Still a museum.

Ansbilis came for the second time, and he was familiar with the road. Osia was led by him, and his eyes looked at the artworks displayed on both sides from time to time.

"Do you like that statue?" Ansbilis asked.

Osia shook her head and said, "No, I'm not interested in other people's naked bodies."

Ansbilis's mouth bent: "It's really nothing to see."

Osia was happy: "Yes! Yes! I have to look in the mirror and look at myself! Hahaha..."

Ansbilis: "…"

The two of them were as leisurely and calm as real visitors. In contrast, Quentin, who was facing a great enemy, seemed a little overly nervous.

The person who talked with them was Timothy Greco, known as "one of the Pope's successors", but in fact he started taking over the Pope's affairs a few months ago and preparing for the succession of the Pope. It was said that he was busy. Sending him to the stage at this time shows his importance to Ansbilis - although, for Ansbilis himself, dealing with the famous old fox of the Holy See is not a privilege.

"I didn't expect that when you met for the second time, your name changed from Mr. Gangro to Mr. McAvey. Things are really unpredictable." Timothy said.

Ansbilis nodded and said, "Your keenness is indeed different from the rest of the Holy See."

Timothy felt a little proud: "Do you want me to explain the reason?"

Ansbilis shook his head: "No interest."

"..." He shouldn't expect the blood clan to support him. Timothy looked at Osia, "I met for the first time and admired Daming for a long time."

Osia said: "If you are a stock, I will definitely buy you."

Timothy looked puzzled: "I don't really understand what you mean."

Osia made a gesture of shooting at him with both hands: "I'm very optimistic about you."

Ansbilis put his shoulder unhappily and smiled, "Dear, no matter how much you look at him, he can only treat a cup of boiled water with holy water. I promise it won't suit your taste."

Timothy said: "If you like, I can also make coffee in holy water."

Ansbilis said: "Pour instant coffee a third pack, otherwise you won't taste the taste of holy water."

"...Let's end the pleasant greetings and get to the point." Timothy sat down and said to Ansbilis, "What's your explanation for joining the Nine-stricken Association?"

Ansbilis said: "Where did you hear nonsense?"

"I have a very reliable source of intelligence," Timothy lied without changing his face. "It has been established for many years and never made any mistakes. It provides me with a very detailed list of the Anti-Nine Associations, and you are in it."

Ansbilis said: "This list won't come from the Pope's dream, right?"

Timothy said: "I promise that the Pope has been sleeping well recently and doesn't even snore. Don't distract from the topic." He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it slowly, without even realizing that Osia and Ansbilis were staring at each other. "Maybe after hearing these names, you can revel your memory."

“Irving Parker.”

"Martin Bona."

"David Edison."

Timothy was going to continue reading, but was suddenly interrupted by Ansbilis: "Are you sure it's not David Beckham and Thomas Edison?"

Timothy was stunned for a moment, and then came back to his senses when he heard Osia smirking: "I thought we were talking about the topic seriously."

Ansbilis said: "I have never heard of these names you said."

"Is that?" Timothy put down the paper: "What a coincidence, these happen to be the list of vampires killed after Lilith came to the human world."

Ansbilis raised his eyebrows: "Obviously I'm not."

Timothy said: "This doesn't show your innocence. Maybe you are the next target, but Lilith left too early to get started."

Ansbilis was too lazy to explain. You know, at least one-third of the list in Timothy's hand was killed. He sneered: "So you want to put false guilty on me for a list of unknown origin?"

Timothy said: "The Nine Society is the public enemy of the Nine Realms, and I must deal with it carefully."

Seeing the conversation between the two people reaching a meaningless deadlock, Osia finally came out to rescue: "We just know a little about the Reverse Nine Society of the Human World." He briefly said Gordon's origin and behavior. He hesitated for a while and saved the severity of Metatron and Mamen. Metatron's status in the Holy See is self-evident, and it would be bad if the other party thought he had made up stories and blasphemed the angel.

After hearing his words, Timothy was silent for a while and said, "Is there any evidence to prove it?"

Osia said: "Godden...there is no bones left. I'm afraid there is no way." Whether it's going to hell or to heaven, Gordon is no longer in the human world.

Timothy said: "You should know that this era requires evidence in evidence."

Osia said: "You are right, and the suspicious interests are attributed to the defendant. The evidence you have filed is too weak, please forgive us for not agreeing."

Timothy sighed: "Since we cannot resolve the deadlock, this matter can only rise to negotiations between the Holy See and the Vampire. Mr. Ansbilis cannot leave Rome for the time being. We will not restrict your movements, but will send someone to monitor your whereabouts."

He said so frankly that Osia was stunned. He wanted to refute a few words, but was pulled by Ansbilis.

"Okay, I accept." He agreed unexpectedly.

Not only Osia, but even Timothy looked at him unexpectedly, but Ansbilis was very calm and decent, so calm that he had no flaws.

Although Timothy was doubtful about his peace, he had already said it, so he had to keep his doubts in his heart and send Quentin to "protect" them to leave.

Ansbilis and Osia seemed to think that it would be a disadvantage to not see anything when they came here, so they simply took a walk around the museum and left with satisfaction. Ansbilis had bought a house in Rome before, which was a villa in the suburbs of the city. The house was large and four floors.

Ansbilis generously invited Quentin to stay, and Quentin agreed.

Both sides have justified reasons—

Ansbilis: "Instead of letting him lie outside the window and peek, it's better to put it in just light so that he can know what to avoid."

Quentin: "It's too cold on the streets at night."

Quentin lived up to his expectations.

When it was late at night and when the energy was endless, Quentin stayed peacefully on the first floor and kept a distance from the master bedroom on the third floor.

After the fierce battle, Ansbilis and Osia lay down and chatted.

Osia said: "The Holy See must have a conspiracy." Timothy's performance today can be called "unsighted" and he couldn't wait to throw dirty water on Ainsbilis. If there is no reason behind it, no one would believe it.

Ansbilis said: "There are two possibilities. One is that there is something special that forces them to get rid of me, or to argue with the blood clan."

Osia nodded: "Where is the second?"

Ansbilis stroked Osia's smooth back: "Someone supports her, but she is fearless."

Osia said: "Who else is there to support the Holy See? Is the Pope's father..." He paused and turned his head to look at Ansbilis.

Ansbilis shrugged, picked up the red wine from the nightstand, took a sip, put it in his mouth, turned his head and pinched Osia's chin, and crossed it to the mouth.

Osia frowned and said, "It's a little sour."

"If you're often jealous, you won't feel it's sour."

Osia said: "Have you been jealous recently?"

Ansbilis said, "All the time. When you breathe, I mind you inhale a breath other than me; when you open your eyes, I mind your eyes reflected in others' figures; when you smile, I mind others appreciating; when you are happy, I mind that it's not just my reason."

Osia: "..." What's going on with the worsening of the lover's condition, but my heart is sweet and beautiful? Has it been assimilated after being with a mental illness for a long time?

"Well. I just talked about supporting the Holy See, Timothy's performance this time was indeed abrupt..." Osia tried hard to get her thoughts back to the main business, but the other party did not intend to cooperate.

Ansbilis said: "When you speak, I mind hearing someone else's name."

Osia said: "...We can use code names or nicknames. For example, Timothy means old D, and the Pope uses king..."

Ansbilis was unhappy.

Osia said: "So what's wrong."

Ansbilis accused: "You put your mind into nicknames for them."

Osia: "..." Why did the name "Old D become a fan of your thoughts and nickname? It's so unreasonable that lovers are exhausted.

When Ansbilis saw his face change, he stopped when he saw it: "We can use abcd to indicate..."

...

After comparison, I seemed to have really put some thoughts just now.

Osia secretly admitted her mistake.

Ansbilis said: "Although a has become the conclusive heir of the Holy See, the real power is still in the hands of b. Therefore, this time a talk to us must be with the consent of b. Then, we can assume that behind a and b, there may be a c existence, so that they are fearless. And this list is most likely provided by c. Now, what we need to consider is who c is."

Osia was dizzy when she heard this, and she said with her forehead: "So, this question is that a and b are known numbers, do you find the unknown number c?"

Ansbilis said: "c must have three conditions. First, he has the unconditional trust of the Holy See. Second, with him, the Holy See has the confidence to challenge the blood clan." He did not forget how the Holy See panic wanted to alliance with the blood clan when Lilith came to the human world. "Third, he has the list of the Nine Rebellion."

Osia's heart moved.

Ansbilis slowly spit out a name: "Metatron."

His face was not very good-looking, and his favorability for Metatron was exhausted: "It is obvious that the last time the separation was just his strategic retreat."
Chapter completed!