"Pope, I have a favor to ask of you."
A middle-aged man dressed like a magician came up to the old man and saluted respectfully.
The hem of his dark blue robe was covered in dust, and it was obvious that he had come here in a hurry.
The Pope slowly raised his eyes, his gaze lingered on the haggard face for a moment, and his brows frowned.
"It's about your sister again."
The magician trembled all over, and his staff fell to the ground with a thud.
After all, this was not the first time he had pleaded with the Pope about this matter.
As the Pope's eldest disciple, he shouldn't be so humble.
His magical attainments are well-known throughout the Rose Order.
He has countless disciples, and even the ultimate magician of the Hebrew Empire has to address him respectfully when he sees him.
But now, this respected master of magic is like a beggar.
He has sought to see many people about this matter.
Three days ago, he visited several archbishops of the Order of the Rosary.
Those old friends and seniors who had always been on good terms with him just remained silent after hearing his request.
Finally, he sighed and said, "The war is tense now. We can't send elite troops to Cairo, Egypt, to break out of the prison. "
Two days ago, he knelt in front of the residence of two star magicians of the Rose Order.
Those were his two classmates.
In the end, the news he received was: "Two great star magicians have died."
"Yes, it is the Saint of Thorns and the Saint of Bloodscabs."
"This news was brought back by people from the front line."
So he could only leave sadly again.
Late last night, he even risked meeting with the Supreme Ruler King's confidant.
The black-robed commander known for his ruthlessness was even the brother of the Supreme Ruler King.
After hearing this, the other party just sneered: "Delaying the summoning ceremony for a girl who may have already rebelled? You are really confused."
Every rejection was like a knife cutting into his heart.
The people in the Rose Order began to avoid him on purpose, and the magic sect that used to work for him also looked at him with pity.
What's more terrifying is that he sensed that there was always a figure following him in the dark.
Obviously, the Pope had become suspicious of him.
Because now is the critical moment.
But that person was not only his disciple in the Rose Order, but also his only sister.
He even used a magic ritual at the cost of his life to see the shadow of the fragment in the distance.
In those scenes, he saw his sister tied up in a dungeon, just staring blankly at one place, as if waiting for something.
Moreover, it seemed that he had suffered inhuman torture.
Even at the cost of his life, he was unable to look at it for longer, as if the place was protected by some kind of magic.
Because of this, those fragmented images made him feel even more devastated.
He knew that if he didn't do something, his sister would probably go crazy.
Maybe, I will completely forget what he looks like!
When a brother hears that his only family member, his own sister, is being tortured thousands of miles away, how can he care about his status and dignity?
So, since there was no way to seek help, he could only take the risk.
That is, come directly to the Pope.
His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his lips trembled a few times before he squeezed out a sound: "Yes... yes."
"It's because of my sister."
The Pope sighed and frowned.
"You are one of the masters of the Eternal Power Spell. Why are you always so busy about this?"
"Don't you have more important things to do?"
“Do you know what period it is now?”
"She sacrificed her life for the great cause of the Rose Order and the Hebrew Empire. If you do this, you will only ruin the overall situation!"
The magician suddenly took a step forward excitedly: "But, the Pope!"
Then, he immediately realized his impoliteness and hurriedly stepped back: "She...she is my only family after all, you should be able to understand, right?"
"Part of the reason why I am here today is because..."
The Pope's voice was not loud, but it made Magic feel a chill in his heart.
"Okay, that's enough. I don't want to hear any more of this."
As the Pope spoke, the expression on his face became uglier.
"Now, the ceremony has reached the most critical stage."
"The Supreme King's power is growing every day, and his rationality is even higher by several times."
"With his current strength, he won't be fooled by the Saint Pharaoh again."
"We had a hard time getting him to this point. If Saint Egypt hadn't pushed him into a desperate situation, he would never have cooperated with us."
"You must cherish this opportunity!"
"Cherish this opportunity to bring the Rose Cult to the top!"
The magician listened to the other party's words and just clenched his teeth.
He knew that if Holy Egypt had not posed a real threat to the Hebrew Empire, the Supreme Ruler would never agree to use the "Eternal Power".
"You, just hold on for another month."
The Pope walked up to him and placed a bony finger on his shoulder.
"Once we become the first nation to successfully summon the 'Great Red Dragon', we can..."
But the magician didn't seem to care about it. He just looked up suddenly with tears in his eyes.
"But what happens after that?"
"You must promise me that you will rescue her!"
When the Pope heard this, his eyes suddenly became sharp: "I said, one month."
"Are you questioning my promise now?"
The magician knelt down hurriedly: "No! No! I was just too anxious! Please forgive me, Pope!"
The Pope leaned over and pulled him up, his voice suddenly softened: "Okay."
"I've recorded everything about you here."
The Pope also imitated the action that the Supreme King had just used and tapped his temple.
"When the day of victory comes, your sister will be rescued."
"When that happens, we can rescue her easily and without any danger."
"Not now."
"If anything goes wrong now, not only your sister, but also your own life will be in danger!"
The magician listened to the other party's words and felt as if his brain went blank.
He just nodded slowly and woodenly.
"That's it. You have to prioritize."
The Pope stood up straight, and his tone became majestic again.
"Okay, let's go back."
The Pope turned around and was about to leave, but he added something as if he remembered something.
"When the great red dragon descends, we can start preparing to rescue your sister."
The magician bowed deeply, then took one last look at the Pope's back.
His fingers quietly grasped his sister's hairband in his sleeves. It was something she left behind before leaving the sect and going to Holy Egypt.
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