"What do you mean, let us rush to the Great Sanctuary, in front of tens of thousands of lunatics, rescue a bunch of children who can't even hold a short sword?!" Aldenan couldn't believe his ears and turned towards him. Randall shouted: "This is suicide!"

Bourville let out a breath of white gas from the nose, and roared at Aldenan: "Do you dare to question the decision of the Dragon God?!"

Aldenan waved his wolf paws and asked loudly, "Then tell me how to accomplish this suicide mission?!"

"Shut up!" Carroll squatted beside Randall, pointing to a simple map that Pedro drew on the ground with a tree branch and said: "Come here and listen!"

Pedro pointed to an entrance on the "map" and said: "This is the prison we are in. Due to its remoteness and sparsely populated people, very few people come here. And we did not let anyone out on the way to attack here. . So, for a while, I don’t think anyone will notice us."

Randall said: "But the robbery will be exposed sooner or later."

"Yes." Pedro nodded: "The next changing of the prison is at dawn. If all goes well, we should have less than two hours."

Carol frowned and asked, "Two hours? How can so many children be transferred in such a short time?"

Pedro moved the branch to a building on the "map": "This is the Great Sanctuary, this is the Sacred Corridor, and less than two hundred meters to the south, it is the Confession House. A place of confession. If the child is taken away in such a stately manner, the guard will definitely find it."

Stopping Aldenan's questioning with his hand, Pedro suddenly asked: "I don't know if you are familiar with the history of the church?"

"Father, it's not a good time for history class." Randall said with a wry smile, "It's going to dawn soon."

Pedro smiled and waved his hand: "Patience, patience. There is a famous scandal in the history of the church-prostitutes are in power, from the pope to the bishop, and there are mistresses in the city of Tyrol. Think about it, in In such a heavily guarded religious place, how did the prostitutes come in to meet with the priests?"

Randall's eyes lit up: "You mean?"

"Yes, it is the confession house. There are many rooms, soundproofed, and no one will be disturbed. It is the best place to make peace." Pedro nodded and said: "Master Abel once told me that there is a The passage to the city."

Karin said, "In that case, what are we waiting for, let's go now."

Kellogg asked: "One more question, how should we approach that penance house?"

Pedro said: "As I said before, today is the pilgrimage, everyone will be concentrated in the Great Sanctuary, there should not be too many guards in the Confessional."

Randall packed his equipment and nodded: "As long as we rescue those children, we can hide them in the safe house in the city. After Master Cumberland breaks the city, everyone will be safe."

Seeing everyone leaving one by one, Aldenan suddenly grabbed Carroll and asked in a low voice, "Brother, have you ever thought about why the church should imprison the group of underage children in the confessional?"

Carroll was taken aback for a moment, then he opened his eyes, with blue veins on his forehead, and pushed Aldenan away and roared, "Shut up!"

Aldenan shrugged and stopped talking.

Tai Luo Great Sanctuary, the ceremony preparation room.

Sitting on the chair, the throat bone tilted his feet on the holy baptistery, looking at everything in front of him with amusement.

Seven or eight assistants to the deacon were surrounding Bishop Jacob, wearing the Pope’s Order of Order and Supreme Robe.

The throat bone tilted his head and said to Miles beside him: "This scene reminds me of a monkey in a circus."

The old man lowered his eyelids: "Monkey?"

"The monkey performing on stage for the first time, watching people put the most gorgeous clothes on themselves, the monkey's eyes only have excitement and excitement."

"As the number of performances on stage increases, the monkey faces the gorgeous costume, and his eyes have long lost the original pleasure, only endless fear and disgust."

The throat bone gently tapped the armrest of the chair with his finger: "It's just that, unlike a monkey, our new Pope will never have a second chance to come on stage."

Miles cast his gaze on the holy cross in the room without saying a word.

The throat bone turned his head and asked Miles: "I remember you used to be a devout believer."

Miles did not speak.

"It's no wonder that after seeing so many misings in the church, even the most devout believers will doubt their beliefs." The throat bone cocked his fingers and said as he counted: "Here referee, torture room, redemption ticket... There is also the confession house. God saw his servants commit such an evil act, but he remained indifferent. Either God himself was an evil existence, or he did not exist at all."

Myris opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse: "I deny the church, but it doesn't mean that I deny God."

The throat bone smiled: "The end of the mystic is endless nothingness."

Myris was stunned: "If I remember this sentence correctly, Saladin should have said it."

The throat bone slowly put a smile away: "He is one of the few people who is wise enough to see through the world."

Miles looked at the expression on his throat and asked strangely: "Do you want to save him?"

"Yes." The throat bone nodded slightly: "But first, he must welcome death."

"Mr. Cattili, look at me, how about it?" Bishop Jacob, wearing the pope's robe, turned around excitedly, and asked his throat bone for his evaluation.

"Awesome! Whether it is appearance or temperament. Master Jacob, the fit between you and this outfit is irrefutable perfection!"

The throat bone clapped his hands and smiled: "The position of the pope itself is prepared by God for you."

Jacob's face flushed, his whole person shaking like drunk.

At this moment, a dull explosion sounded from a distance, awakening him from his joy.

The throat bone glanced out the window: "It looks like ~lightnovelpub.net~ the enemy's offensive is very fierce."

The throat bone turned his head and looked at Jacob again: "I don't know, can the defender be able to hold it?"

Jacob shook his head pale and said, "Even the old fellow Brom, with tens of thousands of troops, couldn't stop the enemy's footsteps. What can the defenders on the wall do?"

The larynx lowered his head pretendingly: "My Lord Pope, what he said is extremely true."

Jacob hesitated while pacing on the spot, "But, do you really want to use that?"

The throat bone smiled slightly: "Besides, is there any other way?"

Jacob frowned.

The throat bone said softly: "My lord, do you want to be the pope with the shortest reign in history?"

Jacob pursed his lips, his hands firmly grasped the Pope's Order.

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