Chapter 1193 (1/2)
”Cheep...”
The church door was pushed open.
Different from the brightly lit churches in the past, it is already midnight. Many facilities open to Muggle believers have been closed. Except for the lantern, everything is back to its original state.
Owen didn't like the way St. Peter looked during the day, which made him feel a little pompous.
As the Knight Commander, Owen's biggest enjoyment is a wine cabinet, as well as the rum which is available at any time.
Naturally, Owen preferred the atmosphere, remained faithful to his faith, and solved all heresies with his sword in his hand.
Owen felt that he was more suitable for the life of the middle ages. Although he said that he had no TV and no car, he could ride a horse?
”Monsieur Pope, you are looking for me!” Seeing the Pope standing in the center of the church watching the angel sculptures in the distance against the bright light, Owen stepped forward quickly.
”Oh, I'm still wondering when you'll come.” The pope said suddenly.
”Sorry for the delay on the way.” Owen stood with his sword in his hand.
”I think it must be Tyler,” the pope said. ”He'll probably be dissatisfied with my arrangements.”
”So, are those creatures moving again? As far as I know, they're out of our control.” Owen asked.
”Ah, yes, our old rivals are not very well behaved, and it seems that some people are not as comfortable as we are.”
”I don't understand you.”
”An old friend of mine, I smell the smell of conspiracy, which is exactly the same as his practice. This was the case when he planned a star essence stone more than 70 years ago. He offered me an offer I couldn't refuse.”
”Er Do you mean Mr. nicoleme
”It doesn't matter.” The pope said, ”do you remember the oracle of Allah?”
”The oracle?”
”Our old adversary, maybe we can really see the kingdom of God.” The pope said slowly.
Owen just bent over and waited.
”I need you to do something, just do me a little favor.” The pope said, ”well, how long have you not used your sword?”
”Thirty years...”
”I hope it doesn't fade.”
”Of course, I promise you!” Said Owen, holding the hilt tightly.
”So, knights Irving, there are some heretics wandering outside the holy city, banish them if possible, and save an interesting child.” Said the Pope.
”And then? Take it to the holy city... ”
”Oh, no, don't let him in!” The pope said firmly, ”just banish those heretics and let him go.”
……
”The Vatican...”
Vaseline stayed in the Vatican sky, as soon as it appeared, he immediately felt that pure power was constantly scouring its body.
A kind of gentle and mellow power, but it didn't agree with him.