The sky is clear in the morning, and the streets and alleys of Vienna are covered with golden leaves. It seems that Vienna is dressed in golden clothes. The thick autumn breeze mixed with the cool breeze blows through this prosperous big city.
Under the deep dome of St. Stephen's Cathedral in Vienna, three people were walking slowly. It was Miller, George, and Raphael, the Son of God.
"Why did you have to call me here?" George complained dissatisfiedly along the way.
"You've already arrived in Vienna, will you die if you come over for a visit?" Miller kept urging: "We've been old friends for so many years, why are you doing this?"
"Alas..." George sighed impatiently.
The group of three people walked through the gorgeous main hall of the church, followed the stairs on the left, and slowly entered the basement.
The crypt of St. Stephen's Cathedral is famous and can be described as a wonder. It can be called the home of the dead. The hearts of most emperors of the Holy Roman Empire are contained in an ancient stone box and are displayed here.
The sarcophagi lined up in the basement contain the remains of kings, saints, and paladins from past generations.
Even more incredible is that it is said that there are thousands of skeletons buried under the church basement, all of which are the corpses of heroes who died in the bloody battle for thousands of years.
There were several torches stuck on the stone walls of the basement, lighting up the gloomy basement, but the light was still very dim.
In the basement, an old man with white beard and hair was seen wearing a red and white robe. The red coat was made of exquisite fabric and printed with light floral patterns. The white sleeves and the edge of the skirt were hollowed out with lace.
He wears a luxurious gold-embroidered cross around his neck, and his clothes are simple yet gorgeous. This is the unique clothing of the cardinals of the Holy Light Holy See, also known as cardinals.
The old man in front of him had a majestic face and a faint sacred aura around his body. However, his brows revealed an expression of vicissitudes of life and exhaustion.
"Hello, Paul..." Miller greeted lightly, with a somewhat respectful tone.
The old man named Paul did not answer. He was still leaning sideways. He used a big dry hand to quietly touch a sarcophagus in front of him. He touched it very carefully and seriously, and the flickering light of the torch on the stone wall touched the stone coffin.
His shadow kept shaking, and there was silence in the basement.
"George...Long time no see..." After a long time, Paul retracted his withered hand, turned towards George, and said slowly.
"Yeah, back then..." George was silent for a moment, not knowing what to say. However, as soon as the words came out, Paul raised his hand to signal him to stop.
"Did you know?" Paul said slowly. He spoke very slowly. He paused and then said: "I always like to go to this basement recently. It is quiet here and there is no noise from the outside world. It is also the place where we canonize saints.
The place where people will end up in the future.”
"Your Highness Paul, please don't be so sad..." Raphael, the Son of God on the side, said, but he hesitated to speak.
Paul didn't pay attention to the young Raphael, but turned to George, smiled slowly, and continued: "What's the point of the disputes back then? We all have to return to the embrace of the Supreme God in the end.
Come in here..."
When George heard this, he remained silent.
"Alas...we came here this time to talk about the Ottoman Empire..." Miller was obviously not as down-to-earth as Paul.
"Miller... In fact, you should have fought for the papacy back then..." Paul jumped away from the topic and seemed not to care about Miller's words.
"You...sigh...just let these things go with the wind..." Miller said helplessly.
"That's fine, the cardinal of the Diocese of Vienna will be handed over to you in the future," Paul said suddenly.
"What!?" Miller said in surprise, and then flatly refused: "I don't want to. I have been idle and free these years."
"I have already written to the Pope in the Vatican. I believe it won't be long before the Pope's appointment letter arrives." Paul waved his hand, turned to George, and said: "George, you will also live in the Vatican one day.
Here, the past things should be put aside."
"Paul..." George looked troubled and was about to speak.
"Haha! It's really lively today!" A charming female voice came from behind, interrupting George.
Accompanied by the sharp sound of high-heeled shoes stepping on stone bricks, a tall woman walked into the basement. She had wavy golden hair and wore a gold armor. The armor was engraved with countless exquisite floral decorations, and there were many hollows and large white areas.
The exposed skin made her already extremely sexy figure look even hotter.
The woman's face has clearly shown some traces of time. However, the carved lines of her facial features still retain a lot of the charm of the past, and her eyes are like gold, and the blazing holy light shines in her eyes.
The beauty flows in the eyes and appears to be shining.
"Midalen! Why are you, an old woman, here?" When George saw this woman, disgust suddenly rose on his face.
"Hmph! It's none of your business!" Mildalen responded unceremoniously to George, and at the same time mocked: "I would like to know how a paladin who has lost his holy sword is qualified to appear here?"
"You!?" George said angrily, and just when he was about to yell, he discovered the giant sword behind Midalon. He was shocked and said: "The Sword of Mercy!...Why is it in your hand?"
Hearing this, Midalun had a teasing smile on her face. She gently took off the giant sword from her back, held it in front of her and looked at it carefully, quite a bit of showing off.
This giant sword is a bit wider than ordinary long swords. The hilt is made of a golden cross. The metal of the sword body is completely black, with a line of golden scriptures written on it. The whole sword emits little bits of holy light from time to time.
The fluorescence is as dazzling as the vast stars.
"Oh... I even forgot... this Sword of Mercy was your former sword." Mildalen became more mocking and said slowly: "Am I right? The former Lord St. George.
?”
"Hmph!" George snorted coldly and said, "The sword of mercy is handed into the hands of a vicious woman like you. What kind of fool did this stupid thing?"
"Viciousness is better than your stupidity!" Mildalen immediately retorted.
"That's enough!" Miller finally couldn't listen anymore. He forcibly interrupted the bickering between the two and said: "We are all saints here. How can we still have the face to argue like children!?"
Regardless of how much prestige Miller had, or whether he was more popular in his dealings with others, in short, as Miller's words came out, George and Midalon stopped bickering.
"Midalen, haven't you been stationed in the Vatican? Why did you come to Vienna when you had time?" Miller asked when he saw that the two of them were no longer arguing.
"It's not just because of the Ottoman Empire." Midalun said casually: "I have already met their prime minister in the Vatican, that is, the Great Vizi, Ibrahim."
"How unreasonable!?" Miller said angrily. Is this a legendary level war puppet driven to the Vatican!?
"Sure enough... Ibrahim who went to the Vatican is the real messenger of the Ottoman Empire's expedition..." The old Paul beside him finally said slowly.