Tim Saint Hotel, as a high-end hotel in the bustling holy city, can be considered a first-class hotel.
The VIP guest room was decorated in a simple and elegant manner. Several purple flowers were planted in this spacious room, several golden velvet carpets were spread, several famous oil paintings were hung, and several pieces of furniture with lace reliefs were placed.
The open white stone balcony outside that faces the sun makes the overall style of the room luxurious but unobtrusive, making even picky aristocrats feel at home.
The rental of this VIP room is very cheap, almost the same price as an ordinary room.
But ordinary people are not eligible to stay. Only "regular guests" who are trusted by the hotel can enjoy the real VIP treatment of this hotel.
Of course, this kind of thing is not a problem for the owner who has booked this room almost permanently. He is one of the legends in this world. The founder of this hotel once had a relationship with him, so he is naturally an antique.
Regular customer".
"How long has it been since we last met?"
"It's been four years, seven months and eight days, teacher."
First Judge Winger Doyle, who had escaped from the tedious ritual, sat with a man in a sapphire blue priest uniform at a small mahogany round table on the white stone balcony to watch the night view.
It is already late at night, and the gorgeous celebration fireworks have not stopped yet. Fireworks of various colors are flashing in the sky, coupled with the already dazzling stars, the beauty is intoxicating.
Although his face was facing the night sky, Wingedall's mind was not on this beautiful scenery. He was taking a peek at the man who was drinking tea with his eyes closed, hoping to see any subtle expression from this mysterious man.
Find out a little bit about this meeting.
This uneasy feeling is like when I was a child many years ago and peeked at my father whom I had not seen for a long time.
"It's been a long time..."
The man in the royal blue priest uniform sighed and put the tea cup in his hand back on the tea tray on the table.
"Yes, teacher."
When the man put down the teacup, Wingedall immediately stood up from his seat, holding the white porcelain teapot on the table in both hands to refill the empty teacup.
Seeing Wingedall's actions, the man shook his head and said, "You don't have to be so reserved. You are already the most noble person in the world. You don't have to do such chores for anyone, including me."
"Just as the teacher said that I have the right to decide what I should do, and now it is my decision to pour tea for the teacher. This is my true intention."
Wingedall first made a cup of tea for the man and prepared one for himself before sitting down.
The man smiled, a gleam of fireworks flashed in his silver eyes, and he asked: "Then do you know why I left back then?"
"Because the teacher thought I could take charge of my own business, I left."
Wenger Dalben was holding the teacup. After hearing this question, he put the teacup back on the table.
After taking a sip of fragrant tea, the man asked: "Then...do you hate me?"
"It's not right to say 'hate'..."
Wenger Doyle did not completely deny it, because he did have such emotions in the initial period.
The feeling of being abandoned by an important person cannot be covered up by a word.
"I'm just frustrated or dissatisfied. I hope you can always guide me, teacher, but I knew a long time ago that this is my extravagant wish."
"But...although it's an extravagant wish, I still hope so much. I hope you won't leave me. I hope you can continue to tell me what is right and wrong in this world. I hope you can always be my beacon and help those who are trapped in chaos.
I point the way."
Wingedall was a little excited, and the iron handrail he was holding on was deformed by the force he inadvertently exerted.
Somewhat lost my temper.
Realizing this, Wingedall pushed the deformed armrest back to its original shape, then immediately picked up the fragrant tea on the table and took a sip.
"However, even without me, you have successfully become the first presiding judge of the Heretic Tribunal; even without me, you have successfully overcome all difficulties; even without me, you have successfully become a qualified
of - 'person'."
Finally, the man sipped the tea and chuckled:
"Even if I stay with you now, there is nothing to guide you. There are no hills on your road that can block you. Even if there are forks in the road, the road ahead is straight for you. You no longer need a guide.
Already."
"But if it weren't for the teacher's reminder today, I'm afraid I would have lost a big game of chess. I still can't face the variables beyond calculation."
Wenger Doyle wanted to deny this man's claims, although he knew that this was probably a futile effort.
The man did not respond directly to Winger Doyle, but raised another topic: "What would you do without Steele?"
"There is no doubt that I will become the Pope of Light."
Wenger Doyle was very confident. He never fought a battle that was uncertain. For the general election, all the bishops running for election had done a lot, but Wenger Doyle's efforts were definitely better than any of them.
"Oh? What should you do?"
When the man asked this question, Wenger Doyle, who was just a humble student, immediately transformed into the decisive first judge.
"The Heretic Tribunal has been the shadow of the Illuminati for so many years. When we were shouted around by those white-clothed priests, we also caught too many tricks from them. Those archbishops all appear to be saints, but inside they are little
People, I have carefully collected all kinds of evidence that can subvert their glorious image in front of believers."
The "Listener" organization is an intelligence agency regarded as the core of the Heretic Tribunal, and its operational efficiency is still higher than that of the "Eye of Hierro" of the Holy See of Light. As the leader of the Heretical Tribunal, Wingedall holds important officials from various human countries in his hands.
private information, and those bishops were naturally among them.
"Taking the opportunity of the general election, the spies I have placed around each bishop have become fully active. As long as I want any of them to leave the venue, they will obey me."
This sentence may seem exaggerated, but it is indeed what Wingedall can do. He is confident enough to ruin the reputation of these bishops. Those arrogant bishops have no other choice but to bow their heads.
"As for the Guangming Wuwei and those Paladins, I have made them trust me over the years, but it is enough for them not to object to me sitting on the throne of the Pope."
The black-clothed priests who cooperate most with the Heretic Tribunal are another violent organization affiliated with the Holy See of Light - the Bright Guards. Many black-clothed priests have close relationships with the warriors of light who have fought alongside them, just like brothers.
Therefore, the Knights Templar and the Paladins representing the highest combat power have never had any prejudice against the Inquisition, and they have no intention of interfering in the internal political struggle of the Holy See, so Wingedall is not worried that he will not get these
Warrior support.
"In addition, the four major disasters that will cause turmoil in the world are about to come, and the black and white factions will unify as one. This is a trend that has to be followed, and the old diehards in the Senate Hall cannot oppose it."
It is no accident that Wenger Doyle can join the list of contenders for the Pope. There is no peace between the Heretic Tribunal and the Holy See of Light. Although they are not really in opposition, they are also at war with each other. Internal disunity will make the four major disasters predicted by the previous popes even more serious.
Acting recklessly, the elders of the Senate Hall also had plans to completely unify the two courts.
"Under my rule, I believe that I can make the rotten machine of the Holy See of Light run better. Just like the principle of 'carrots and sticks' that my teacher told me before, no matter who opposes me or supports me, I
They will first offer some benefits to win over me and continue to support me, which will naturally make them believe that following me is right."
Having said this, a cold light flashed in Wingedall's purple eyes, and he continued: "In the end, there is no need for the fool to stay if he still doesn't support me."
The man chuckled lightly, shook his head and said: "The means used to deal with the Heretic Tribunal may not be so effective when used on the Holy See of Light."
"I never naively thought that this road would be as smooth as my idea. Teacher, I am prepared to face all difficulties."
"You have indeed grown a lot, and I have nothing more to teach you."
The man smiled again and continued to sip the slightly cool fragrant tea.
"But teacher, if I am not the one who ascends to the throne of the Pope, but I show my hand at this moment, I will be forced into a desperate situation. The intelligence network that I and several generations of presiding judges have laid will be removed one by one by them, and I
I will be placed under house arrest, and they may even execute me to avoid further trouble."
"You're not going to sit there and wait, are you?"
"But my resistance will only cause the Illuminati Cult and even the world to enter endless internal fighting and even split. This result is meaningless."
"Yes, I saw this future, that's why I came."
The man put the empty tea cup back on the tea tray, and a bad future was playing out in his silver eyes.
It is precisely because if we leave things alone, the consequences will be irreversible. He, who has always disliked participating in politics, intervened today.
"So teacher, I still need your guidance, please stay!"
This time, Wingedall did not serve the man tea. Instead, he walked directly in front of the man, bent his knees, and wanted to kneel down and salute him.
"Wendy, you don't need to be like this. I have never given up on any of my disciples, and you will certainly not be an exception."
The man in the sapphire blue priest uniform had stood up from his position before. He held Wingedall's shoulders with both hands, unwilling to accept such a great gift.
"Teacher, you are the only person in this world that I can trust unconditionally. I sincerely hope that you can continue to stay."
"No, even if it's me, you still have to be suspicious."
"But!"
This man wearing a royal blue priest uniform is a legendary saint known as "the sage who can see the past and the future" and "the mentor of countless heroes". He is also the well-known "angel of the gods" - Vosini.
Wenger Doyle knew very well that he could not live without this saint, so Wenger Doyle could not imagine the situation where the "Angel of God" would deceive him, and he did not think that this would be a piece of advice.
The angel Fusini saw the wavering in Wingedall's heart. He patted the young presiding judge on the shoulder and continued: "Besides, didn't you finally meet a child you can trust today?"
Of course Vosini was not referring to the child who led the way for Wenger Doyle because of money, but...
"Yushiniya? That sister of mine. She is still too weak to be my strength, and I don't intend to let her intervene in my world."
"You have to believe in her. She will soon become your strength. After all, she is the 'Holy Son' and shoulders the heavy responsibility of saving the world from danger. She is destined to grow as fast as you."
"Really? If possible, I hope she never holds a sword."
Wingedall sat back in his seat and shook his head slightly. He spoke his true words. He knew very well that he seemed to be standing above thousands of people and was extremely glorious, but in fact he was treading on dangerous ground.
It will be irreversible.
Wingedall would rather his sister live an ordinary life than be involved in the torrent of fate and be unable to extricate herself.
"There is no way to stop it. This is a destined fate. Our destiny is all under this starry sky. The trajectory of everything has been planned before arrival."
"Are there no exceptions? Teacher."
"Yes, there is always an exception to everything."
"who is he?"
Vosini looked at the stars in the night sky and was silent for a long time before replying: