It All Starts with the Wizard

The Holy Land Surafal-Caldera Cathedral.

Pope Indal looked at the star map at the top of the church without saying a word, and behind him stood two cardinals, Fett and Clement.

For a long time, seeing that the pope had been silent, Clement seemed a little impatient. He glanced at Fett on the side, only to find that this old man, who was a few years older than him, was closing his eyes and slumbering, with an attitude of nothing to do with him. , Suddenly was speechless.

So Clemente carefully considered the words, and then asked tentatively:

"Under the crown of the Pope, although Origen acted arbitrarily this time, we must not sit back and watch about his death in the Taman Kingdom, otherwise the majesty of the church will plummet, and the less honest royal families will definitely be even more unscrupulous. of."

Clement lowered his head and finished speaking, but did not get a response. He couldn't help but look up, only to find that the pope was still looking at the star map above, as if he hadn't heard what he said.

Now Clement also knew the Pope's attitude, so he closed his mouth wisely and waited quietly for the Pope's instructions.

After a long time, the pope’s old voice finally sounded in this empty hall:

"Oligen, Oligen Dorrance, what a pity, what a pity."

While sighing, the pope, leaning on crutches, slowly walked to a huge high-back chair and sat down, facing the two cardinals below.

Although Pope Indal's face was old, there was a breathtaking light from his somewhat muddy eyes.

At this time, Fett, who had been sleeping in a fake sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, and after coughing twice, he said slowly:

"Under the crown of the Pope, it is indeed a pity. If Origen does not die, there may be a chance to become your successor."

"Haha, Fett, do you think I'm a pity for Origen? No, you're wrong, this foolish fool, even if he gets back alive this time, I will put him on the fire."

The pope glanced at Fett and said blankly.

Although his voice was not high, it surprised both Fett and Clement, but Clement could not help but ask first:

"Why? Is it because of that heresy?"

The Pope leaned back in his chair, and an inexplicable look flashed across his wrinkled and age spots:

"Hehe, you are all too young, and you don’t know much about the church. I don’t know what that heresy represents. We only have one chance to deal with him. Fortunately, Origen didn’t mess things up completely, at least he didn’t ask for it. The court and the court intervened, and we still have some hole cards."

Hearing what the Pope said, Fett and Clement both found it incredible. They were almost a hundred years old, and they were even said to be too young. Moreover, the history of the church can be said to be back-to-back, not at all. Know what the pope is referring to.

Moreover, the importance attached to the heresy under the Pope's crown was too exaggerated, and he almost regarded him as the life and death enemy of the church, placing him on the same status as the church, which undoubtedly made them even more unacceptable.

But before they could understand, the pope paused heavily on the crutches in his hand, and there seemed to be flames in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:

"Go get ready and gather the most elite forces of the church. Now that it is for this purpose, then the knight king will definitely not let go of this golden opportunity. The moment of life and death for the church is about to come, the glory of Suma. Whether it can keep shining on this land, it won’t be long before we can see and know!"

......

The Empire of Steel Ze, the immortal city-Oberenza.

In the central assembly hall of the empire, Lancelot and another heavily armored man were kneeling on one knee, and in front of them, the supreme ruler of the empire, Knight King Reinhard Caesar, was sitting on a sheet of black iron. On the cast high-back chair, he frowned and looked at the roll of parchment in his hand.

The atmosphere in the entire council hall is a bit subtle. Both Lancelot and the big man have a little excitement on their faces and seem to be in high spirits, but Reinhardt's face is rather serious, and his sharp brows are slightly furrowed, even in his eyes. With a trace of worry.

But at this moment, the door of the parliament hall was suddenly pushed open, and a slender figure appeared outside the door. He glanced at Lancelot and the big man who were kneeling on the ground, and actually blew a whistle directly. Walked in on his own.

"Yo, Lancelot, Moosen, long time no see."

Seeing the visitor, Lancelot frowned and immediately murmured:

"Albane, this is the parliament hall. Before your majesty, you are too presumptuous!"

Elbahn didn’t care. In his opinion, Lancelot was good at everything. He was too old-fashioned and didn’t mean anything. He walked directly to the two of them, then narrowed his smile and faced the man on the throne. Reinhardt bowed and said:

"His Majesty."

Reinhardt put the parchment in his hand on the table, then looked at Albane, rubbed his eyebrows in anguish, and asked:

"Alba Enqing, I didn't expect you to come back. Why, the days outside are so boring? Finally I want to be a real knight?"

Reinhardt's words contained a bit of jokes, but Elbahn didn't dare to take it seriously, let alone respond with jokes. He knew how unpredictable this seemingly peaceful Majesty was.

"No, my dear Majesty, in fact, when I came back this time, I was entrusted by someone~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I want to introduce you to you."

At this moment Lancelot suddenly said slightly angrily:

"Albane, do you know what you are talking about? How can anyone see your Majesty?"

"It's okay, Secretary Lancelot, I'm also curious as to what kind of person can call Elbun."

Elbahn felt cold, and Reinhardt actually used the word "call" to give him a feeling of being completely seen, but now that he has no retreat, he can only pretend not to hear it. , Went on to say:

"That man calls himself Hugh Weiss, I don't know if it's his real name. He is neither a knight nor a priest, but he has a power that he has never seen before. In short, he is still very powerful."

"A power you haven't seen at all?"

Reinhardt rubbed his chin, and his eyes fell on the roll of parchment on the table. After a while, he smiled and said:

"Interesting, is it possible that Elbane, if you come back personally to recommend, then I will meet the self-proclaimed Mr. Hugh, what time?"

Elbaun didn't expect things to go so smoothly, so he was taken aback for a while and quickly said:

"The time is about seven days, and he will send someone to notify me of the specifics, and I will tell your Majesty when the time comes."

Reinhardt suddenly chuckled, waved his hand and said:

"No, you find a way to tell him that the meeting is scheduled at noon three days later. If he doesn't show up, there is no value in showing up."

There was an undoubted overbearing in Reinhardt's tone, and Elbaun glanced at him, only nodding to understand.

"Well, Elbaun, you have just returned to the capital, and you must be tired too. Go down and have a good rest."

Elbine glanced at Lancelot and Moosen next to him, knowing that he could not participate in the next issue, so he curled his lips, bowed and retired.