People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 1002 The Pope Wants to Run Away

The warm afternoon sun shines through the windows into the spacious room.

The Pope sat on a chair in his room in the cathedral, enjoying his afternoon rest. The warm sunlight made him squint his eyes comfortably, and the cactus tart in his hand seemed to become more delicious.

boom--

The door was pushed open by a musketeer with a loud noise.

"Your Holiness, something big has happened!" the musketeer said anxiously.

"Qi Yan wants to seize my position as Pope?" the Pope asked slowly.

"...That's not the case."

The Pope shook his head regretfully and put the cactus tart into his mouth.

The gun cavalry is a bit difficult to hold.

What are you regretting?

"Your Holiness, Qi Yan is not here to take your position as Pope, but he has bad intentions." The cavalryman reminded seriously, "He ran and grabbed Andorn, and then I don't know what the two said, but he brought Andorn and a group of people straight to the cathedral!"

"Is Andorn going to take my position as Pope?" The Pope asked with some anticipation.

"No, do you really want to retire?" The musketeer was a little crazy.

"No, I still like the position of Pope."

The Pope licked the remaining cactus tart on his lips and said worriedly, "But I don't know if I will be sent to the stake and burned to ashes after having such a big fun, so I thought of choosing a scapegoat to help me bear the blame and escape in advance... Qi Yan's nursing home is good."

Gun Cavalry: ???

Now the musketeer finally put aside the matter of Qi Yan and Andorn coming to kill them, and walked quickly forward to the Pope.

He looked at the Pope carefully, and then said in a serious tone:

"Can you tell me what you have done? I am so panicked!

Do I need to prepare to flee now? Or should I defect right away at this critical moment and become the first to charge the cathedral?"

The Pope comforted him: "Don't worry, it's still not as bad as a batch of sugar cakes that are all burnt."

"Wouldn't that mean the sky is falling?!"

When the cavalry heard this, they couldn't help but raise their voices a few degrees.

"It's just a metaphor. It's not really burnt."

"That's good."

They both let out a long sigh of relief at the same time, and the tense atmosphere gradually eased.

The gun rider fiddled with the oversized revolver he carried with him for a moment, and his mood calmed down as he felt the cold and hard touch of it.

"Your Excellency the Pope, it seems that you already have a detailed plan in mind, so I will not disturb your meeting with Qi Yan and others."

The Gun Rider turned around and said, "Bring Oren back from Villiver, and I will be responsible for supervising the interrogation process."

"Hey, they are having a great time, why are you messing up?" The Pope had seen through everything. "Just do what you should do, okay?"

“What should I do?”

The musketeers were obviously puzzled.

Seeing that this person did not follow his train of thought, the Pope shook his head and looked directly at the musketeer.

Through empathy, the gunner immediately understood something.

He couldn't help but tremble:

"Your Holiness...are you serious?"

“Empathy cannot be faked.”

"...Okay, I'll contact the other lancers and try my best to ensure that the order in Lateran remains stable amidst the chaos."

"Thanks a lot."

“Thank you for your hard work.”

The musketeer saluted the Pope with the most standard etiquette, then turned around and strode out of the room.

The Pope sat alone in a chair in the room, his old face calm, as if he was lost in some thoughts that he could not tell anyone else.

After a moment, he reached for the remaining cactus tart on the table, only to discover something regrettable.

"It's getting cold so quickly."

The cactus tart was placed back on the table, becoming the first cactus tart in the history of this land to survive the hands of Evangelista XI.

The door was pushed open again, and Qi Yan walked in with Andorn, chattering.

"Lao Deng, we just encountered a musketeer. What are you trying to scare them with?"

Qi Yan started yelling as soon as he entered the room: "Look how scared he was by the cavalry. When he saw me, he started talking nonsense about how you are a good leader and asked me to save your life at the critical moment."

"This guy, why bother?" The Pope couldn't help but laugh.

After saying this, he had no intention of wasting words with Qi Yan on this matter. His eyes passed Qi Yan and fell on the thin man.

"You're here." The Pope greeted him.

Andorn bowed modestly and recited in a serious manner:

"The guardian, supervisor, and practitioner of the Supreme Law, the eleventh saint who inherited the name of Evangelista, who possessed the virtues of sacrifice and unity, His Holiness the Pope who stands at the pinnacle of the Lateran Holy Land."

"Why recite words of worship that you don't believe in?" The Pope chuckled and waved his hand.

"I have doubts about the law, but that doesn't mean I'm dissatisfied with you. You are an old man worthy of respect." Andorn said calmly.

"This is the first time we've met."

"But your deeds are not hard to find."

"How can you tell how much of it is true and how much is false? If you are being polite, just put it aside for now."

The Pope extended his hand to signal Qi Yan and Andorn to sit down.

After the two of them sat down, he poured them fresh juice and started chatting with them like a friend:

"If nothing unexpected happens, the two of you will meet first. I believe Qi Yan must have said a lot of important information."

"He has revealed to me a little about the nature of the law." Andorn did not hide it.

"Hey! I'm just revealing a little bit." Qi Yan quickly emphasized, "I'm also very curious about that machine. When you're done talking about it, don't forget to take me to see it."

Pope: “…You call this a little bit?”

Andorn tried his best to maintain a calm appearance.

Even though he already knew from Qi Yan that the existence of law might be a cruel and false pursuit for Sakota, when the cold term "machine" came out of Qi Yan's mouth, Andorn still felt sad.

There was a sigh.

The Pope looked somewhat sad and said wistfully:

"Qi Yan, if you want to meet him, that's fine, but I'm still not sure if Andoen can meet him. In this situation, there really isn't the right atmosphere for us to verify each other."

"Andon is qualified, so just go ahead and do it boldly. I won't be responsible if anything goes wrong." Qi Yan patted his chest and promised.

The Pope nodded, but suddenly realized something was wrong and almost entered the spiritual realm of Liberia on the spot.

Picking up the cup full of juice, the Pope forced the "ah" that was about to come to his lips to swallow back into his stomach.

Then, he spoke again:

"Qi Yan, you have already helped Andoen solve his doubts. So before I meet the main engine of law, can you also help me solve a doubt?"

Qi Yan was surprised: "I thought you, Old Deng, were in charge of the whole situation, and your mind was as clear as a mirror. Do you also have doubts?"

The Pope nodded, looked at Qi Yan and asked seriously:

"I want to learn from you the truth buried in history. I want to know the reason why Sakota and Sarkaz split."

Hearing this, Qi Yan felt a little bit at a loss.

He knows nothing.

"As the Pope, do you really not pass down any of this kind of thing?" Qi Yan asked back.

“It can be said to be the erosion of history, or it can be said to be a drawback of religion,” the Pope explained. “Regarding this matter, the text in the records is as vague as revelation, allowing future generations to interpret it in any way they want.”

"In other words, history can no longer be traced?" Qi Yan confirmed again.

The Pope nodded seriously.

Qi Yan straightened his back slightly and instantly felt confident.

Since you really don’t know, that’s easy!