Who made you not earnestly create the world!

Since being dragged into the water by Mitchell, Arnold has felt the malice of the big universe.

He thoroughly understood what is "legend" and what is "reality".

He came to Mitchell early in the morning to discuss the matter, and after eating breakfast with his life again, Arnold downed a bottle of medicine with an ugly face, and his face improved.

Mitchell sat behind the desk with a leisurely smile: "The effect of my medicine is really good."

The corner of Claude's mouth twitched: "I don't think this is something to be proud of."

"No, this is indeed something to be proud of." Mitchell's expression was a little subtle, "The stomach medicines I am collecting now are all made by 'Master Randall'."

Claude and Arnold froze, and they looked at Mitchell expressionlessly, their eyes flickering fiercely.

"My God accidentally saw me drinking the medicine, so he asked His Majesty Beria to prepare it for me." In case of being beaten, Mitchell hurriedly explained, but thinking of these medicines, Mitchell was a little depressed, " In the end, His Majesty Beria stole a lot of money." That was his savings for three years.

However, does this count as a deal with the devil?

Mitchell, who has been receiving brainwashing education from the Holy See, was a little entangled, but he quickly put this issue behind him. After experiencing the "destruction" of the archangels and demon kings, as well as the "guidance" of my god, he is no longer It was the Mitchell who was bound by the Holy See's commandments and brainwashing before.

Arnold silently threw the potion bottle aside, and said with a cold face: "Okay, now let's get back to business. What do you think of the 'jihad' that my god said that day?"

The study room was silent for a moment, and the air seemed to freeze.

After a while, Mitchell fell back and leaned on the back of the chair with a cold expression: "What can you think? Jihad, that's not something we can talk about? We haven't seen His Majesty Angus and His Majesty Alves. Didn’t you say it? Not only are they created by God himself, they all acquiesce, what can we humans think about? We can only see walking, so we might as well think about whether there will be any mistakes in tomorrow’s Pope’s ceremony. "

Arnold and Claude also fell silent. They all knew that the phrase "see you" is just saying, if you really do not make any preparations to "meet you", it is better to be ready to go to the jihad On the first day, it was more comfortable to commit suicide directly by taking poison.

Claude no longer had a straight face, but for the first time his face showed fatigue and confusion in front of outsiders: "Tomorrow is the Pope's ceremony..."

From tomorrow onwards, there will be no more Bishop Mitchell and Chief Paladin Claude, only His Majesty the Pope and Chief Knight Templar.

"Speaking of it—" Arnold looked at Mitchell thoughtfully, "My god...why did you choose you as Pope?"

This is also a problem that has always troubled Arnold. He doesn't think Mitchell is not good. In fact, Mitchell can be said to be a very good character, but he is too young.No, it should be said that it is too tender.

Although Mitchell already has the majesty and composure of the pope, as a pope, a person who can be said to be above all human beings in the world, he is not yet qualified.Even if he sits on the pope's throne, in Arnold's view, he may be pulled down from the throne at any time and become a dry bone at the feet of the next pope.

Without a powerful holy light, without subordinates who support him, without a reputation that everyone responds to, he doesn't even have the most basic foresight, deep city, and even the inability to show his emotions and anger.

Arnold had all kinds of conspiracy theories in his head on the way when he heard the rumors, but after knowing that it was really the oracle of my god, Arnold was still not optimistic about Mitchell, even if Mitchell could really secure the position of pope , That must have sacrificed a lot of precious things, sitting on the throne in the sea of ​​flesh and blood, overlooking the entire Holy See lonely.

The younger the person who achieves success, the more sacrifices and losses will be made before success, and the more lonely and painful it will be in the future.

"This," Mitchell blinked, then frowned, "it's a secret."

Arnold was suddenly speechless, and Claude silently looked out the window, unable to look directly at his friend who was getting worse.

Mitchell looked at the blue sky outside the window, the smile on his lips was not warm at all, and his voice was so soft that only he could hear: "It's a secret."

As the date of the Pope's enthronement draws nearer, the originally disorderly continent gradually calms down strangely, like the calm before a storm, so dull and suffocating that people tense up and dare not relax all the time.

Almost all countries, organizations, and people, large and small, gathered in the City of Holy Light. Even the City of Holy Light, which has been expanding continuously since the third era, can now be said to be the largest city in the entire continent. There are not so many people, and tents are erected outside the City of Holy Light surrounding the City of Holy Light.

Tomorrow is the Pope's Ceremony, and tonight, there will be countless creatures tossing and turning inside and outside the City of Holy Light without sleep.

However, in a certain ordinary mansion in the City of Holy Light, the creatures standing at the top of the entire plane were making noise without any worries and dignities.

The blond boy who had just finished his bath had just approached the living room when he heard Michael's clear voice: "You two really look good in this outfit."

The blond boy instantly understood what was going on. As soon as he walked to the door of the living room, he saw Mitchell and Claude standing in the center of the living room in gorgeous white robes. Mitchell could still smile and say a few words, Claude De already looked embarrassed and uncomfortable.

The Pope and the Templar Commander are the most important and highest-status people in the entire Holy See, so not only Mitchell will play the leading role tomorrow, but Claude will also play a lot of roles, and a solemn and gorgeous costume is a must.

The dresses of the Pope and the Knights Templar are the style of the second era. The large ancient robes, the red and gold inscriptions and magic circles are printed on the dazzling white robes, and the gold, red and transparent gemstones are dotted on them. Compared with the current clothing, the robe shows a heavy sense of ancient history and majesty, and it looks even more holy and solemn when worn on Mitchell and Claude.

Beria looked up and down, and suddenly realized: "I said, why does it look so familiar, isn't it very similar to the costumes of the heavens?"

Leviathan, who had lived in the heavens for a long time, saw it at first sight, and couldn't help curling his lips when he heard Beria's hypocritical words.

Mammon couldn't help but look at it curiously.

Raphael smiled, and said in a gentle voice, "It's a long story. The Pope's formal attire has never changed since the Second Era. The heavens are the birthplace of Adam, the ancestor of the human race. Adam is used to wearing the clothes of the heavens." Clothing, the clothing of the sons of Adam will naturally be more or less influenced by the heavens, not to mention that the heavens and the mortal world had close contacts in the second era, which is even more natural."

Beria smiled: "So that's it. I thought your highness made such a suit of clothes on purpose. After all..." Beria chuckled, but his soft voice made all the living beings chill, "During the Second Era Isn’t the Holy See just a gatekeeper in captivity in the heavens? I still remember how obedient the Holy See was at that time, almost wanting to kneel down to touch the toes of His Highnesses.”

As soon as the words fell, the air in the entire living room was stagnant, and the murderous aura gradually permeated.

The archangels all stood up and looked at Beria coldly. Beria smiled without any timidity. Mammon stood beside Beria unwillingly. Behind Beria, Lilith closed the folding fan with a "tsk" and came behind Beria. Cain touched his chin and decided to walk away slowly with Angus and Alves, leaving the central place behind. Let the Archangel and the Demon King pinch it themselves, Mitchell and Claude are very skilled at slipping to the corner and standing at the moment the atmosphere changes, so as not to be accidentally injured.

The atmosphere in the living room can be said to be on the verge of breaking out, but the atmosphere in the living room changed instantly after a cold voice sounded: "All creatures, Noah's Continent of Warcraft Encyclopedia [-] times, hand in within three days."

All the creatures were stuck, and the blond boy who had been restraining his breath came in from the living room door step by step as if he was stepping on the hearts of the creatures. Only when the blond boy sat on the sofa with a blank expression did the creatures dare to exhale. Relax the tense nerves in one breath.

Leviathan immediately rushed forward with a mournful face: "Father God, Leviathan is wrong!"

The blond boy stretched out his hand to cover Leviathan's head, and said expressionlessly: "Three hundred times, no less." After finishing speaking, he glanced at all the creatures in the living room, and some of the creatures who were about to struggle to death were completely exhausted. Withered.

Gabriel and Uriel were a little stunned, Gabriel turned his head and looked at Raphael in disbelief: "This is?"

Raphael is still thinking about how to answer in order to reduce the mental attack on his companions, Michael has already patted Gabriel on the shoulder with a hard face: "It's copying books, but fortunately there are only three hundred Over and over, not too much..."

"But "Noah Continent of Warcraft Encyclopedia" is thicker than "Legend of the First Era of Continent"!" Raphael poured cold water on it mercilessly, and couldn't help but sighed and patted Uriel's shoulder with a broken face , "Come to my room later, let's copy together."

Gabriel also began to collapse.

Angus, who heard the conversation of the archangels, looked at Alves numbly, and Alves scratched his head: "Let's copy it from His Royal Highness Raphael later, as a companion."

Is that the point? !Angus felt that the whole elf was not good.

Mamen didn't give up and ran to the blond boy to pester him. Beria didn't care about the punishment for copying books. Seeing that the blond boy was really not angry at all, he smiled and walked over to try to be cute and was immediately caught by the eyes. The bright angels stopped them, and immediately there was another scolding battle without any swear words, which looked like they were greeting each other politely.

Mitchell, who was implicated by innocence and absolutely impossible to copy [-] times in three days, rolled his eyes at the ceiling, and once again understood that this group of extremely noble guys is a group of scourges!Scourge!

Claude sighed, silently counting how he could copy a book with more than 3000 pages three hundred times in three days.

The blond boy lowered his eyes slightly, and a golden light flashed across the snow-blue eyes.

Tomorrow is the papal ceremony.