Chapter 31 She once placed her hopes on the Scriptorium of the Holy Pope
Arnold had already left. Vifiya turned sideways and looked at the contract on the table for a long time. She had only made a verbal agreement with him, and because she had experienced more than one life, she trusted his character.
Vifiya put the potion on the table away. The reason why Fen'anrona was the bard's masterpiece was that it was the core of the fake death potion, which was also what the Marquise wanted and the content of their deal.
She didn't plan to tinker with it here directly. Firstly, there were no suitable tools here, and secondly, she wanted to prevent someone with ulterior motives from seeing it.
Vifiya paused for a moment and took out the letter from Salis. There was only one sentence written in it: If you don't see God, God will come to see you.
The parchment turned to ashes the moment she finished reading it. She put down her hand and waited for God to come and see her.
She still had much to do, and next she planned to go to the Pope's scriptorium.
It was not difficult to find the specific location of the scriptorium. The necklace around her neck responded to her wishes, reflecting the location of the Holy See, and then continued to expand, appearing in Vifia's eyes.
It's in the Vatican's secret archives.
The Pope goes to the Vatican four times a week to handle affairs. The time is not fixed, except that on Monday nights, the Pope prays in the Scotto Oratory.
This is also Vifiya's opportunity.
There weren't any big events happening in the church recently, and the next festival wouldn't be until at least God's birthday, which was five months away. She couldn't wait that long.
The Vatican has magicians in charge, and the secret archives are heavily guarded. How can she enter the secret archives without alerting the guards and magicians?
Her hand stroked the silver bracelet on her wrist. She didn't know how to use the power of the silver bracelet, nor did she know what the dragon she had seen was.
"Find the dragon", does the dragon she saw not long ago count, but there has been no follow-up about this dragon so far, so she continued to go to the copying room as originally planned.
Any way to get the Pope to invite her into the scriptorium would require a connection with God.
She already had doubts about God, not to mention that both Salis and Mrs. Duodu had specifically reminded her that something was wrong with God.
She understood that she did not have the power to directly confront God at the moment, and she knew nothing about God's situation. God knew her background, so she could not be reckless.
Salis said that the more powerful the magic, the easier it is to hide.
It was impossible for her to enter the scriptorium quietly by herself with the Vatican's guards.
Just as she was thinking this, a circle of ripples appeared beside her, which immediately attracted Vifiya's attention. In the colorless circle like water droplets, a letter was spit onto the table.
Isidore's name was written on the envelope.
Vifiya took it and opened it without hesitation. There wasn't much inside.
She looked at the last three pages of the ancient book that Isidore had told her and fell into deep thought.
After a moment, I continued reading: "Don't throw away the envelope; the runes on the surface can still support a reply. The method is to burn it directly. I will also look up other records about dragons. You should sleep well."
At the end of the parchment was a picture of a little person sleeping on the bed, a smaller version of her.
Vifiya paused almost inaudibly and looked at the little man for a long time. She slept well last night, which was rare for her. She even had a good dream for the first time in a long time, even though she had forgotten the content of the dream.
No matter how energetic she was, she was exhausted after the fierce battle at noon and processing the information in Mrs. Duodu's words. But now was not the time to rest, as the day after tomorrow was Monday.
She already had a plan in mind.
Vifia found a pen and paper nearby and wrote back to Isidore, hoping that he could come and help her, and wrote down the time when she was free in the next two days.
At the same time, she also wanted him to see if there were any signs on Neve that she had been targeted by the magicians in the Marquis's mansion.
There will be no suspicious people in the tent area now. As long as Neve is not in the blind corner of the tent, she will be safe. This is why she is confident in letting Neve stay outside the tent.
The flame on the fingertips swayed, and the shadow in Vifiya's red pupils was so bright that it was hard to tell which one was brighter.
The sparks devoured the envelope, leaving no ash, until the last bit of paper disappeared.
She sat back in her chair and carefully examined all the roads near the Vatican on the map, which was so detailed that even the entrances to underground caves were marked.
She stroked her chin, mapping out her planned route.
She was well aware of the Vatican's military reserves and the distribution of its guards, thanks to her having placed her hopes in God.
Vifiya once disguised herself as a fanatical believer of the goddess. The Church would not reject such a great noble. She was exposed to things that other believers could not access, and she even gained the power to come and go freely in the Church.
The Pope alone never received her.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh at herself. She had wasted her time believing in God in the past. Just like [Vifiya] said, she was a fool.
The original [Vefiya] would tease her, take advantage of her lack of understanding of the world, have bad intentions towards her, and tease her.
Later, she taught her the language of this world, how to act so as not to be discovered, how to deal with the other members of the Kesley family, and how to make use of what she had to live a better life.
When she once had the crazy idea of trying to believe in God, [Vifiya] didn't believe in God and didn't agree with it, but she didn't stop her and just let her try.
Until the end, [Vefiya] gave her all her memories.
[Vefiya]...
A string in her mind suddenly broke, and Vifiya was stunned, with a rare look of helplessness on her face, and tears as big as beans had already flowed down her face.
When she realized that her thoughts had involuntarily wandered to somewhere, she lowered her head and pursed her lips, tears falling onto her expensive dress, wetting it.
She clutched her skirt with her hands on her legs, closed her eyes, and tried to take a deep breath, but it came in short bursts.
She kept regulating her breathing, casually wiped the tears from her face, and looked up at the map in front of her.
The Vatican's guards patrol in staggered shifts at night, leaving almost no gaps, so someone is needed to attract most of the guards' attention.
She blinked rapidly a few times, trying to wash away the remaining tears, but it only brought more wetness.
The last time she went to church to pray, she paid attention to the Vatican not far away, and was sure that the guard arrangements of the Vatican were no different from what she had known before.
The only unknown was that she didn't know how many magic circles the Vatican's magicians had set up in the Vatican, and what kind of magic circles they were.
There is only one chance. If she fails, the Church will definitely increase its vigilance, and the next time will be much more difficult. This is why she asks Isidore for help, but she needs him to take the risk with her without knowing the magic inside.
It wasn't a perfect plan and there were many uncertainties, but she had to do it.
She knew very well that the longer the delay, the more difficult it would be for the plan to proceed. God had also said that new monsters would appear. Although five months was a long time, no one could predict what would happen in five months, let alone what different things would happen outside at that time.
The tears on her eyelashes had dried. As Vifiya was about to draw a map for Isidore to see, Neve's voice came from outside the tent: "Miss."
Vifiya looked in the direction of the sound and saw the tent door opened, and Isidore came in.
She was stunned for a moment: "Aren't you still shopping?"
Isidore approached, and when his eyes met hers, the smile in his eyes, which had arisen from her asking for his help, froze slightly. Then, as if he hadn't noticed anything, he spoke nonchalantly, "After you left, we didn't hang out for long before we dispersed."
He sat down opposite Vifiya, looked at her thoughtfully, and asked uncertainly: "Do you care about your maid?"
Seeing her affirmative look, he shifted his gaze outside the tent. "The spell on her is very strange, tortuous, winding, and mixed." He paused, thought for a moment, and then uttered four words again, "Neither fish nor fowl."
He sensed an extremely uncomfortable aura not far from the tent. The first time he saw the maid, he was almost certain that the problem lay with this maid with brown hair and dark eyes.
The runes on her body were mixed, which gave him a bad feeling. What he could be sure of was that it would not affect others. It was a spell that only affected the maid.
He remembered that she was a maid beside Vifiya. If Vifiya cared about her...
"I'll take care of it."
His gaze gently fell on her eyelids, and he said seriously: "Don't worry."
Vifiya's brows softened, but she still asked anxiously, "Is it harmful to her?"
Speaking of magic, Isidore looked serious. He lowered his eyes and carefully recalled the runes he had seen. After a while, he said, "What is certain is that there will be no problems in the short term."
What he saw and perceived in the spell was equally strange. This was no ordinary spell.
Upon hearing this, Vifiya had already thought about it. Even if Neve's matter was urgent, there was no way to deal with it. Since there would be no problem in the short term, she would first solve the problem of how to get to the Pope's scriptorium.
But before she did so, she sat up straight and said seriously, "The help I'm asking you for might be dangerous."
As soon as the words fell, Isidore's attention was all on the word "danger". He looked at her straight in the eye and said, "You can't go alone. You have to take me with you."
Vifiya looked at him, as if confirming something, then quickly looked away, let out an unnoticeable breath, and began to draw a map on the parchment.
It didn't take long for Vifiya to put down her quill.
Isidore lowered his eyes. Although the map was simple, he could tell that it was the Holy See, and more importantly, the internal structure of the Holy See.
The Vatican will not allow outsiders to enter.
He instantly cast a soundproofing spell inside the tent.
Vifiya pointed her slender finger towards the location of the secret archives and raised her eyes. "I need to find something here. I'd like you to help me attract the attention of some of the guards. If possible, help me teleport here."
Vifiya picked up the quill again and began to write and draw on the map. After stopping, she turned the map over and showed it to Isidore.
"This is the distribution of the Holy See's forces."
Since Vifiya chose to ask him for help, she was willing to trust him. She also thought about how to answer if he asked her why she knew all this.
"There are magicians in the Holy See, but I can't be sure how many magic circles there are."
She pointed to the east. "This is the most heavily guarded area. We need to create a scene here, preferably to get the guards in the museum to leave. However, the guards here generally won't leave, so it will be difficult. I'll find a way."
Time passed little by little, and Isidore listened to Vifiya's plan without interrupting her until she finished speaking, his expression remained the same.
Only when his eyes touched her face, with a hint of tenderness, did he speak: "I will activate the teleportation array without letting the magicians inside notice, but the specific teleportation point can only be determined when we are near the Vatican."
Isidore thought for a moment and added, "The natural magic power of the world itself is uneven. Teleportation points can only be effective in places with sufficient magic power."
He continued, "The teleportation array is quite special. It can only be activated if you possess magic power."
Vifia understood what he meant. Even if she could be teleported to the archives, she would not be able to use the teleportation array again, so that was why she needed to lure away the archives guards.
"I'll go in with you," Isidore blurted out.
Vifiya shook her head. Someone was needed to hold the guards outside, and there were too many uncertainties in the plan itself. It would be less dangerous for Isidore to be outside. He was a magician and could leave at any time.
She said: "If you are discovered, leave me alone..."
"Vefia."
Before she could finish her words, Isidore interrupted her anxiously. He stared into her red eyes and was silent for a long time. Vifiya was about to see something in his eyes.
Isidore lowered his head, and where she couldn't see, he clenched his hands.
He just felt at a loss, deep in his memory, her bleeding would not stop no matter what he did.
His heart suddenly trembled.
He didn't dare to go against her wishes. He was secretly happy that she was willing to trust him and ask for his help, but he was also afraid that she would exclude him from her plan because he disagreed with some parts of it.
He was absolutely convinced that she would take the risk alone.
Finally, he said, "Let Kaharun come and help."
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