weapon could not have been divine, and that Louis was more likely a demon in human skin."

Reliant said softly, "The real Louis died five years ago."

He asked the new bishop: "Are you going to choose a demon as Pope?"

Louis thought in his heart, generally speaking, what Reliant said was true, and he didn't know if anyone would believe it.

He looked around, there were skeptics, and most of them felt that Rilian was crazy about trying to canvass votes, and they were talking nonsense.

In playing human beings, the Dark God is still very confident.

Humans are very complex creatures, they have all the sins of the seven deadly sins, strangely fused in their hearts.

And Louis just magnified one point several times.

He stretched his brows and eyes, and only glanced at the new bishop.

The new bishop was trembling, those black eyes seemed to capture his soul, instilling infinite malice inside.

With a trembling voice, he stopped looking at Reliant and said firmly, "I choose Bishop Louis."

Lewis four votes.

He won.

Rilian didn't expect that the result was completely opposite to what he had expected. For the first time, he darkened his face and looked at Louis with dark eyes.

After a moment, his smile widened abnormally again, and he started chatting in a very weird way: "There is a meeting to be held today, you must have been in a hurry when you went out."

Louis frowned: "What do you want to say?"

Rilian smiled: "It's nothing, just to remind you, have you forgotten anything important?"

Louis frowned.

Rilian leaned on the wheelchair and asked lightly: "Don't you understand?"

"Bishop Louis, oh no, it should be the Pope now."

"I just want to say," Rilian said word by word, "don't be too happy too early, be careful that extreme joy turns into sorrow."

He laughed, blue eyes full of joy.

Louis turned cold instantly, thinking in his heart, what is his most important thing?

He realized in vain.

What else could he care about?

There's only one Eckel left.

Louis looked sharply: "Do you dare to touch him?"

Rilian laughed maniacally: "I'm already like this."

"What's not to dare?"

The vines exploded in an instant.

Rilian didn't care, and the corners of his lips curled slightly: "If it's a little later, he will really die."

As Kaisen said, Eckel did not see Louis the next day. He found the wooden box after breakfast.

Avoid the old housekeeper and set off with Mutu.

He saw Kaisen waiting for him in a familiar place.

Kaisen didn't say much, took Aikeer's hand, and started walking according to the route in his mind.

Aikeer hugged Mutu and ran in small steps, barely keeping up with Kaisen's hasty pace.

Due to time constraints, Kaisen couldn't take into account Aiker's short legs.

They walked for a long time, and Eckel didn't count the time, he only knew that his feet hurt badly.

In order not to waste time, he just wrinkled his small face and endured the pain.

If Kaisen hadn't noticed something was wrong and looked back, he might have to walk for a long time to find out.

He didn't say much, and hugged Aikeer neatly.

too suddenly!

Aikeel exhaled softly, and thanked him softly.

But this is indeed a lot faster, because he is not dragged down.

After walking quickly for a while, Kaisen whispered: "Here we are."

His pace finally slowed down.

Aiker looked up, but found something wrong: "Is there blood on the ground?"

Kaisen frowned and took a look: "It should not be cleaned up."

He always felt that something was wrong, but success was right in front of him, and he didn't think too much about it, so he continued on.

Aikeer breathed a sigh of relief, lowered his head and rubbed the sleeping Mutu awake: "Mutu Mutu, we are almost there!"

"Don't sleep."

The next moment, he felt Kaisen's body stiffen and stopped.

Aiker looked up suspiciously: "Why don't you go—"

Eckel was also dumbfounded.

Because the road ahead of them is full of corpses.

Holding the vine in his hand, Louis stood in the middle covered in blood.

The white robes were stained blood red by the splashing blood, and the blood kept flowing down the lines of the clothes.

Louis, dressed in red, seemed to be an evil ghost climbing up from hell, with loose black hair and an unusual ferocity.

He slowly raised his eyes, the dark eyes were devoid of any human emotion.

Until he saw Aiker curled up in Kaisen's arms.

Aike stared blankly at Louis, whose hands were covered in blood. The vine was covered with spikes, and the blood flowed to the ground.

He grabbed Kaisen's arm and couldn't help shrinking back.

The look in Louis' eyes was terrifying.

It was as if he wanted to swallow his whole elf alive, and swallowed it fiercely.

Louis stared at Eckel's stunned eyes right and wrong, and narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were abnormally cold.

He suddenly let out a hoarse chuckle from his throat.

Then he walked towards them step by step.

The author has something to say: It feels like the end is coming, and it may not feel right

Ask the babes in advance what extra episodes they want to watch, if no one says anything, I will just write it myself so as to provoke QWQ