Chapter 357: The sun sets over another village. The helicopter crosses the snow-capped Alps and flies towards the Italian border.
As the helicopter gradually climbed higher, the endless ice fields slowly appeared in front of Ye Feng's eyes.
The steep peaks cast long dark blue shadows on the glistening ice fields, and the thick snow formed graceful curves on the cliffs. Not far away, there is a peak pointing into the blue sky.
Mont Blanc is the highest peak in the Alps.
Just like its name means "silver-white mountain", the first impression of Mont Blanc is that of white.
Flying all the way, under the white snow and ice, the surrounding peaks vaguely reveal a black, sharp, and even "ferocious" appearance. But when we reach Mont Blanc, the steep mountains become softer and even somewhat flat. The surrounding area
The peaks of the mountains all look more steep than Mont Blanc, but Mont Blanc, with an altitude of 481,090 meters, occupies the highest position very low-key. It lies leisurely on the border between Italy and France, watching quietly
The surrounding mountains look like a king who looks proud of the crowd.
Flying among the mountains, the air in the helicopter was a little cold, but extremely fresh. Through the window, Ye Feng overlooked a few small black spots on Mont Blanc, which were a group of climbers who were successfully returning.
Human beings are indeed insignificant to nature. The figures of those climbers appear a little lonely and helpless in the steep mountains covered with ice and snow, but Ye Feng knows that they are still persistent because the way home is right in front of them.
In the vast white snow, those climbers walked steadily and calmly, facing the warm sunset, walking down the mountain step by step.
Going home, this warm word, now makes Ye Feng feel a little confused. How to lead the 250,000 members of the Holy Cross Society back to the Holy Light Cathedral is a very difficult problem.
Persevere, persevere, just like those persistent climbers, go on step by step.
A faint smile quietly appeared on Ye Feng's face.
The helicopter descended slowly and stopped in the small town of Courmayeur at the foot of Mont Blanc.
Dang, Dang, Dang, a melodious bell sounded.
Ever since he learned that Ye Feng suddenly became the new president of the Holy Cross Society, Bishop Patrick was at a loss and didn't know how to face this "sworn enemy".
There was silence all the way until the helicopter stopped in the small town of Courmayeur. Only then did Patrick remember that he was still a "host" and should warmly greet Ye Feng, a guest from afar.
Forcing a smile, Patrick stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture. "Mr. Ye, the afternoon mass is over. Let's go to the church quickly."
The mountains are covered with snow, but the small town of Courmayeur at the foot of the mountain is a different scene. With green mountains and beautiful water, and lush grass, walking along the alleys paved with bluestones is like walking into a house of flowers.
Colorful flowers are planted on the ocean, on both sides of the street, in flower beds, and even on every window sill.
The church in the town is very simple, but it is the core of the life of the local residents. Especially today, the sudden arrival of the cardinal caused a sensation in the surrounding area. Residents of nearby towns and tourists skiing in the mountains,
All gathered outside the church.
The church with a cross on the roof looked solemn and solemn in the sunset. From the open door of the church, bursts of singing came out, melodious and graceful.
Cardinal Antonio, wearing a red hat and red robe, stood in front of the church with a smile, looking at the devout believers gathered outside the church, touching their heads and blessing them one by one.
As the president of the Holy Cross Society, I wonder if I can also bless the believers. Looking at the devout believers who were indescribably excited after receiving the cardinal's blessing, Ye Feng couldn't help but think about it.
Finding that Patrick had brought a young and handsome Chinese man, Antonio immediately turned around and waved to Ye Feng.
Looking at the kind smile on Antonio's face, Ye Feng also raised his right hand to salute Antonio with a smile. Unfortunately, as Ye Feng raised his right hand, the ring engraved with the cross badge shone brilliantly in the sunset, and Antonio
The smile on his face solidified. Then, Antonio seemed to realize that he was a little out of sorts, and hurriedly nodded and smiled at Ye Feng, then slowly turned around and continued to bless the believers.
Antonio's slightly embarrassed smile made Ye Feng instantly understand that at this time, he had become the enemy of the Holy See of Milan, the sworn enemy number one. Ye Feng also suddenly became embarrassed, sighed, and slowly
Lowered his arms.
The cardinal's blessings are still going on. Those believers who have been blessed are all jumping for joy, while those believers who have not yet been blessed are full of expectations. They line up in a long line, nodding their heads, and their hearts are full of joy.
Walking anxiously and solemnly towards the sacred spiritual leader in their hearts.
Suddenly, Ye Feng discovered something unusual among the group of believers waiting for blessings.
Among the long queue, there were two middle-aged men wearing the traditional brown cotton robes of the local mountain people. The expressions on their faces did not seem to be very excited, nor did they have the eager expectations on other people's faces. The two men just lowered their heads.
, silently walking slowly and step by step with the team.
Due to the position and angle, Ye Feng couldn't see their eyes, but the expressions on their faces made Ye Feng feel a little weird.
His expression was stiff and looked a little unnatural. Ye Feng secretly felt funny in his heart. Could it be that the two men in front of him were not devout believers from the bottom of their hearts, but just saw other people coming to pay homage to the cardinal, so he
I just followed the crowd.
Soon, Ye Feng denied his guess.
When they were about to reach the cardinal, the two middle-aged men who looked like mountain men suddenly raised their hands. Although it was winter and the temperature was a little low, it was not so cold that you couldn't stretch out your hands.
Moreover, among the people who received the cardinal's blessing, there were many old people and children, but they were not as afraid of the cold as these two middle-aged men.
In the thick brown sleeves, two hands were moving gently. It didn't look like they were putting their hands into the sleeves for warmth, but more like they were groping for something in the sleeves.
Ye Feng's heart suddenly thumped, and he instantly understood that these two men were not believers who came to pay homage to the cardinal, nor were they "following the crowd" believers with less firm beliefs, but killers with evil intentions.
The danger was about to happen, but the cardinal had no idea. At this time, he was touching the head of a little boy to bless him. Facing an innocent and cute little believer, the cardinal seemed very happy and caressed the little boy affectionately.
With curly brown hair, she even leaned over and whispered a few words to the little boy.
The two killers were only one position away from the cardinal. They only had to wait for the little boy in front to receive the blessing from the cardinal before they could face the cardinal face to face.
When the little boy skipped away, the cardinal turned around without hesitation. At this time, the strong man in front had already come to the cardinal and lowered his head respectfully, while the other strong man behind him
, followed closely and came to the cardinal. Seeing the two believers standing side by side in front of him, the cardinal's eyes flashed with joy, and he stretched out his palms with a smile on his face.
"Hey, Mr. Ye, what are you going to do? The bishop is blessing the believers."
Suddenly hearing Patrick's hurried voice, the cardinal couldn't help but turn his head and look over.
Only a faint figure was seen, passing like a ghost between several non-commissioned officers of the Bishop's Guard who were responsible for security on the outside, and came to the cardinal silently.
Whoosh, Ye Feng punched out, hitting the elbow of the killer on the left. The killer trembled all over, and his hands in the sleeves of his robe involuntarily swung to the right, and then hit him hard.
On the arm of the killer on the right.
Poof, two bullets shot through the thick brown cotton robe, passed in front of the cardinal, and hit the church window.
Ye Feng's move was very clever.
Ye Feng did not know what kind of weapons, pistols or daggers, were hidden in the sleeves of the two killers. The situation at hand was extremely urgent, and Ye Feng had to use cleverness to defeat the two killers. He first allowed the cardinal to escape the danger, and then took action to deal with the two killers.
With a crisp sound of glass shattering, Ye Feng swung his punch again and hit the killer on the left in the neck.
Bang, the killer who had not yet come to his senses was hit hard by Ye Feng again. His neck suddenly shook to the right, and then his neck bones burst, and his head immediately dropped.
The flawless assassination plan was suddenly discovered by someone, and the assassin killed an assassin with lightning speed. Seeing the tragic death of his companion bleeding from all his orifices, the assassin on the right was shocked to death, and also
He didn't have time to take his hands out of his sleeves, so he clasped his hands together, jumped over the bewildered crowd, and rushed towards the mountains and forests in the north of the town.
It was only then that the non-commissioned officers of the Bishop's Guard who were in charge of security at the periphery finally recovered. They immediately divided into two groups, chasing the escaping killer all the way, while the other group stood behind the cardinal with a vigilant expression.
To prevent further accidents.
Ye Feng stepped over the corpse on the ground and stood in front of the cardinal. Looking at the astonished cardinal, he said with a smile, "Mr. Bishop, please don't worry. There is no danger now."
"Ye Feng, okay, okay, I'm really yours." Cardinal Antonio, who had been through the storm for a long time, instantly regained his composure. He smiled lightly on his old face, then slowly lowered his palm and pressed it on the top of Ye Feng's head.
Pray and bless.
There were still many believers waiting for blessings, and Ye Feng knew that it was not the time to talk yet. When Antonio finished blessings, he walked aside with a smile on his face.
Perhaps, I may be the first President of the Holy Cross to personally rescue a cardinal.
Perhaps, I am also the first president of the Holy Cross Society to be blessed by a cardinal.
Perhaps, enemies are not always incompatible with each other.
Suddenly, Ye Feng felt that things were becoming more and more interesting.
The corpse on the ground had been dragged aside by two non-commissioned officers of the Bishop's Guard in classical uniforms. One non-commissioned officer inspected the corpse very carefully, while the other non-commissioned officer observed the injuries on the neck of the corpse with great interest.
"It was such a domineering punch. There was no trace on the surface of the skin, but the soft tissues and bones inside were all shattered into pieces."
The middle-aged sergeant who checked the body was not in the same interest as his companion. He sighed and said, "This killer is so cunning. Apart from a silent pistol and a few hundred euros, he didn't carry anything with him, let alone anything related to it."
Proof of identity.”
Hearing the conversation between the two sergeants, Ye Feng couldn't help but think of the five killer organizations in the dark world that Michelle once told him. Then he recalled the slightly stiff facial expressions of the two killers. Ye Feng's heart skipped a beat and he left in a hurry.
Go over. "Check his face to see if he's wearing a mask."
The middle-aged sergeant leaned down and carefully observed the face of the corpse. He looked over and over several times, and finally found an almost invisible light-colored mark behind the ear. The middle-aged sergeant gently picked at the mark with his nails.
, slowly, the traces rolled up, and then, a beautifully made, thin human skin mask was peeled off.
"As expected, he is the killer of the Death Cemetery." Ye Feng said.
"Death Cemetery, the second largest killer organization in the dark world."
The middle-aged sergeant suddenly became nervous and immediately notified the bishop's guards guarding the surrounding area to increase their vigilance.
At sunset, the blessing activity ended, and Cardinal Antonio took Ye Feng into the church.
"Ye Feng, thank you for saving me just now." Antonio took Ye Feng's hand and enthusiastically invited Ye Feng into the office. After sitting down, Antonio looked at Ye Feng and said with a smile. "By the way, what should I do?
Should I call you Ye Feng or President Ye?"
"Your Majesty, Bishop, I am still confused as to why I became the new president of the Holy Cross Society." Ye Feng smiled and spread his hands, and then briefly told Antonio what happened.
"Mr. Ye, you are not a believer, and it seems that you are not willing to be the president of the Holy Cross Society, so why didn't you refuse Peter's request at that time." Patrick carried the coffee pot and poured it for Ye Feng.
I bought a cup of coffee and took the opportunity to ask.
"The scene at that time moved me. They insisted on their beliefs just to be able to return to the Holy Cathedral of Light." Ye Feng couldn't help but recall the heroic scene of the Knights of Light strapping bombs to their bodies and fearing no death.
"Everyone has a home in their heart. This home that entrusts their emotions may be a house, several relatives, or just a place. A person who has a home in his heart also has love and warmth in his heart. I
I thought, I shouldn't stop them from going home."
Antonio and Patrick looked at each other, and then fell silent. Although they were silent, Ye Feng saw regret and sympathy in their eyes. Human beings are not grass and trees, and how can they be ruthless? Not to mention the Holy Cross Society and the
The Holy See of Milan is from the same school, but they parted ways because of different ideas.
"Also, I don't think they are bad people."
When Ye Feng said this, Patrick was greatly surprised. "Mr. Ye, are you confused by Peter? If they are not bad people, are we the bad people?"
Antonio was unfazed, with a faint smile on his old face, savoring what Ye Feng had just said in his heart.
"For most people, there is no distinction between good and bad. They just waver in the middle." Ye Feng smiled lightly and continued. "The bad people that the world usually considers are those who have no moral bottom line.
Ugly people. But the Holy Cross is not like that. They have their own beliefs and they just fight for their beliefs."
Patrick did not continue to refute, nodded slightly, and then turned his eyes to Antonio.
"Ye Feng, you are a very good lobbyist." Antonio looked at Patrick beside him and said with a smile. "You must have been convinced by him."
Patrick sighed, picked up the coffee cup, and drank the coffee silently.
"Well, you tell me first what you plan to do with the Holy Grail." Antonio mentioned a key issue.
"The Holy Grail is now kept by the Knights of Light. As long as the Holy Cross can return to the Cathedral of Holy Light, the Knights of Light will follow Peter's orders and transfer the Holy Grail to me, and then I will dispose of it as I please." Ye Feng said.
"This old guy Peter is really good at making calculations." Antonio smiled bitterly, lowered his head and thought for a long time, and then said. "We have been fighting for hundreds of years, and we have never come to an end.