The final result made Luo Luolun tremble all over.
"That bastard Steele!"
Once this full of anger surged into my heart, I couldn't control myself.
The sacred particles bursting out from Luo Luolun's body became extremely manic under the influence of the master's mentality. These already extremely aggressive sacred particles tore apart everything around them.
"What, what happened? Lord Luo Luolun, there is an assassin?!"
The twelve pieces of glass in the room shattered instantly, and the sealing barrier that Luo Luolun had cast before was also destroyed.
Such a big movement naturally alerted the group of temple guards who were patrolling outside. They rushed in immediately, but found that only Luo Luolun was in this messy room.
Although Bishop Luo Luolun seems to be unscathed, why do I always feel that his face looks very bad...
The captain of the armed guard thought this way, and suddenly he realized that Luo Luolun had looked at them.
"Get out of here! Did I let you in? If you have nothing to do, get out of here!"
"yes!!"
After everything has been done like this, you still say nothing is wrong?!
Although these military guards were confused about the situation in front of them, they still obeyed Luo Luolun's orders respectfully.
The guards all retreated, and the captain of the guard who was the last to leave did not forget to help close the door that was riddled with holes before leaving.
Luo Luolun was the only one left in the messy room.
How long?
Luo Luolun couldn't remember exactly how many years had passed since the last time he got angry. He rarely felt angry, but once he became angry, he couldn't suppress it.
"Lost..."
Luo Luolun was holding the picture frame in front of him, his whole body was exhausted.
There are only two things in the room that are still intact:
One of them is the "Undertide Pearl" in front of him. For such a valuable collection, Luo Luolun subconsciously did not want to destroy it.
The other item is his favorite bamboo lounge chair.
The fat white-robed priest patted the dust on his body and sat on the recliner as if nothing had happened.
Knowing that the outcome was decided, the old priest let go of everything.
He lay down comfortably, closed his eyes, and fell asleep after a while.
In his sleep, he murmured unwillingly:
"I lost to you again——Pope Steele."
...
"The abundant fruits fall to the ground and become seedlings. If given clear water, they can become trees of virtue..."
Steele, who was disguised as a businessman in the jungle, was sitting on a carriage, holding a scroll in his hand.
He usually reads scripture silently, but if he comes across a passage he likes, he will read it aloud.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
However, Steele only read half of this passage before suddenly closing the book, which puzzled the young man next to him.
"Who is talking about me privately?"
Steele frowned, closed his eyes, and then gently pressed the acupuncture points near his eyes with his right hand.
"My lord, is it abnormal for people to talk about you? You are now the Cardinal, and everyone knows and knows about you."
The young man's words were not mere compliments. The status of the man in front of him in the Holy See of Light was only comparable to that of a few people.
"That person seems to be an old friend. I don't know why, but I don't hate this feeling, or it makes me a little happy."
After resting for a while, Steele opened the scripture in his hand again.
It seemed that he was a little absent-minded, but what he just told the young man was indeed from his heart.
He is in a really good mood now.
Everything went according to plan and there were no bad surprises.
He could detect the thoughts of a familiar person from far away. This was the result of Steele's small success in studying the great prophecy technique.
Of course, it would be just as easy for Steele to sense what those little guys were doing behind his back.
It is said that those who have truly mastered the art of prophecy can change the stars and reverse their destiny. The next level can also predict bad luck and detect the future and the past.
The Great Prophecy Technique is one of the three most difficult techniques to master, and its difficulty even exceeds many tenth-level forbidden techniques with demanding conditions.
Because using great prophecy is equivalent to borrowing God's eyes to see the world, how could one obtain this power without God's permission?
While the threshold is high, great prophecy has incomparable advantages over ordinary prophecies such as astrology, turtle shell, etc.
But there are very few people who can find a way to learn it, and even fewer people can completely master the great prophecy technique.
"Sir, is it really okay for you to let those two people go? They may expose us."
The young man didn't understand Steele's previous behavior of entertaining the two passers-by, saying it was in exchange for information. In fact, that bit of information was completely dispensable.
Even acquaintances are not worthy of complete trust, let alone two strangers with unknown origins.
"They don't know anything, so how can they be exposed? I have determined everything myself, so you don't have to worry about anything."
Steele denied the young man's worries. Entertaining those two people was actually a reminder given to him by the great prophecy.
He felt that these two people seemed to be inextricably linked to the ultimate goal of his trip. Although it could not speed up their progress, it was necessary to show some kindness.