When William went to his cabin to rest with an original cargo in his arms, it was only about five o'clock in the morning in London, while it was six o'clock in the morning in Rome. For most Romans, this time was too early.
In this country where people have to delay arriving for work for hours and take being late for granted, except for fitness, don't expect people to get up early at this time.
However, there is something special about today. Somewhere in Rome, thousands of people gathered in a small city, waiting for the Illuminati Sect to hold a ceremony to elect a new leader.
As the host of the ceremony, Strauss, the leader of the ascetic group, asked Seaman, who had become his assistant, with a worried and uneasy face,
"Your Majesty, you still haven't replied to us?"
Ten minutes ago, they received news that four candidates for the leadership of the Illuminati Church had disappeared from their residences.
This immediately threw the Holy See of Light, which was waiting to elect a new leader, into chaos.
"No," Seaman shook his head, looked at the worried Strauss and hesitated for a moment before saying, "The latest report said that half an hour ago, His Majesty and Wilson had another person whose identity could not be found.
young man,
If you park your yacht in the English Channel, Your Majesty may not have time to mind our business."
"Shut up, Seaman, you are blinded by your own stupidity and ignorance." Strauss, who was also flustered in his heart, said with a positive expression on his face,
"Even we can detect John Wick's abnormality. It doesn't make sense that Your Majesty can't find it. Perhaps, he is waiting for the demons to act, and the target is not the ordinary demons that we people pay attention to."
"Yes, please forgive me for being rude, Your Excellency." Seeing Strauss say this, Seaman quickly nodded and admitted his mistake.
But only God knows what your true thoughts are.
"Then do we still need to send people to help the secular guards and police find the four kidnapped candidates?"
Strauss fell silent, and then said after a long time, "I always have a feeling that the ones who kidnapped the four candidates were probably not humans, but demons.
To distract us from protecting John Wick."
"But those four bishops are all candidates for the new patriarch. Do we really have to face the dilemma of having to elect a new patriarch again after electing a new patriarch?"
"If all this cannot be avoided, it is also God's will and a test for us."
"or,,".
Before Seaman could finish speaking, Strauss shook his head firmly and said, "We are already members of the Knights of Holy Light, and we can no longer intervene in the secular world to be the only candidate."
"But in the current situation, only you have this qualification," Seaman said anxiously.
"Have you ever thought about it, Seaman?" Strauss asked with a stern face, "What will the other bishops think once I become the only candidate?
What’s even more frightening is what His Majesty Devonshire will think.”
After Strauss finished speaking, he silently returned to the huge cross, knelt on the ground and prayed, "For the future of the Trappist Order and the future of the Knights of Holy Light, I reject your proposal."
"Yes, Your Excellency".
Seaman, who had been convinced, bowed to Strauss and slowly backed away.
For Strauss, what he just said was true, but there was one more thing, and the most important thing he didn't say.
That is, the life span that William once talked about.
Life is nothing more than fame and fortune, but fame and fortune pale in comparison to longevity.
Strauss, who is over 70 years old, has been restored to a lot of vitality by the holy light released by William, and has experienced a new life.
The only thought now is probably to follow William, spread the Holy Light, and at the same time, let myself live longer.
And besides William, he had no choice.
After praying for two hours, he received no response from angels or heaven. While disappointed, he also became more determined to follow William.
I silently thought to myself that fifteen centuries ago, there was no such thing as an angel in the Illuminati. It was not until one day that a man with white wings appeared that the legend of angels spread among their followers, and the statues of angels were officially introduced.
In the church.
Since angels can suddenly appear, they can also disappear. Maybe it's time to change your mind and find someone else.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Strauss quickly shook his head to get rid of this thought in his mind, knelt on the mat and silently confessed in a hurried tone.
In a dungeon only two kilometers away from Strauss, Ilsov, who was only in his early twenties, not only had white hair, but also looked at least twenty years older.
Seeing Ilsov coming in with a branding iron, the four candidates who were locked in the dungeon held their own crosses and said loudly, "Devil, if you repent of your crimes now, God may forgive you."
Hearing this, Ilsov dropped the branding iron in his hand, took off his hood, and revealed a pale and bloodless face, "I'm sorry, if God really exists, then He won't care about my past crimes, but what I will do next.
matter".
"Hey, hey, hey." Seeing the Illuminati Bishop in the cell, whose face turned pale with fright, Ilsov let out a sharp, hoarse, sinister laugh.
"Do you know why I turned into this ghost?"
Stretching out his pale palm and looking at the five claw-like nails, Ilsov said proudly and crazily, "As long as you complete Lord Mephisto's mission,
I can gain more power, not only to avenge John Wick, who should have gone to hell but was blessed by Gabriel, but also to kill William Devonshire, who is admired by everyone."
"Father, I will definitely avenge you, I will definitely." Ilsov, with a crazy face, grasped the iron fence. As corrosion marks appeared on his face, the iron fence he was holding slowly oxidized.
,rust,
Finally, it turned into a ball of rust and leaked out from the cracks in his palm.
"See? This is the power given to me by Lord Mephisto." Shaking off the rust on his hands, Ilsov roared loudly, "I am the Corruptor, John Wick, and I will rot him.
Turn it into a pile of pus, and then drag you into hell with my own hands."
At this time, John Wick was getting up and washing himself. Judging from the reflection in the mirror, although this guy had lost a lot of weight, his face was more rosy, and his eyes were not as decadent and depressed as when his wife died. Instead,
It feels like being reborn.
"Ding-a-ling, jingle-a-ling."
A phone call came from the living room, and John Wick quickly left the bathroom. He picked up his cell phone and looked at it. He saw Helen on the caller ID, and the corner of his mouth tilted to reveal a big smile.
Press the answer button and say in a strong and gentle tone, "Hey, Helen, are you ready?"
"Sorry, John, I may not be able to have breakfast with you," the female voice on the other end of the phone explained equally gently.
"I just received a notice from the bank that something unexpected happened to the Holy See of Light. I have to assist the bank manager and colleagues to transfer a huge amount of cash."
"That's it." John Wick sighed inwardly with some disappointment, and then listened to the woman on the other end of the phone say, "I promise to have dinner with you after the matter is done, how about it?"
Hearing that they were having dinner together, John Wick smiled again and said happily, "Okay, no problem, we will contact you in the afternoon, please be safe, Helen."
"It's okay, John. I don't have to be in the same car with the escort. If there are any robbers, they won't bother us. See you tonight, dear John Wick."
"Night, see you in the evening, Helen."
When the other party hung up the phone, John Wick put down the phone with a smile on his face.
Just a simple greeting made him feel happy and decided to take action himself, make himself a breakfast, and practice his skills at the same time.
I look forward to making a loving breakfast for my loved ones one day.
"Ding dong, ding dong".
Breakfast had just been prepared when the doorbell rang. He put the plate on the dining table, John wiped his hands on his apron and walked to open the door.
After seeing a fat, bald, middle-aged man in a priest's uniform on the surveillance screen, John smiled and pressed the door open button, opened the door, and stood outside the door watching the fat priest walk past the garden and come over.
"Hennessy, come to me so early, are you planning to quit drinking without having a hangover?"
"Hell, you American bastard, I told you not to call me Hennessy. If Mr. Strauss hears it, he will definitely ask people to empty all the wine I have hidden in the house."
"It doesn't matter, your wine is out, you can come to my place to drink. I just asked Sunday to help me buy more than a dozen boxes of this year's new wine from Mr. Devonshire's winery. It seems that there is a sub-brand of Latour made of grapes.
Brandy made from it."
"Really?" Hearing the brandy, the fat priest, nicknamed Hennessy by John Wick, pushed him into the villa with shining eyes, "Hurry up and give me a bottle, and then we will drive to Budapest."
“What to do in Hungary?”
John, who was still thinking about having dinner with Helen, the bone demon he had just met, certainly didn't want to go to Budapest, which was eight or nine hundred kilometers away in a straight line.
If he really went, he wouldn't even think of coming back today.
But the distance is so far, why not make a plane? When John was wondering, Hennessy smiled and said,
"Haven't you always told us that you want to see people possessed by demons in person? There are people in Budapest."
"Hurry up and bring the wine, let's talk as we walk." Fatty Hennessy saw the breakfast on the table, held the plate and ate with a fork without any politeness at all.
"Bah, bah, bah".
Hennessy rushed to the trash can, spat out the food in her mouth, and complained loudly, "God, did you mistake the salt for sugar?"
"Is there any?" John Wick grabbed a piece of Italian fresh fruit sorbet from the dinner plate and put it into his mouth. Soon he silently took out a paper towel and spit out the sorbet in his mouth.
Embarrassed, he said to Hennessy, "Let's go out to have some breakfast and talk about other things."
"Come on, you don't have time to have breakfast. Just buy some fast food and eat it in the car."
With Seaman's instructions, Hennessy had to take John William out of Rome and away from possible risks. He didn't even bother to drink. He held John Wick's coat and pulled him out of the villa.
"Wait, wait, it's better to go by plane than by car."
Although he did not want to give up the rare exorcism mission, John Wick, who was thinking about a date at night, pulled Hennessy and said,
"The drive will take at least eight or nine hours. By the time we arrive in Budapest, it will already be evening. Do you want to perform an exorcism ceremony at night?"
Hennessy, who had already said it, said, "You don't even think about what day it is today. Not to mention planes, even trains and Eurostar tickets are all sold out. Let's go there to buy air tickets."
"Then charter a plane," John Wick covered his ears and said to Sunday, "On Sunday, can you rent a small private plane for me and fly directly to Budapest?"
"No problem, Mr. Wick." Within five seconds of Sunday's reply, he replied that the plane had been successfully leased and the captain would be waiting for them in the VIP lounge.
"Let's go", patting the stunned Hennessy, John Wick laughed and said, "Don't forget that I have worked for Mr. Devonshire for five years. I don't have much savings, but renting a plane is still a piece of cake."
Hennessy, who had an alternative plan in mind, quickly came to his senses and said, "God, you don't have much savings?"
Looking at the villa John Wick bought in Rome with displeasure, he could only earn half of the two million dollars he spent as a priest throughout his life.
The matter here was quickly passed on to William who had just fallen asleep on Sunday.
William listened vaguely to Sunday's report. When he heard that four candidates had been kidnapped and that the men of the Trappist Order were unable to contact him and planned to take John Wick to Budapest to avoid possible risks, William
His eyes opened immediately.
He loosened his grip on the mountain and cast the Sleeping Curse on Hazel before saying to Sunday,
"Get me through to that fat guy named Hennessy."
"Understood, sir".
Hennessy, who was just thinking of a backup plan to have the ascetics in Budapest prepare to attack a vampire lair in order to hold off John Wick after he succeeded in exorcising the demon, suddenly heard a cell phone ringing.
He was frightened by something in his heart, and hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket. As soon as he connected it, he heard a voice from the phone that he would never forget.
As an ascetic who accompanied Strauss to meet William and also had a broken magic ring on his hand, Hennessy forgot the voices of her parents and would never forget William's voice.
"Can you hear my voice? If you can, don't attract John Wick's attention."
"Yes, yes", before Hennessy could say more, William said, "John Wick must stay with the bone demon named Helen. My goal is Mammon, do you understand?"
"Ming, understand, Your Excellency".
When he heard the word "Bone Demon", the fat priest's heart jumped and he also reacted. Since William clearly said that Helen was the Bone Demon, it meant that Strauss's guess was correct.
But Seaman and him almost ruined William's plan.
When he was feeling regretful, before he could explain, William added, "Take John Wick to Budapest to exorcise the devil and then return to Rome. Don't cause any more trouble."
"Understood, Your Excellency." Hennessy, who had thought clearly, returned to her normal tone, secretly glanced at John Wick who was driving, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, not only will we arrive in Budapest on time,
I can still arrive five or six hours early because I am planning to charter a flight with a rich man to fly there."