"I can't understand what the elders mean. Your Excellency Wingedall, you are the first judge, but you still want to be the leader of the Illuminati Religion?" Luo Luolun's mind, which was originally full of knowledge, was now filled with the word "absurd".
Full, he frowned and stared at the handsome and coquettish young man in front of him, trying to see through the unfathomable first presiding judge's plan behind his humble smile.
"That's right, Bishop Luo Luolun, don't be too surprised." Facing Luo Luolun's question, Wingedall kept smiling and continued: "Our Heretic Tribunal has been working as a shadow for thousands of years without complaint.
, isn’t it normal now to want to climb up to the master and see the light of our common belief?”
Luo Luolun was silent for a moment and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency Wingedall, you should know what it means for you to participate in this election, right?"
"The senators all allowed me to come. What? Did Bishop Laurent not allow it?"
"Haha, how dare you?"
Luo Luolun laughed dryly and took the towel from the hand of the clerk beside him to wipe the sweat from his forehead.
"There are very few things in this world that you dare not do, right?"
Wenger Doyle suddenly said such meaningful words in Luo Luolun's ear, and Luo Luolun's back started to sweat again.
"You...what do you mean?"
"I don't think the destruction of Khedifankoyaki's craftsman's workshop has anything to do with you, right?"
"Uh! You?!"
How could the old and cunning Luo Luolun not understand that there was something behind Wenger Doyle's words? Luo Luolun looked at this dangerous young man and saw that he still had a humble smile on his lips.
"After Bishop Berminold's speech, it was my turn to take the stage. I think I will be a surprise to many people, don't you think? Bishop Luo Luolun."
"Uh, um."
Luo Luolun continued to wipe the sweat from his body with a towel. The white towel that had just been steamed was covered with yellow grease.
Wenger Doyle's words just now exposed an important issue - how did he know the order of the bishops' speeches?
The specific information of the bishops who applied to run for the Pope is kept confidential for the sake of fairness. Of course, it is one thing to disclose it on their own initiative. Some archbishops who are confident in their own strength, such as Luo Luolun, have taken the initiative to disclose that they are candidates for the Pope.
Take the opportunity to expand your own power.
If whether a candidate is a pope can be inferred from the recent actions of the bishops, then only the senators in the Senate know the order of speeches of each pope candidate.
How could Wenger Doyle have grasped the inside information of the election if it had not been revealed by a veteran?
Could it be that those desireless ascetics in the Senate Hall really intend to side with Wingedall?
Crazy?
After thinking about the amount of information contained in it, Luo Luolun suddenly broke out in sweat.
"Also, I forgot to mention that before I said you were the most promising candidate to become the pope, the reason is--I didn't count myself among them."
"Congratulations then."
Luo Luolun, who suddenly calmed down, bowed slightly to the young man without any trace of his previous gaffe.
A young man wearing a black priest's robe nervously ran to Wingedall and whispered something in his ear. Wingedall frowned slightly, as if something had happened.
Something that would trouble First Judge Winger Doyle must be unusual.
Due to Wingedall's magic, Luo Luolun was unable to eavesdrop on the conversation between the two men.
"It's still a long time before the other bishops finish their speeches, so I'll excuse you first."
Wingedall said goodbye to Luo Luolun in a hurry, and without waiting for Luo Luolun to return the greeting, he turned around and left with the young priest before him.
"Walk slowly, Judge."
Luo Luolun was secretly amused. He could feel that this young man who was so arrogant just now was like a deflated frog, without the confidence he had before.
So what exactly happened?
The Archbishop of the Temple held his chin and thought.
"Is this true?"
After arriving at a deserted corridor, both Wingedall and the young priest stopped.
"Yes, and he also asked me to pass this on to you."
The priest handed him an ancient gold coin. After frowning, Wingedall took the gold coin and spread it in the palm of his hand. He looked at both sides of the coin repeatedly, his crystal-like purple pupils flashing in the dim light.
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"Tell them immediately that the plan is terminated. Today is not the time for us to take the lead."
"As you command, presiding judge."
Several black-robed priests suddenly appeared in the corridor like phantoms. They bowed respectfully to Wingedall and then disappeared from the corridor like phantoms.
"What a troublesome guy? Bishop Steele."
Wingedall pressed the acupuncture points near his eyes to relax his tense spirit a little.
"Forget it, it's not bad to be a foil."
A smile appeared on his lips again, and the first presiding judge walked back to the venue...
"The sixth speaker, Bishop Bomin Nord, has almost finished his speech, right?"
Faust, the special envoy of Noah's Empire, sat in his own exclusive seat and wanted to listen carefully to the speech of the bishop below. But sitting on the high-end soft leather seat was really comfortable, and the boring speeches of these priests were like chanting scriptures.
The envoy, who is already very old, is drowsy.
"As the seventh candidate, Bishop Steele is absent. This speech should be over. Sir, you can take a nap during the ceremony later."
Faust's assistant was sitting next to him. Faust had previously ordered this assistant to wake him up when he was about to fall asleep. Fortunately, Faust's personal will was still good, and the lullabies of the priests did not
It didn't break him down, Faust maintained his consciousness from beginning to end.
"No, later you can ask someone to make a pot of strong tea to refresh me."
"yes."
As the special envoy of the empire, Faust certainly cannot sleep soundly at this time. All his inappropriate words and deeds will damage the face of the empire.
Now that the long speech has almost come to an end, the speeches of these speakers have been carefully transcribed word for word by specialized personnel.
In fact, there was not much useful content in these speeches. The bishops had the same ideas for becoming the pope, which was to continue to preach doctrines, benefit the world, and build temples. As for the policies that they really wanted to implement, they all chose to avoid the important ones.
A rough overview of.
If politicians like Faust were to judge the speeches before them, it would be that these bishops used the most gorgeous rhetoric to talk the longest nonsense.
However, the loyal believers present still bought it. No matter how fancy and nonsense the bishops on the stage spoke, they would give them the warmest applause.
"...I will pray for the blessings of the world and create a heaven on earth."
"A bunch of hopeless believers."
If you don't follow the atmosphere, you will become an outlier, and because of his special status, Faust can only helplessly join the excited industry elites in applauding the old priest who walks off the stage.
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