"His Majesty the Pope, this is the magic jewelry drawing I offer. This is the finished product."

As soon as Monica finished speaking, the pope stood up.

"What did you say? Drawings of magic jewelry?"

Monica lowered her head: "Yes. It's the drawings of magical jewelry."

The pope sat back on the chair and asked casually: "So, did you study this drawing?"

"How is that possible!" Monica smiled and said, "I am just an ordinary female priest, and I don't know such profound knowledge of magic equipment design."

The pope's towering eyelids slightly opened, closed them again, and continued to ask, "So how did you get this drawing?"

"Picked up!" Monica said with some embarrassment.

The Pope chuckled: "How can I get it? Tell the truth!"

Monica struggled for a while, and finally gave up, saying, "Pope, I actually snatched this drawing."

“Where did you snatch it from?”

"Before I came to the Holy City, I was a high-level priest in Baghdad. One day, a foreign alchemist came to the city. He drank high in the tavern and bragged, saying that he had extremely precious magic equipment drawings on him, and there were so many three."

The Pope nodded: "Then he died, right?"

"Yes." Monica smiled, "his body was dragged into the ghetto, and many people were competing for drawings, and then I happened to treat the poor for free in the ghetto, and just got one of them."

"Just get it?" The Pope shook his head helplessly: "I won't pursue how your drawings come from. As long as the finished product is indeed effective."

Monica held the gem necklace in both hands, raised it over her head, as if dedicated to the gods, and said, "Please ask His Majesty the Papacy to identify it."

A man suddenly appeared next to the pillars of the hall, wearing a black robe and black clothes. He walked to Monica and held both the magical jewelry and the drawings in his hands.

After using poison removal techniques, cursing and eliminating the two magics. There was indeed no problem with both things, she walked to the Pope of Life with the drawings and gem necklace and presented them with both hands.

His Majesty the Pope held the gem necklace in his hand. After feeling it for a while, he looked at the drawings and said, "This is indeed a good magical equipment. You are determined. I will accept the drawings for the time being. What kind of reward do you need?"

"No reward is needed." Monica said with a smile: "It is the obligation of all believers to do things for the temple."

"It's right." The Pope nodded in praise: "You go back first. The reward will not be missing. The drawings you gave are very important, and the rewards cannot be too shabby. I have to think about it."

Monica left happily.

After Monica left, the pope's expression immediately became cold: "Go and call the heretic interrogator. In addition, let the great craftsmen come here too."

The assassin who suddenly appeared just now received his order.

After more than ten minutes, the two who were summoned were crawling in front of the Pope.

"This is the magic jewelry sent by a female bishop just now, and its drawings. Dunlop, look at what's wrong with this drawing."

Dunlop was a great craftsman in the Temple of Life. He took the drawings and looked at them for a while. His eyes immediately became excited and began to dance: "So that's it, so that's it. This is really interesting."

Then he took the magic jewelry and looked at it for a while, lowered his head and said, "Pope, there is no problem with the drawings, and there is no problem with the magic jewelry. It is indeed a finished product."

“What’s the effect?”

"Accelerating the chanting speed of spells and speeding up the amount of magic recovery seems to have the effect of increasing concentration. But it is not very obvious."

The Pope nodded: "So, how difficult is it to make."

"I have to say that the person who painted this drawing is a genius. Although the magic patterns are complex, they have obvious context. It is obviously a traditional magic jewelry made by people who have been subject to very systematic magic materials and pattern science."

The pope's eyes opened slightly and continued to ask, "So, how is it the same lineage compared to the drawings passed down by the God of Wealth?"

"Absolutely not." The great craftsman shook his head: "The person who made this drawing is indeed a genius. But he is still limited by his knowledge. The magical equipment drawings delivered by the Pope of the God of Wealth are simply an epic miracle."

Speaking of his profession, the great craftsman Dunlop was so excited that he could not suppress his behavior: "The drawings of the Pope of the God of Wealth can use the simplest magic patterns and the simplest gem combination to create equipment that is close to the legendary level of magical effects. If you really want to rank the alchemists in this world, then the Pope of the God of Wealth is definitely the most powerful, and no alchemist dares to compare with him. There is absolutely no."

"It's just a pity that most of the magical equipment he has reported are targeted at the dragon. I heard that Queen Frans Sasha's gem crown has different magical effects. I really want to check out the drawings for making that crown."

The pope was not interested in the magical equipment drawings, and he asked, "That is to say, the creator of this final drawing cannot be the Pope of the God of Wealth?"

"Absolutely impossible." said the great craftsman firmly: "Although this drawing is also good, it is like a difference between a child and an adult compared to the Pope of the God of Wealth. Moreover, the style of magic patterns is completely different, so this cannot be fake."

The Pope waved his hand and said, "Dunlop, come back to your workshop with this drawing and finished product. I will see at least five sets of such magical equipment within ten days. You can apply to the Logistics Department for the gems and materials you need."

"I'm glad to serve you, my Majesty." The great craftsman left with great joy with the drawings. For the technician, there was nothing more exciting than seeing a new drawing.

Next, there were only three people left in the Pope Hall.

The Pope asked the heresy interrogator: "You have investigated the suspected Pope of the God of Wealth that was suspected to have come to our holy city, how are you doing?"

"Your Majesty, it turns out that, as you said, is an illusion. It is our mistake." The heretic interrogator smiled helplessly and bitterly: "We have found at least five people in the city who are very similar to the Pope of the God of Wealth, but their temperament and hair color are not very similar."

The Pope seemed a little disappointed: "Then, there is no clue at all the time that the murderer who had killed people all the way to our holy city?"

"Yes." said the heresy interrogator: "Based on the information we found, the man is most likely from the God of the Underworld."

"The God of the Underworld?"

The pope was silent for a while and asked again, "Why do you think so?"
Chapter completed!