glorious fall

The priest of pharmacology was quickly brought here, but Sunderland had almost vomited up the food in his stomach. Tang Glass anxiously helped him to lie down on the soft couch. The priest of pharmacology sat beside him and asked: " My lord, do you feel any discomfort?"

Sandra touched her chest with palpitations, and replied: "It's not a big problem. Maybe it's because I ate my stomach. I always want to vomit in the past two days-maybe the fruit I ate that day made me suffer."

The pharmacology priest nodded, "Please wait a moment, and allow me to conduct further examinations for you later."

He retreated first, and before he left, he asked Sandra to drink some hot water mixed with honey, and Sandra followed the instructions, waiting for the priest to go back to get his medicine box.

He drank a few sips of honey water, felt his stomach was swollen again, put down the water and looked up to Tang Glass, "I feel a little uncomfortable now, maybe it would be better to give me some sour food?"

Tangglass turned his head and told Childe, who was waiting outside, to go to the kitchen to get some sour food.

When Childe brought a tray of green raisin cheese, freshly squeezed orange juice, blueberry cobbler and baked green apple pie, Sandra smelled the tempting aroma of the food and felt that she couldn't wait.

Tangglass helped him up to lean on the bed, and then took the tray, "Don't move, I can see that you are very hungry, but dear, I think you should take your time, don't stuff your stomach."

Sandra smiled wryly, "Why do you still care about these things at this time?" Before finishing speaking, a piece of pie was handed over to her mouth, "Stop talking, this is your favorite blueberry pie."

Sandra ate it obediently, and said, "It's not as sour as I imagined. Well, why did I think it was sour and sweet before? Now it's just too sweet."

Tang Glass picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, subconsciously frowned, "No way, Sandra, something is wrong with your sense of taste? This is much more sour than what you ate before, I guess it's because of the addition of lemon juice."

Childe also replied on the side: "Your Majesty is right, because you want to eat sour, my lord, so I asked them to add some lemon juice, uh, maybe you can try something else?"

Sandra ate another piece of cheese, drank a few sips of orange juice, and still shook her head, "No, I can only taste the sweetness of honey."

Tang Glass stood up worriedly, wanting to see if the pharmacology priest had come.

Sandra wanted to hold him back and tell him not to worry, but at this moment Childe suddenly spoke out, and his expression was a little weird.

"Your Majesty, my lord bishop, I think, I have a guess, maybe I will say it—"

"Speak quickly, Schelde! Don't hesitate!" Tanglas interrupted him irritably.

Childe didn't dare to evade any more, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, you also know that my wife has given birth to three children for my lord. Every time she becomes pregnant, she behaves like this from the beginning."

"..."

Sandra and Tangglass looked at each other.

Only then did Childe slowly come to a conclusion: "So, my humble guess is that His Excellency Bishop is very likely to be pregnant."

"..."

The pharmacology priest was a little shocked and said: "God, my lord, you are pregnant!"

The blush on Sandra's face did not dissipate, and he glared at it viciously. His Majesty the Pope next to him was already laughing beyond description. To sum it up in Caelius' words, he was proudly raising his tail to the sky.

After many "shocks" and surprises, Sandra finally accepted the fact that she was pregnant for more than a month. Although she agreed to Tang Glass at the beginning, she still felt awkward after she really calmed down. I already feel worried enough about my body, but I still want to be with Tangglass so openly and have a child belonging to them, and I don’t have any scruples about those cardinals at all...

A thin cloak was draped over his shoulders, and he looked up at Tang Glass's smiling eyes, "What are you thinking about? I just watched you holding the hot water in your hand in a daze."

Sandra put down the hot water, with a slight smile on her face, "No, I'm just thinking about how to make him grow up healthily in the future."

Tang Glass shook his head and laughed, and scratched his cheek, "You really think too far, and now he has just run into your belly."

Sandra pushed his hand away, "Maybe, I think he will be a happy child, and also a... good obedient child."

Tangglass hugged him and rubbed his hair vigorously.

In the mansion of Cardinal Fentleyl, a green fur-trimmed carriage stopped slowly. Wood Monterey quickly lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage. He walked up to the driver and whispered a few words. The coachman nodded at him, and then slowly drove the carriage away from Fentrell's mansion.

The attendant at the door stopped him, "I'm sorry, sir, maybe you should introduce yourself, the guests who come and go with our lord bishop all have distinguished identities, I hope—" He looked at Shang Wood with some sinister eyes, unconsciously He lowered his voice, "Perhaps, I hope you can tell us your identity, so that we can repay the bishop more happily. He must be sincerely happy for your arrival."

Wood took off his felt hat lightly, with disdain in his eyes, "Fuckers, remember to go in and tell your bishop that his good partner is here, Wood of the Monterey family, remember, just tell him like this, don't make mistakes One word."

Anger flashed across the attendant's face quickly. Due to Wood's aura, he had to agree and ran in hastily.

Soon, the attendant ran out panting, his expression and tone were much more respectful and polite than before, "It turned out to be Mr. Monterey, sorry, my lord told me to invite you in quickly, he can't wait to see you."

Wood snorted, and walked slowly inside with him, and saw that the decoration on the outside of the mansion was not brilliant, but the inside was dazzling. Statues painted with gold powder can be seen everywhere, and they are so exquisite that people are obsessed with them. As for the turquoise Sapphire, ruby, topaz, amethyst, agate, etc. are as easy to reach as potatoes and corn that can be seen everywhere in the countryside. Wood grew up with Dave Monterey since he was a child, and he has long been familiar with these shiny golden things. He mocked: "Hey, your lord bishop really likes these things as always. God bless His Majesty the Pope, he still looks down on these little hobbies of his. I hope he doesn't mess up our cooperation."

The attendant didn't dare to answer, so he could only obediently responded. By the time he brought Wood Monterey to Fentley's study, he was already sweating coldly in the cold weather.

"You can go, don't be so scared," Wood squinted at him, "Do you want me to help you and kick you out?"

The attendant quickly disappeared while crawling.

Wood dusted off his chest, put the felt hat on his head for a moment, and then knocked on the door.

"Tuk-tuk--tuk-tuk-"

The door was pulled open vigorously, and then Fentrell's slightly withered face flashed, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Wood, my old friend, I'm very happy—" He wanted to give the stern-faced Wood a warm hug , but is dodged by the near-annoyed Mr. Executioner.

"Master Bishop of Findley," he took off his hat and patted the bishop on the shoulder, "Our Monterey family has always been very supportive of you, what do you think?"

Fentley nodded, with an eager and almost flattering smile on his face, "Oh, it's not appropriate to discuss these things here, maybe you should come in and sit down, and we'll talk about it slowly, do you think that's okay?"

Wood followed him into the door, and Fentelier asked the attendants to prepare some snacks and hot tea in a blink of an eye, sat opposite Wood himself, and asked, "Then, is there anything I can do for you to come here?"

Wood said calmly: "Master Bishop, what impression do you have of Sandra Demon, Bishop of Leman?"

Fentelier froze for a moment, thought for a while before answering: "Archbishop Demont, I only became the archbishop at the Truffle Festival last year. After I came to the imperial capital, I only had him at the ceremony of St. Mikavellu Church. Saw him at the dinner that night, he was young and good-looking, of course I thought he would suit that lewd whore Jupiter was, and oh my God! Don't open your eyes—has he been sick? His hair is all white so early?"

"No, no, Fentrell," Wood waved his hand with a disdainful smile on his face, "Don't think him so pure, my lord, do you know that his silver hair is not the love of the Moon Goddess, more accurately That’s right, it’s the spider’s silk that’s enough to bind people, that’s right, it’s the long ones. It’s enough to weave into a dense, sharp or sticky piece that makes people have nowhere to struggle,” he looked at Fentrell His gaze became colder and colder, "Do you know, that is not the radiance of holiness, it is the proof of sin! As long as that silver hair exists and he is not dead, then he will be synonymous with an ugly event, because—"

Fentelier's voice trembled a little, his eyes shrank, "Because... what?"

Wood got up and approached him, "Because——he's a product of incest, you know, Fentrell," his voice was very low and provocative, like a demon from hell, "he's a couple The cousins, the products of Luan and Lun, are out-and-out, monsters!"

Fentley's pupils shrank: "God——"

Wood patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be shocked, let's be sensible, I heard that he is now in the main city, when he was staying with a small nobleman, I was also completing the task assigned to me by the patriarch, although Had a bad meeting, but I didn't expect him to order people to hunt me down, dude, do you think I'll be the one to make peace easily? Find out about his past, and I hate him even more, dude, do you too , by the way, I brought a parish nun who raised him to the main city, maybe. You should meet her, she will tell you more, when the time comes, I will help you get rid of this infiltrating the Holy See of the wicked!"

Fentelier was completely shocked by the news, and could only sigh, "Oh, God—it's terrible!"

The author has something to say: I can say that I finally overwrote the manuscript today, and I will work hard to anesthetize it again this afternoon~ Tan Shou.