Meanwhile, in the Castle in the Sky.
【System prompt: Player Hongtao has logged into the game. 】
[Player Hongtao obtains the game identity (Son of the Saint)]
Sleeping in the soft couch, he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the familiar burgundy velvet curtain in front of him, his pupils shrank for a moment, and he took out his weapon - a poker card - and slashed forward, almost like an animal that was stimulated.
The hanging curtain was cut into pieces by the sharp edges of the playing cards, and fell like a bloody rain. On the table opposite, a pair of playing cards were overlapped ambiguously, and the bottom one was the Queen of Hearts - which represented hearts.
The top card usually represents the person who stayed over the previous night.
After reading the game instructions, Hongtao calmed down. He stood up and walked forward, slowly stretched out two fingers to touch the heart poker card on the table, then lowered his eyes and chuckled lazily:
“So it’s this game map.”
Reality, Heretic Management Bureau 3, 2:00 AM.
A helicopter landed secretly at the top of the third bureau, and a group of men in black bodyguard uniforms came out with briefcases. As soon as they landed from the top of the third floor, they were surrounded by members of the Heretic Management Bureau with guns raised.
The Third Bureau is a dangerous heretic storage room. It was originally built on a small island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, but later the island sank. The current head of the Third Bureau, Georgia, rebuilt the Third Bureau on another coast closer to the island at his own expense and expanded it in larger scale.
The current three bureaus have stricter guards and store a lot of dangerous heretics. Their main responsibility is to guard the heretics who have been taken in and to lease some of the heretics who have been determined to be taken in and are relatively safe to various countries.
The group of people in black bodyguard uniforms who were walking at the front raised their hands in surrender, indicating that they were harmless. They carefully showed a reservation ticket and said cautiously in English: "Hello, we have made a reservation to rent the heretic and have already paid the deposit."
The Heretic Management Bureau member took a look at the reservation ticket in his hand, slowly put down his gun, tilted his head and gestured to follow him.
The group of people breathed a relief and followed the people from the Heresy Management Bureau all the way down to the reception room on the first floor.
The member of the Heretic Management Bureau knocked on the door of the captain's office. A serious and dignified male voice came from inside, saying softly and politely, "Come in."
The man holding the reserved ticket pushed open the door and went in.
When he saw Georgia sitting in the office chair and turning to look at him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath - no matter how many times he saw this person, he would still be shocked by her overly eye-catching appearance, especially in such a solemn and well-organized place, the overly dark tones were really incompatible with her appearance.
"Hello, Captain Georgia." The man bowed respectfully to Georgia and sat down opposite her. He took out the reservation ticket and pushed it over. "We are here to pick up the low-risk heretic, the seven-single eel, that we reserved before."
Georgia lowered her eyes and glanced at the reservation ticket he pushed over. She didn't move, but folded her hands in front of her and said, "I need to examine your rental qualifications again."
The man got anxious and spoke with an accent: "Why do we need to inspect again? We have already inspected three times and we have passed all the tests!"
Seeing Georgia's calm and unmoved face, the man seemed to calm down. He realized that such an urgent attitude would not convince the cautious person in charge of the Third Bureau. He took a deep breath and looked at Georgia with the most pious eyes:
"Captain Georgia, the water pollution in our country is really serious. It has reached the point where even after multiple purifications, boiling and drinking the water will have an impact on everyone. You see."
As he spoke, the man eagerly took out his cell phone and played a news video to Georgia:
"…Water pollution in the country is getting worse. This year, 23 infants have died from drinking unpurified water. We sit in front of the government every day to protest, hoping that the government can come up with a solution."
"Hospitals and restaurants have almost all come to a standstill because of water pollution. The suicide rate and death rate are rising every day. The damage caused by water pollution is like an invisible disease spreading among the population. With nowhere else to turn, the people have begun to turn to various major religious sects, and the power of the Church has risen."
“Everyone started praying to God to solve the water pollution problem, but we all knew it was impossible…”
Before the host finished speaking, someone in the background started shouting frantically, "Who said it's impossible? God will definitely be able to solve it!"
"If God doesn't solve it, why don't you solve it for us?"
The host was soon beaten and dragged off the stage in the chaos, and the video screen went black and ended there.
Georgia's eyes moved slightly, but he still said nothing.
The man began to advise earnestly: "Captain Georgia, I believe you have read the report on our water pollution. It has reached an orange medium-risk mortality rate caused by the spread of heretics. According to the United Nations International Regulations of the Heretic Management Bureau, if you have heretics who can solve this crisis at this time, you must rent them to us!"
"This is to save all the innocent people in this country!"
Georgia finally spoke up, his eyes calmly glaring at the Vatican accessories on the man's cuffs: "But we usually only rent to government departments, not to the Vatican."
"But you have seen the current situation in the country," the man sighed with regret. "People do not trust the government, but only the Vatican. Under such circumstances, the government also intends to bring the Vatican under its jurisdiction."
The man smiled with a reserved and proud look: "--Without the help of the government, the Holy See would not have been able to obtain the reservation ticket from the Administration. You can now completely regard the Holy See as our government department. Our public support and voice are very high."
Georgia still didn't move.
The man's patience seemed to be running out, but he didn't dare to act rashly. Instead, he glanced at Georgia carefully, slowly put a large check on the table and pushed it over to her, then said carefully: "If you think it's a deposit issue, we can discuss it again."
——This is blatant bribery.
Georgia opened her eyes and looked at him coldly: "Do you think I'm short of money?"
The man immediately knew that he had touched a bad spot, and quickly took the check back. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Of course not. I have heard of your identity. How could you be short of money?"
"You are the heir to the Kingdom of Gold." The man smiled flatteringly.
He might have been kicked in the head by a donkey just now and came up with the idea of bribing Georgia with money. No one in this world may be short of money except Georgia.
Georgia is the eldest prince of the [Kingdom of Gold], with countless gold in his hands. He even rebuilt a third bureau that is larger than an island, and has not asked the headquarters for a penny to run it until now. How could he accept a bribe as small as a fingernail?
"Don't mention this title anymore. I'm just a civilian now." Georgia said in a normal tone, "My country has been destroyed."
The man nodded and said, "Okay, okay."
The country was indeed destroyed, and the gold was indeed inherited by Georgia.
"Really can't you lend it to us?" In Georgia's silence, the man asked again, the anxiety in his eyes almost overflowing, "We will return it immediately after we deal with the water pollution. Now you and I are in a stalemate here. I can sit here and show my sincerity in order to pass your test. I can use ten years to show our sincerity, but in my country, children are dying every moment because of drinking polluted water!"
"You don't want these children to be like you once were, helplessly watching their own people perish and their country fall, right?"
Georgia finally moved. He looked up at the man, stood up and said, "Show me the application documents again."
The man let out a long sigh and handed the document over with great trepidation. After Georgia read it carefully again, he raised his head and said, "It does meet the rental requirements."
"Come with me."
Following behind Georgia, who was walking quickly in front, she explained in a calm tone: "The seven-seven conger eel is a low-risk heretic that we have recently taken in. It is not very dangerous and the containment method is very convenient. We recently discovered that it can dissolve many pollutants in the water and has a unique effect on purifying water."
"After I came up with this report, I sent it to areas around the world where water pollution was so severe that it exceeded the risk of low-risk heretics, suggesting that heretics could be rented to help solve the water pollution problem."
Georgia turned around and looked at the man: "This is the seven-conger eel."
In front of the man were two coiled eels sleeping in two tanks. He tried his best to control his greedy eyes and showed an ecstatic expression: "This is the low-risk heretic seven-spotted eel that can solve water pollution, right?"
"Yes." Georgia nodded, and soon his tone became serious, "But no matter how low-risk it is, it is still heresy."
"Seven-seven eels are not harmful in other ways. Their only danger comes from reproduction. They reproduce very quickly. If you put a male and a female in a tank, the whole tank will be filled with their offspring in just one night."
"So to prevent any accidents, we rent them separately and only rent the males."
The man's greedy eyes suddenly turned cold. He paused for a moment before carefully asking, "Can't we rent the mother body?"
"No." Georgia refused without hesitation. "The seven-seven eels can only be dissolved when they are trapped in the cavity inside the human body. Although the liquid after dissolution will not cause too much harm to the human body, it will cause certain mutations."
"Although the reason is still unclear, and the dissolution of seven-seven eels has a certain gender orientation, male eels can only be dissolved by the male's internal cavity, and female eels can only be dissolved by the female's internal cavity."
The man looked at the eel's mouth and felt his scalp tingling: "The internal cavity of a man?!"
Georgia glanced at him from head to toe and said in a normal tone, "Women's saliva is more solvent, but men's intestinal fluid is more solvent."
"?!" The man laughed awkwardly and subconsciously tightened his hips. "Captain Georgia, don't you feel scared when you talk about this?"
"Scary?" Georgia turned his eyes back and looked deeply at the eels in the observation cabinet, and whispered, "If this is all it takes to save my hometown, then what's so scary about it?"
Soon, Georgia regained her composure: "Male seven-seven eels cannot reproduce on their own, so renting is safe, you don't have to worry too much."
"But the purification speed of an eel is too slow." The man stared at the female eel in the observation cabinet, "Can't you lend us the female one as well?"
"No." Georgia refused coldly, "The female eel is not stable yet. We have observed its reproduction before and found that it has an obvious tendency to over-reproduce. Recently, it has reproduced only females, with almost no males. It seems that it is about to expand its reproduction scale."
The man's eyes lit up: "All females?"
——Then can't we just use women to dissolve it?
"So the mother body is not rented." Georgia made a simple decision and looked at the man, "Come and handle the rental procedures."
"Oh, OK, OK." The man almost tore his eyes away from the female eel reluctantly. "Captain Georgia, let me make a phone call to inform the country first and tell them that we only borrowed one eel so that we can prioritize the area for use."
This request was completely reasonable. Georgia nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Georgia returned to the office, and the man went to the helicopter pad on the rooftop of the Bureau of Heresy to make a phone call.
In the office, Georgia seemed frozen, looking at the water pollution data handed over by the man with his chin in deep thought. Seeing him like this, the team members next to him asked, "Captain, are you still worried? There are no problems with his procedures."
"And he's just a low-risk heretic."
Georgia frowned: "I know."
"I just think..."
The team members curiously asked: "What do you think?"
"It's a bit of a coincidence." Georgia looked at the man's profile, his brows furrowed more and more tightly, "Just now this country had a serious water pollution problem, and then we took in a low-risk heretic who could just be rented to them to solve the water pollution problem."
"It's like..."
Something invisible is arranging them.
On the rooftop, the man walked away from the Heretic Management Bureau members and returned to the helicopter. The moment he made the call, his face quickly changed with excitement:
"Hey, I saw a conger eel."
"Is this thing really as you said, that after it is dissolved, the bones will be peeled off and can be used to forge weapons just like metal ore?"
"The Church needs weapons. All the large mines are controlled. If we can get the seven-single eel, it will be an inexhaustible mine. We can use this to arm the Church from top to bottom."
"…Money is not a problem. We have the support of big money…"
"But there's only one problem." The man suddenly lowered his voice and glanced at the Third Bureau with a sinister look. "The head of the Third Bureau is only willing to lend me males. Without females, there's no way for me to reproduce."
The bishop's hoarse laughter came from the phone: "Father Quan Zhendong, don't worry about this problem. God will bless you."
The man's eyes lit up: "What should I do?"
"We have received some gifts from the gods. The strange props offered to us are comparable to heresy." The bishop laughed hoarsely twice again, "This makes it easier for us to steal."
The man frowned. "But the control in the third round is very strict. If the mother body is missing, I will be killed immediately."
"No, we are not stealing the mother body." The bishop chuckled. "Have you forgotten what the person in charge said? He said that the mother body reproduces very quickly, and the next generation born are all mother bodies."
"We just need to let the two eels reproduce quickly, then steal the female eel born from the mother, plus the male eel we rented--"
The bishop sighed with satisfaction: "God loves the world, and the Holy See is great."
Quan Zhendong also laughed out loud. He looked towards the Bureau of Heresy, his eyes gleaming with a ghostly light: "God loves the world, and the Holy See is great."
Three o'clock in the morning.
Quan Zhendong almost trotted onto the helicopter. He looked at the two eels entangled in the tank with an enthusiastic tone: "Got it, Bishop!"
"Well done." The bishop laughed happily over there. He seemed to be clinking glasses with someone. The crisp sound of glasses colliding came from the phone. His tone became drunken. "Send the eel back, and then come to the secondary island to relax."
"You are on the secondary island?!" Quan Zhendong was not happy when he heard the name, but was shocked. "Are you crazy? Have you forgotten what happened to those people on the main island?"
"The Sky City Harajima has been controlled by the Queen, and everyone in it is her slave and lackey!"
"The island you built without the Queen's knowledge will be discovered by him sooner or later! He will torture you to death when the time comes! How dare you go up there!"
The bishop was silent for a while, and his breathing became heavy: "You are right, I am really too happy today. I thought that the queen seemed to be busy with other things recently and did not patrol the island..."
"I'll get off the island right away!"
"Don't go to the Sky City's secondary island!" Quan Zhendong overstepped his authority and fiercely warned the bishop, "If you don't want to be discovered and our church's cause be messed up by this lunatic queen!"
After hanging up the phone, Quan Zhendong's excitement about stealing the seven-single eel had completely disappeared. He was sweating profusely and leaned against the seat of the helicopter with his eyes closed. It was a long time before he dared to open his mobile phone and look through the photos inside.
There is a special album called the Queen's Album. Quan Zhendong opened it with trembling hands.
The first photo in the album was of a very handsome boy, who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old, with a pair of extremely attractive purple eyes. He looked coldly and lazily at the person who was taking the photo of him.
Quan Zhendong couldn't control the obsession in his eyes, nor could he control the fear he felt from the bottom of his heart towards this person. He half-closed his eyes, placed the photo on his phone on his chest, and murmured in a daze:
"…The Queen."
Every man who has met the queen should have this attitude towards her.
Twenty-five years ago, a world-renowned dancer appeared in their country. She was most famous for the opera "Salome". Countless people were captivated by her graceful dancing. She was only 19 years old, a very young dancer, and it could be said that she had a bright future.
She had a good family environment, with loving parents and a harmonious family. She was brought up to be kind and innocent, and soon had her own dance studio. At the height of her fame, her first national tour was actually a charity performance, and all the proceeds were donated to organizations and churches in need.
Coupled with her devout faith, everyone called her a saint from then on.
The saint is said to have a certain foreign ancestry. She is very beautiful, with a pair of purple eyes that sparkle like gems. Although she dances a somewhat evil, witch-like role in "Salome", after each performance, when she holds up the flowers given to her by everyone on the stage and smiles shyly, she still behaves like a 19-year-old girl.
This contrast makes everyone like her and praise her for her dedication and beauty.
But during a charity tour, something happened to the saint and she was forced by a priest. However, the priest forced the saint to testify that he and she were in an affair and provided a series of evidence - such as photos of the saint smiling at him on the stage, and photos of the saint smiling and shaking hands with him.
In these photos, when the saint looked at him, her eyes were full of affection, and the saint was speechless - she was like this no matter who she looked at.
But the priest's majestic status and the country's reverence for priests turned these groundless rumors into ironclad evidence. At the same time, the priest also expressed affectionately that he gave up his priesthood for the saint and said he was willing to give up his faith and be with the saint forever - priests and nuns are the same in that they dedicate everything they have to God and are not allowed to marry.
This moved the whole country, and everyone hoped that the saint and the priest would be together.
But the saint refused.
Although she was a devout believer, she did not want to marry a priest.
Soon the controversy surrounding her grew, culminating when she was discovered to be pregnant.
In their country, believers in the Holy See are not allowed to kill unborn lives. This is original sin. The saint finally chose to give birth to the child.
Under such circumstances, everyone's desire to encourage the saint and the priest to be together became stronger and stronger, even to the point where the saint felt that if she did not marry the priest, she would be unfair to the child in her belly, not giving it a father, and would be ignorant of good and bad - but you also want to give birth to the child, you are in love with the priest, and you also believe in the Vatican.
Then why don't you want to marry a priest?
He has done so much for you.
If it were me, I would be willing to marry a priest - many girls who believe in the Vatican advise the saint in this way.
But the saint was unwilling to do so. When the situation was about to escalate to an irreversible level, a heroic bishop appeared.
This bishop was also a believer in the Vatican. His status was higher than that of a priest and his identity was purer than that of a priest. He fell in love with the saint at first sight and did not care about the child in her belly at all - he was willing to quit the Vatican and marry the saint.
The bishop boldly expressed his love to the saint in front of everyone. He said, "When I saw you, a 14-year-old, stepping onto the stage for the first time to play Salome, I was deeply fascinated by you, but I knew that your heart and mine would be dedicated to God, so I never disturbed you."
But now, I feel I can bother you, will you stay with me?
After much protest, the saint finally gave in. She married the bishop and moved abroad under his protection. She was no longer disturbed by rumors and lived a very happy life for a while.
The bishop seemed to really love the Saint. His house was filled with photos of her when she was in her teens and had just stepped onto the stage. He also had copied every one of her early performances on videotapes and saved them. He often watched the Saint in those videos to the point of being fascinated.
"You are so beautiful." The bishop exclaimed, "I really regret that I didn't meet you when you were fourteen years old. I would have pursued you madly at that time."
"It's a pity that when I first saw you on tour, you were already eighteen years old."
The saint looked at the bishop's infatuated photo of herself who was too young. She felt something strange in her heart, but the man's genuine love made her let down her guard.
"Will you like my child?" asked the saint.
"Of course, she will be as beautiful as you." The bishop said humorously, "Why should I not like her?"
The saint looked at the many girls' supplies piled up in the nursery room. She asked hesitantly, "You seem to like girls?"
"Yes." The bishop smiled softly, "A girl as beautiful as you were when you were fourteen."
"What if this child..." the saint looked up at the bishop, "is a boy?"
The bishop was silent for a moment, the expression on his face gradually disappeared, but soon he smiled again: "No, it must be a girl, I hope it is a girl."
The Saint paused and said, "You can go check your gender."
"No, I will not use any measures to disturb her coming." The bishop gently supported the saint's shoulders. He looked at the saint's belly, patted it gently, and murmured, "Have you forgotten? In our doctrine, it is extremely impolite and disrespectful to casually test an unborn child. It will disturb their coming."
"They will fly out of my hands like angels."
Days passed and the baby was born.
It's a boy.
The saint will never forget the disappointed look on the man's face when he saw that the child was a boy - it was like opening a gift that he had been waiting for for a long time, only to find that the gift inside was not what he wanted.
It's like the delicious fruit you've been waiting for so long, but just before it's about to ripen and enter your mouth, you discover it's made of plastic.
"I'll take the child away," the bishop said coldly, "and you just stay here."
The saint looked at the man in disbelief: "Where are you taking him?!"
"The Island in the Sky." The bishop looked at the saint and explained casually, "It's a holy land built by the Vatican. It's just right for a newborn child like him to go there and receive education from the Lord. There will be priests who like this child there and they will teach him well."
The saint stared at the bishop and asked, "What is that place?"
The bishop looked at the saint, her wild hair, her face that was no longer youthful and attractive, and her eyes that had become sharp and determined. He couldn't help but sigh with regret: "You are no longer the girl I once liked. I can choose to let you go, and you can go up if you want."
"That's right, you have dedicated your best years to me." The bishop laughed again, "Next, you can return to the island and dedicate your body to God and other people in the Vatican again."
"There are still many people who like you."
Castle in the sky.
Before setting foot on this island, no one could imagine that there is such a dirty place above the sky.
The man who had put on his bishop's uniform again introduced the saint who had climbed up to the sky city in a normal tone. He also smiled and said, "It's amazing, right? There really is a magical island floating above the sea in this world."
"We bought this from a mysterious gentleman. He has many such magical things, but the prices are ridiculously high - such as this island that cannot be easily explored and cannot be landed without someone's introduction."
The bishop smiled and said, "The Castle in the Sky is a membership-based one. You can't get in easily without the introduction of a senior member of the Vatican."
"Those who can come here are those who have a sincere faith or can provide some help to our sincere faith."
The saint looked at the faces of many important figures from other countries who had just walked past her. They were people she had seen on TV. They all looked well-dressed, and were surrounded by at least two or three men and women in Vatican service uniforms, who seemed to be discussing something.
"They are not of high enough status, so they can only stay on the outer perimeter of the island," the bishop said lightly. "Only the truly important people can enter the inner perimeter of the island."
"Inner circle?" she asked softly.
The bishop smiled and said, "To enter the inner circle of the Sky City, you need a higher-level business card. A recommendation from a member of the Vatican is not enough."
"What business card?" She instinctively felt something was wrong.
The bishop felt extremely creepy as the business card was slowly spat out from his mouth.
The bishop looked at her with a smile. He reached out and touched the saint's long hair with sympathy: "Those who enter the inner circle must have very close interests, otherwise we might betray each other."
"So in order to unite everyone and to connect us closely to the greatness of the Holy See, we created a very special calling card."
“——That’s a human.”
"We will bring our closest person to the island as a business card, and then exchange them with each other, giving each other the feeling we once had, so that we can feel like brothers, and we will never betray each other again."
The bishop stroked the saint's blank face and chuckled, "I used to love you very much and didn't want to use you as a business card."
"But now you can be."
"Of course you can refuse. God is merciful and will give the right to refuse." The bishop smiled and said, "Then I will change my business card. The child can also be considered a close person of mine. I don't like boys, but many priests do. There are also everyone many little boys on this island."
"But none of them are as pretty as your child. I believe no one will refuse to use him as a business card."
"What's your choice?" The bishop seemed to have understood something from the saint's eyes. He smiled and said, "I still suggest that you don't think of resisting. The influence of the Tribunal is spread all over the world."
"I can easily kill you on this island, and no one will find out. At that time, I will still have the custody of your child, and he can still be my business card."
"It's just that I don't like to force you to choose this. Just like back then, I also liked that you chose to marry me, but that doesn't mean I don't have the right to force you."
"By the way," the bishop laughed, "the child's biological father is also on this island now, staying with a certain name card."
The saint remained silent for a long time. She glanced at the island floating in the sky and closed her eyes.
The child grew up day by day. He stayed alone in a large villa on an isolated island all year round and was not allowed to leave. His father was a bishop and his mother was a saint. Logically, he should have been a devout believer, but he hated the Vatican very much.
An indescribable, instinctive disgust.
His father was so cold to him that he thought he might even kill him one day just because he accidentally cut an extra rose he liked last night.
But his mother was very kind to him.
His mother was the most beautiful and best person in the world, although she was away from home all year round and could not be with him - this was one of her few shortcomings.
But she was very gentle. She would hold him and talk to him about the outside world and stories. So he magnanimously chose to forgive her shortcoming!
Although his mother was a saint, she never told him stories about the sect.
"Why?" he asked puzzledly.
She paused. "I would rather you believe in what you believe in, not what others believe in."
"Then what should I believe in?" he asked seriously.
She looked at him with mixed feelings, then smiled: "Love, respect, kindness."
"What's the use of believing in these things?" he asked puzzledly.
"My belief in these things once made me very painful. I was constantly hurt. Then I realized that I was one of the few people in the world who believed in these things. Most people would only use these things as reasons and excuses to hurt others." She paused, then smiled with relief, her purple eyes sparkling as she looked at him, "But my belief in these things gave me you."
"You are the best thing my faith has ever given me."
His mother was a dancer who could perform the beautiful Dance of the Seven Veils, which in his eyes was the most beautiful dance in the world. Of course, she still goes out dancing now.
She would dress up very, very beautifully, and then stand in the flower fields outside the villa on a sunny afternoon, smiling and waving at him, with a gentle glow in her purple eyes: "I'm going to dance!"
She said that.
So he lay on the balcony and responded to her loudly: "I'll wait for you to come back!"
She would usually come back very late, with her father, the bishop, whom he hated, and her clothes would be tattered. Then she would go back to her room, change out of her tattered clothes, take a long bath, and then walk up to him, still smiling and hugging him: "Today's dance is over."
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