Guderian was obviously very satisfied with Kasaka's opinion. He nodded and suddenly became serious.
But seeing his cold and sinister face, Kasaka felt a little relieved.
This is the supreme bishop he is familiar with.
And then, after hearing the words spoken by Guderian, Kasaka almost jumped for joy.
Guderian said slowly: "I know what you are coming to ask me about. If you want to ask me whether I support your decision to be the pope, I can only tell you that I support it."
"However, you need to understand that His Majesty Roland is not easy to deal with. If you let him know your plan, I'm afraid you will become a prop for him to establish his power."
"My Lord Supreme Bishop, you must know that there is always a risk in everything."
Kasaka unexpectedly said calmly: "Soldiers will not flee the battlefield because of fear of death; priests will not succumb to the torture of pagans and change their faith. There are always things that require us to fight for our lives, right?"
Hearing this, Guderian was slightly startled, and his eyes when looking at Kasaka changed slightly.
"...You surprised me, Cardinal Casaca."
Guderian looked at his colleague who was known for his greed in surprise: "I never knew you had such a big heart and courage."
"You are laughing at me. Both you and I know that this is far from courageous."
Kasaka smiled self-deprecatingly: "Every private businessman has the consciousness to be hanged. If you want to seek the position of the pope, even I can't stand it if you don't have the consciousness."
"But this is not enough. As a pope, this awareness is not enough."
It was as if something was gradually fading from Guderian's face. His voice became colder and colder, and his expression became stiff and serious. Clearer silver-gray light flowed in his eyes.
But Kasaka felt a lot more at ease seeing such a familiar Guderian.
"Ah, yes. Enlightenment..." Kasaka said with a smile, an ambiguous look flashed in his eyes, "Enlightenment... of course is enough."
"I didn't mean that."
Guderian shook his head again: "I'll tell you clearly. Who do you think cast the two votes for Bishop Osseus?"
"You mean"
Hearing this, Kasaka's eyes widened.
"That's right, Kasaka."
Guderian looked at Kasaka, as if there was something in his eyes: "Someone is targeting you. If you can't clean up your team, then even if I support you, you will only lose."
After saying that, Guderian turned around and left without any regrets.
His words were almost equivalent to telling Kasaka, "I will vote for you." Although it was just verbal support, Kasaka did not have the slightest doubt about Guderian.
The reason why Guderian was able to gather so many people around him was because he, like Xiela, had sworn an oath to Tire, promising not to lie until his death.
What is different from Xila is that he spreads the fact that he "cannot lie" widely outside, and almost everyone knows about it. Because of this, when he made a promise to people, people responded to him
There is never any doubt about our promise.
This is exactly the case. All the promises made by Guderian have either been completed or are on the way to be completed. He has never broken his oath.
Kasaka understood that Guderian, who was also a cardinal, was already at his limit if he could do this.
After all, they are still competitors in terms of status. And Guderian is not Osseus. He cannot pinch the other person's neck and ask, "Do you know who betrayed me?"
"Is this...a test?"
Kasaka murmured, slowly clenching his fists, and thinking dullly.
If you can't find even a single traitor, you don't have to be the Pope. Why don't you vote for me instead? This is what Guderian meant.
However, what he didn't know was that after turning around, Guderian had an obvious look of ridicule on his face.
"Stupid clown."
The corners of the silver-haired old man's mouth were slightly raised, making a mouth shape silently. Silver light flashed in his eyes.
As if responding to his call, all the cardinals who saw him stopped and silently made a faint sign of the cross on their chests to pay tribute to him.
Their eyes were all shining with silver light.
"Praise the mentor"
The boy wearing a crow mask chuckled and appeared in front of Gervano again.
Unlike Hailuo, who could barely speak half a day ago, her face had completely lost all color at this moment. Dark red blood stains spread from her neck to her cheeks and forehead, as if she had been brutally beaten by an invisible whip.
She opened her mouth, gasping for air as if she couldn't get any oxygen. Her whole body was shaking to the point of convulsions, and cold sweat could not stop flowing down her face.
"hateful!"
Gervano hit the ground hard, his skin was torn by the gravel, the sand was embedded in his skin, and blood flowed out all of a sudden.
It's still a step too late.
Just a little bit different
He looked at the war refugees in the distance who were blocked and shouting on the road to Bansa, and then looked at Hailuo in his arms, showing a painful expression.
It is now three o'clock in the morning, and the defenders are gradually coming. However, the mob has already destroyed the fortifications and even gained a considerable advantage in the battle with the defenders.
The border line that was hit by the flow of people was crumbling and was about to collapse. Gervano bit his lip, looked at the group of refugees shouting in ecstasy, and hugged Heroine a little tighter in his arms.
This may be the only chance to escape the scorched land of Karar, which is full of wars and plagues, and escape into Bansa. After that, it can be said that additional defenders will be sent here, and then it will be under martial law.
However, Hailuo's body did not support them entering such a chaotic battlefield. The idea of infiltrating Bantha and then finding a priest to treat Hailuo's disease immediately went bankrupt.
Most of the refugee team has already squeezed into the blockade. At the front of the formation, some people have even deftly bypassed the guards and rushed out.
"How about it, have you made your choice?"
At this moment, the annoying guy spoke again.
Gervano glared at him so hard that he almost bit his lip.
He could see it very clearly. That crow's mouth was attracted to Hailuo.
Based on his mystery, he is either a priest, a druid, or possibly a terrifying wizard.
If Hailuo is handed over to this mysterious man, maybe he can get his support to escape into Bansa. Then he can naturally stay away from the war in Kalar.
After all, the people of Karar and Bansa use the same language, and Gervano is confident that he can live well in Bansa, at least better than in Karar.
"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."
The crow's mouth suddenly said: "You don't really think those people can escape, do you?"
Hearing this, Gervano was slightly startled. (To be continued.)