Su Bei was happy at first, and then his face darkened.

Fortunately, as a military special operator, Ying Xiaoying did not expect to have such privileges and opportunities.

What’s dark is whether I will have any privacy in the future?

"Xiaoying, then I'll leave this matter to you."

He groaned and said to the lapel pin, "By the way, let me know when Mao Fujian comes back."

"Copy that, manager."

Ying Xiaoying replied cheerfully.

After Su Bei finished his work, he quickly returned to the library. Reading was the most important thing.

Life has a limit but knowledge not.

If a scholar-official does not study for a day, he will feel that the language is tasteless and the appearance is disgusting.

…

Ugly Country, Button City.

An inconspicuous church, with round arches and pointed corners, stands in the darkness.

Under the dim light of the oil lamp, a young priest came in a hurry.

Behind him, there was an old man wearing a white coat carrying a medicine box.

"Lord Saint, this is the most powerful doctor in Button City. I specially invited him to come and treat you."

Revere said respectfully to his superior.

The gray-haired St. John turned his back to him and faced the church to pray, seeming to be much older.

The doctor looked up curiously. The figure in front of him was a bit stooped and did not look like the legendary strongest man in the Chou Kingdom.

The two waited for a long time.

St. John is still praying with his eyes closed.

"Lord Saint..."

Young Revere asked in a low voice.

The figure above finally slowly opened his eyes, turned around, and looked calmly down the stage.

"Revere, which chapter have you read in the Book of Prophecy?" St. John did not answer Revere's words, but asked about his study progress.

Revere didn't know why, but he still said respectfully: "Reporting to the Saint, this is the second chapter."

He didn't know whether he was learning quickly or slowly, and he felt a little nervous.

However, St. John, who stood quietly above, nodded slightly, showing satisfaction.

"Revere, I was seriously injured by the Dragon King of Kyoto and can only barely survive. The future of the Yeki Temple falls on you."

He said solemnly, and waved his right hand gently, and the faint light danced.

The old doctor who was watching closed his eyelids and was instantly hypnotized into sleep, falling to the ground.

When he wakes up, he will not remember this trip to the church, nor will he remember the name of St. John.

"This... Lord Saint, can I, can I?" Revere asked a little stammering, "Is there really no way to recover from your injuries?"

St. John shook his head again and waved his hand gently.

His meaning is very obvious. This sentence and this topic need not be discussed again from now on.

"Lord Saint, in addition to you, the Yeji Temple also has Lord Ma Tepu, so you don't have to worry about the future of the temple."

Revere said with relief.

However, how could he, as a young man, understand the political struggle at the upper level?

The church is as dark as the chapel.

At this moment, St. John suddenly raised his head, narrowed his deep eyes, and looked at the door of the Yechi Church.

"It's too late. I'm seriously injured and I no longer have the ability to predict things."

He sighed softly, looked at the young priest below who lowered his hands respectfully, and said, "Revere, hurry up! Go out through the back door and leave Ugly Country! The further away, the better, the sooner the better!"

His tone was anxious, which was rare.

Revere was startled and asked: "What's wrong, Lord Saint?"

"Hahaha! You're leaving now, don't you think it's already too late?"

Suddenly an arrogant voice sounded at the door.

A tall man, wearing a black robe, walked in slowly.

On his left and right sides, more than a dozen arbiters in black clothes and robes quickly followed.

"Ma Tepu, you're still here,"

St. John looked grave and said slowly.

"Haha, Saint John! You are getting old, and it is my turn to be the first saint of the Yeji Temple."

Ma Tepu in black robes laughed wildly.

"Whatever you can't accomplish, the Xia Kingdom that you can't deal with, and the future that you can't control, leave it all to me!"

There was a sense of arrogance in his tone. He had the confidence to control the situation and turn everything upside down.

"Ma Tepu, you have never seen the grace of the Dragon King of Kyoto, and you don't understand the power of the Xia Kingdom."

St. John slowly shook his head and said with seriousness, "I can give up my position as the number one saint to you. But please, don't deal with Xia Kingdom within ten years."

Unfortunately, Ma Tepu's face was full of disbelief.

"Hahaha, you brag about how powerful the Kyoto Dragon King is! But I, Ma Tepu, don't believe it! This is all fake news, fake news!"

He raised his hand, and a group of arbiters armed with weapons and firearms surrounded St. John.

"No matter how powerful the Dragon King of Kyoto is, can he stop the latest anti-matter bomb developed by our country?"

Ma Tepu laughed sarcastically.

It turns out that Ugly Country has also made breakthrough progress in its research on anti-matter bombs.

However, he didn't know yet that Xia's first anti-matter bomb had already been exploded in the East China Sea.

"Saint Ma Tepu! You, how can you deal with Lord St. John like this!"

Revere finally came to his senses and shouted anxiously.

Ma Tepu glanced at him, looked at St. John, and said with a smile: "Is this the successor you selected? A fool? A little baby?"

"Can he lead the Yeki Temple to strength and lead the Ugly Nation to dominate the world?"

"Haha, what a joke!"

St. John looked at Ma Tepu calmly and shook his head slowly. He understood that people like this could no longer be persuaded by reason.

Now Ma Tepu is a madman.

"My prophetic eye will not be wrong. Revere has great potential. The Xia Kingdom is destined to be destroyed, but it will not be destroyed in the hands of our Chou Kingdom."

St. John closed his eyes and sighed, tried one last time and said.

"Ma Tepu, let me advise you. Wait another ten years. The Xia Kingdom will not survive for ten years. When it is destroyed, it will not be too late for you to lead the Chou Kingdom to dominate the world.

"And Revere can be your right-hand man and help you keep the Yeki Temple strong and prosperous!"

Ma Tepu frowned slightly, instinctively feeling disbelief, and a look of loneliness on his face.

However, the great prophecy of the Temple of Jekyll is well known to the world, and the person who made the prophecy was St. John.

"Hmph! It's just you? Are you a young boy worthy of being our right-hand man?"

After all, he smiled disdainfully and said, "St. John, no need. You don't need to worry about world domination! Just let him accompany you and hit the road!"

After saying that, he waved his hand violently.

The crowd swarmed forward and there was the sound of gunfire.

However, St. John's body suddenly burst into light.

The besieging people couldn't help but close their eyes.

The bullets that came out of the barrel stopped, and were fixed in the void one by one by the blazing light.

A white angelic shadow appeared on St. John's body.

He looked calmly at Revere in the audience, and said: "My child, I can no longer see the future of Yeji Temple. But I believe that its future lies with you."

"Go! Stay away from this country. When you return, it will be the day when you ascend to the glory of the Saint!"

The white angel wings waved gently toward the audience, and a teleportation aperture immediately appeared next to Revere, which released endless attraction.

"Lord Saint!"
To be continued...