He said: "Bishop Hotson, you don't seem surprised at all?"
Bishop Hotson smiled and said: "My Lord Cardinal, you must be joking with me. Werewolves and vampires have always been legends, and no one has ever seen them. There will be a papal election in one month, will you?
It’s because I’ve been too busy recently that I got the wrong situation.”
The Bishop of Marseille said firmly: "I swear to God, I have never made any mistakes. I saw everything with my own eyes. If you don't believe it, you can ask these two people. Especially this lady, she can prove it. Oh.
, My God, if you still don’t believe it, I just need to find other bishops and hold a joint meeting to remind everyone to pay attention.”
Hearing this, Hotson's face suddenly darkened: "I suggest you not to do this."
The Bishop of Marseille was puzzled: "Why?"
Hotson's tone became stern: "There is no reason! I don't allow you to do this, you'd better forget these things!"
The Bishop of Marseille noticed that his reaction was wrong and said: "I am one of the twelve cardinals of the Holy See. I have the right to call a synod of bishops for discussion. I will do so whether you allow it or not. Bishop Hotson, I
I want to remind you that you are the black bishop of the Holy See and you must perform your duties well."
Hotson looked complicated.
There was silence for about half a minute.
He shrugged and said, "Well, I originally wanted to give you a chance, but now it seems there's no need."
The Bishop of Marseille could tell that Hotson's tone was extremely abnormal.
He quickly took a step back and asked: "What do you want to do!"
Hotson said calmly: "My Lord Bishop, haven't you seen a werewolf today? You must be very curious about the vampires. Then, I will come and meet you now."
Bang bang bang.
He clapped his hands and said to the inner room: "Come out, Lord Marquis."
The words just fell.
A tall man came out of the back room.
He wore a crisp suit and his hair was slicked back, giving him the air of an upper class person.
After meeting the Bishop of Marseille.
He first bowed in a friendly manner: "Dear Cardinal, we met half a year ago in a church in England. I wonder if you still remember me."
"It's you!"
The Bishop of Marseille recognized him at a glance: "You are the chairman of Bonham Jewelry."
The man snapped his fingers and said with a smile: "Your Majesty the Bishop has a good memory. We only spoke two sentences, and you still remember me. Yes, I am the chairman of Bonham Jewelry, Andre. Of course, you
You can also call me Marquis Andre."
Hotson just said that he wants the Bishop of Marseille to meet with the vampires.
André claimed to be the Marquis again.
A horrifying idea appeared in the mind of the Bishop of Marseille.
The Bishop of Marseille was shocked and said: "You! You are a vampire!"
Andre opened his mouth, showing his white teeth, but soon a pair of fangs slowly emerged.
"Yes, I am a vampire. Hehe, I am afraid that few people in the world can imagine that one of the world's largest jewelers, the sudden rise of Chairman Bonham Jewelry, can actually be a vampire."
The Bishop of Marseille's face changed drastically.
What really frightened him was not Andre's identity as a vampire.
Instead, the black bishop of the Holy See, Hotson, who was in charge of the Knights and the Inquisition, actually fought fiercely with the vampires.
From the looks of it, they are obviously in the same group.
In addition to being frightened.
The Bishop of Marseille felt very angry: "Hotson, you actually betrayed the Holy See! You are the black bishop of the Holy See, responsible for the Knights and the Inquisition. How can you betray the Holy See and still mix with the vampires!"
Hotson shrugged: "I'm sorry for letting you see the truth. In fact, I didn't want to do this, but it's a pity that you insist on pursuing the vampire thing and tell other bishops that for us
The plan has to let you see the cruel reality in advance."
The Bishop of Marseille angrily said: "God will not forgive you!"
Hotson smiled and said: "Really? Then please give God a message to this old man. I miss him very much and welcome him to visit me. But my dear Bishop of Marseille, before God comes to see me, I may have to first
Send you to see God.”
As he spoke, he took a step forward.
The Bishop of Marseille turned pale and stepped back involuntarily.
Hotson said: "Dear Bishop, you don't have to be afraid of me, I won't do it myself. As Marquis Andre is here, he will entertain you in the blood clan's way." He winked at Andre:
"Yes, Marquis Andre."
Andre licked his fangs and said: "Master Black Bishop, I have a better suggestion. How about letting me bite the Bishop of Marseille and let him transform into a vampire. It is said that the Bishop of Marseille hopes to become a vampire.
Pope. Gee, the future Pope is our blood family. What a great initiative that would be. I think the king will also praise me if he finds out."
Hotson's eyes lit up: "It is indeed a good proposal. However, I am afraid that he will not be able to see the light of day after becoming a vampire. In the future, he will be exposed and affect our big plan."
Andre smiled and said: "Don't worry, I have the king's blood in my body. As long as the vampire is bitten by me, he will no longer be afraid of the sun. Moreover, he is fundamentally different from the previous vampires, and his ability will be more powerful.
.”
Jie Jie Jie.
The two looked at each other and laughed eerily at the same time.
The Bishop of Marseille shuddered.
He could not imagine that as a cardinal of the Holy See, he would transform into a vampire.
What an irony that is.
He would rather die than accept it.
When he was trembling, Wu Yong put his hand on his shoulder. In his heart, he suddenly remembered Wu Yong's voice: "Bishop of Marseille, don't be afraid, I will deal with them."
The Bishop of Marseille felt a magical power flowing through his body.
His whole body was warm.
That fear suddenly dissipated.
Only then did he remember that Wu Yong was here too.
Wu Yong is so powerful that he can defeat even the arrogant werewolf. Hotson and Andre may not be his opponents.
The Bishop of Marseille felt a surge of pride in his heart, and could hardly help but loudly declare war on Hotson and Andre.
At this time.
Wu Yong's voice sounded in his heart again: "Before I take action against them, I want to understand some things first, and I also need your help. Next, you must listen to my command and ask them a few questions."
The Bishop of Marseille said anxiously in his heart: "But, they want to turn me into a vampire. I am a cardinal of the Holy See, how can I become a vampire!"
"Actually, there's nothing wrong with becoming a vampire. At least your lifespan will be longer." Wu Yong said teasingly, and then changed the subject: "Of course, if you don't want to change, I have ways to help you recover. Please believe me.