Chapter 133

Taking advantage of the fact that there were no sober people in the Vatican, Samuel openly held his little friend's hand and followed him around.

When Al first saw people lying on the ground, he thought they were all dead. But when he got closer, he found that they were sleeping soundly. Some of them were even laughing in their dreams, which showed that they were all having sweet dreams.

Even the Knight Commander who was at the level of Sword Saint was tricked. Al remembered that he had seen a bracelet called "Blessing of the God of Dreams" in the treasury before, and he was probably influenced by that thing.

Only the priests with the Holy Light Seal on their bodies were not affected by the relics of the sub-god, so Bishop Edgar and others were all found one by one and cast under the Requiem Curse.

The spell is also of the light type, so the protective seal will not react to it.

Al murmured casually, "It seems that the God of Light is still somewhat useful. Should I say thank you?"

If it weren't for the Holy Light Seal, he would have died in his dream.

Samuel looked at him dimly. Al's eyebrows curved and he smiled a little wickedly. "He hates you so much, but he helped you save your partner once. You should be more polite and thank him when you have a chance to meet him in the future."

"..." Then Ashburn would feel as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

Samuel nodded obediently. He could see that even if the seal really helped, his little friend would not feel that he owed him a favor, because he had always been prejudiced and hostile towards the God of Light because he had suffered too much after his reincarnation.

Samuel couldn't help but take the young man's hand and kiss him on his lips. The baby is so cute!

Al was relieved to see that Abner and Daphne were both fine, but at the same time he was a little confused. Since the Pope had come to their residence, why didn't he plunder their faith?

Hadn't they killed other candidates before? Even though they didn't have much power of faith, a mosquito leg was still meat, and Al thought the Pope would just take them all.

Could it be that because he has this big piece of fat meat, he looks down on the faith of others?

When killing the first few candidates, they were quick, accurate and ruthless, without causing any extra pain to anyone.

Let everyone sleep today as well, don’t hurt anyone by mistake, and apologize before hurting him.

Now that I think about it, explaining things to him so carefully the day before was like making up for a debt... It was cruel yet gentle at the same time.

Al shook his head, thinking that the Pope was a truly mysterious person.

"The blessing of the god of dreams" is actually a good thing. It allows people to sleep in a sweet dream all night and then wake up by themselves, so Al is too lazy to bother to wake people up.

As for the few people who were cast under the Requiem Curse, he felt that the Pope still had some feelings for Bishop Edgar, and the magic he used was probably time-limited. He was too lazy to care about it. He just wanted to give himself some time to recover and didn't want to deal with a large group of people now.

As Al was walking towards his own small temple, Samuel suddenly stopped and stopped him, whispering in his ear in a low, magnetic voice, "This is a good opportunity, why don't you take advantage of it and get rid of the person you hate?"

Al was stunned, and immediately thought of several names. To be honest, he was really a little tempted. Now the only ones awake in the Vatican were him and his lover, and they could do whatever they wanted!

He was a little excited, but also a little nervous and hesitant. This was mainly because the young man had a high moral standard. This kind of assassination by taking advantage of the opportunity sounded very cool and would save him a lot of trouble in the future, but Al still felt a little uncomfortable.

But if he did nothing with such a good opportunity, he would regret it for a long time. Al thought about it and quickly made up his mind.

——

The patrolling Paladin was illuminated by the dazzling sunlight and instantly opened his eyes in alertness.

They stood up and looked at each other to make sure that the entire team was still alive. There was no time to explore why they fell asleep. The team quickly dispersed to check if there was anything abnormal.

The area around the former Pope's palace was in a mess. It was obvious that this place had been isolated by some kind of spatial magic device. The inside of the circle was full of traces of fighting, but outside the circle, not even a blade of grass was broken.

The knight who saw this scene immediately signaled his colleagues, then drew his sword and walked in cautiously.

Amidst the chaos, the silver-haired young man sitting in a reclining chair quietly flipping through a notebook stood out, as if the surroundings were no different from usual. Noticing someone coming over, his eyebrows softened and he asked with concern, "Are you all awake?"

"Yes, they went to check somewhere else." The knight sheathed his sword and saluted, "Your Majesty, we failed in our duty. I don't know why I fell into a coma while patrolling. I hope that God will protect you and everything will be fine."

The knight was terrified. He had just noticed the bloodstains on the ground. He then saw that the new Pope was pale, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured and had lost a lot of blood. Their Knights Templar had made such a big mistake on the first day of the Pope's accession to the throne!

The knight felt very guilty. He was born in a commoner family, and the young man who brought so much change to the lower class was the person he respected and admired the most...

"My God has indeed blessed me." The young man did not blame him at all, but only politely instructed, "Can you help me pick up all the scattered letters and notes? Thank you."

Infected by the young man's calmness, the knight finally relaxed his nervous heart. "Yes, Your Majesty, this is what I should do."

The knight did not ask what happened or who broke into the Vatican. The priests would come to question him later. His Majesty looked a little tired, so it was better to let him be quiet for a while.

Not long after, Abner and several candidates rushed over, "Are you okay? You weren't the only one fighting with the intruder last night? Why didn't you fall asleep?"

Al glanced at him and said something heartbreaking, "Maybe it's because I'm stronger than you and I noticed the danger in time."

The priests and knights around him, who were much older than the new Pope, fell silent and humbled themselves in silence.

The archbishops also came over after hearing the news. They all looked very unhappy. They didn't expect that they would be tricked at their level!

Thinking about it now, I am very scared. If the intruder had murderous intentions...

No, no, no, that damn guy must have known that the most powerful Pope had left, and he came here specifically to kill people. Fortunately, the new Pope is reliable and he noticed the danger in time and drove away the attacker!

Edgar looked at the pale child with distress, "Hey, we all learned a lesson this time. We can't think we can relax in the bishop's court."

The old man leaned on his staff angrily, "It must be the dark alien who killed Daniel and the other candidates!"

An archbishop said coldly, "I've long said that foreigners can't be trusted!"

"Your Majesty, did you see the murderer's appearance clearly? What race is he?"

Al paused after hearing this, "I didn't see his face, but there were no strange parts on his body, so he looked more like a human."

"And... we were all wrong before. The murderer is not a dark-type talent. I am sure that he attacked me with light magic."

One stone can cause a thousand ripples!

The young man lowered his eyes and pretended to be thinking and reminiscing.

He thought, if he told everyone the truth that the murderer they had been looking for for hundreds of years was the former Pope, no one would believe it...

After all, no one could figure out what that person was up to, and they had seen with their own eyes that he had gone to the divine realm, so the result of telling the truth would either be that everyone would be convinced that he was lying, or that the murderer was deliberately disguising himself as the former Pope.

Al was too lazy to prove the truth, and it was difficult to prove it. Even if everyone believed it, what would happen? It would not cause any damage to those who had already gone to the divine realm.

So... he planned to use the existing conditions to achieve the situation he wanted.

The silver-haired young man thought for a moment, raised his eyes and looked at everyone, interrupting their intense reactions, and said in a deep voice: "Compared to what he looks like, what is more troublesome is that everything he wears comes from the underground treasure house."

This sentence is as unbelievable as the previous one that said the murderer was a person with light talent!

"Oh, God of Light, Your Majesty, are you saying that the treasury was stolen?!"

"How is that possible? Are you sure?"

"Go check it out!"

The young man held his forehead and said helplessly, "His Majesty Xia Zuo forgot to give me the key. I only remembered this matter when I saw the weapon used by the murderer. Please, sirs, collect the key fragments on you."

As Edgar was making excuses for the former pope, the archbishops reached into their space rings to find the key... Hmm? Where's the key? Why can't they find it?!

Confusion and anxiety were written all over their faces, and soon the archbishops realized that they were not the only ones who couldn't find the key. The others... Hey, why was there one person missing?

Edgar glanced around and frowned, "Where is Sir William?"

A knight answered him, "We went to Archbishop William's house, but we did not see him."

Everyone was silent for a while, and Abner said in disbelief, "Could it be that Sir William stole your key, entered the treasury and took away the treasures, and wanted to assassinate all of us?!"

The new Pope's face finally darkened. "When did you lose your keys?"

An archbishop replied sullenly, "I don't know."

This thing has never been used. It is usually thrown into the space ring without even being looked at.

As colleagues, they have known Archbishop William for hundreds of years. Even though some of them know that he is as hypocritical and greedy as themselves, they still can't figure it out. "Could it be that William was bewitched by the devil a long time ago? Why did he suddenly want to harm us?"

The silver-haired young man sighed, "Maybe he's worried that I've just got the key to the treasury, so I might go take a look and then investigate if I find out the treasures have been stolen..."

"Unfortunately, he doesn't know that His Majesty Xia Zuo never gave me the key."

The matter has become very clear. Archbishop William of the Light Department used some unknown means to steal the keys from his colleagues and all the relics of the gods. He also wanted to kill the priests who posed a threat to him to eliminate future troubles.

The bloodstains scattered on the ground were real. The three holy light seals on the new pope's body were all exhausted. The damage he suffered was also real. There was no need to lie to them...

Almost everyone believed this frame-up.

At this time, in the secret dungeon of the royal court——

The arrogant priest who always liked to look at people with his chin raised was in a daze and had not yet recovered from his current situation.

He was locked in a small cage, his body covered with whip marks and blood. As a light mage, he had no way to heal himself because his limbs were all sturdy magic-suppressing bracelets. He was now just an ordinary person, a useless person...

"Da, da, da..."

Hearing the sound of his heels hitting the ground, the old man shivered and looked extremely pitiful.

A majestic female voice taunted, "Sir William, why don't you continue to shout?"

How could William dare? The last time this woman came, he didn't know why he was locked up without knowing it. When he saw Her Majesty the Queen, he was still used to talking to her in an arrogant manner. As for the consequences...

The more fiercely he threatened, the harder His Majesty whipped him, directly knocking off half of his life and consuming the precious protective seal!

"Your Majesty, I was really deceived by the former king back then. I was unaware of it!"

"I've already died once. Just consider it as my death as compensation for Master Xavier's. Let me go!"

"I will pray to the great God of Light, asking Him to bless Xavier's soul to rest in peace..."

Before he could finish his words, the archbishop was struck by lightning and smelled burnt.

Felicia's fingertips were wrapped in purple electricity, her eyes were cold, and she suddenly sneered when she thought of the good news from Al's kid just now. "You like to frame people and backstab them? But now the victim has become you, how do you feel?"

William was trembling. "What do you mean?"

Felicia patiently told him what misunderstanding had just occurred in the Vatican, and then admired the helpless and furious look of the powerful archbishop.

After a while, he suddenly felt that it was boring and left the dungeon with a sullen face.

William finally realized that he would be locked up in this dark corner and suffer torture for a long time...but he didn't dare to commit suicide, nor did he want to die!

The old man thought angrily, he was so powerful, if he died it would be a loss to the world! He couldn't die!

He had to wait for the omniscient and omnipotent God of Light to realize his injustice, find him and save him!

Fearing death, the Archbishop chose to linger in the dungeon.

He thought that he was in this situation only because he had been falsely accused of murdering the Queen's lover. In fact, it was more than that. It was also because he had hired people to assassinate the Son of God many times before, and he thought the young man didn't know.

Al chose to take action against Archbishop William first, which not only helped himself to get revenge, but also helped Aunt Queen to resolve her worries, a win-win situation.

After that day, everything went on as usual for the Holy See of Light, except for issuing a warrant for the arrest of Archbishop William.

The new Pope is a hands-off boss just like the previous one. Oh, he appears a lot more often. He will carefully check the affairs of the Holy See every three to five years. He will also randomly appear in the city where a certain branch is located to secretly observe whether the priests are doing anything wrong.

As time went by, the evil-minded, greedy and lustful mages all knew that there was no benefit in being a priest in the Vatican, and these people would not choose to join the Vatican.

According to the new Pope's employment standards, the overall strength of the current priests is several levels weaker than before, but with their maneuvering and teaching, the relationship between various forces, as well as the upper class and the lower class civilians have become much more harmonious.

Nowadays, in addition to the aliens from the abyss hanging around in human towns, the native aliens in the mortal world have also expanded their range of activities and started to travel out of their homelands in groups.

Especially since Her Majesty the Queen ruthlessly executed batch after batch of people involved in alien trafficking, they felt much more at ease and gradually began to interact with the royal court.

Fulfilling and happy days always pass quickly, and now the three candidates for the Son of God have reached adulthood and have acquired considerable strength.

Bishop Edgar, who still likes to work hard and cannot sit idle, mentioned that he could call on the gods to choose a new son of God.

Of course, El would try to push it away if he could. Who knows what the God of Light will do when he wakes up again.

But even if no one summons him, the God of Light will wake up on his own and carry out His plan...

One day, Samuel was teaching his little friend swordsmanship when he suddenly stopped and looked in a certain direction.

Al saw Him smile mockingly, "What's wrong?"

Because he had been practicing swords for a while, the silver-haired young man's cheeks were slightly red, and his fair skin looked pink and tender. Samuel hugged his cute little friend and tidied his hair, saying nonchalantly, "It's nothing, Ashburn is just unlocking the entire seal."

Obviously, the God of Light felt that the human race was so calm because not enough demons came out and the situation did not become chaotic, so He came to add fuel to the fire.