"Please forgive me for being late." The young priest closed the door himself, turned around and said with apology. Then he faced the long table and took the lead in drawing a Vatragan religious gesture on his chest, so that even the archbishop in the cardinal must get up and return the salute.

Hai Ji still held her cheeks, but her smile was bright, and she was really not elegant. She was as vulgar as a lonely lady. She met a knight lover who was climbing the balcony. Several great figures who hoped to judge the true status of the hypocrite in the Sacramentary Department by observing her face changes were disappointed. This is the supreme leader of the "ewe" of the Sacramentary Department? A powerful woman who dared to intimately shout "Rachel's Tiger" as "Little Sadi"? Some senior officials of the Holy See who only had a little kindness to the Sacramentary Department wiped out their sweat, thanking that the imperial public and nobles could only accidentally contact Lord Teutonic, who was more in line with the image of the dark giant.

"Little Augustine, long time no see, do you miss me?" The charming woman smiled. It seemed that she never concealed the man she had a good impression of.

"Dear Lord Hai Ji, if I remember correctly, we just talked yesterday, and that was the first time we met." The young priest smiled, sitting gently in the chief position in the many unfriendly sights, smiling like the familiar noble style of everyone here, but with a little impeccable cunning and hypocrisy, "But my longing for you is even heavier than the "Encyclopedia of the Empire."

It's such a vulgar flattery. This guy is not a priest at all, but an unreliable old aristocrat.

The senior officials of the Holy See were filled with disgust and disgust, as if they had forgotten that this Augustine was originally a nobleman, and had a peaceful and fulfilling childhood and youth under the careful education of the elegant and wise Duke and Duchess of Rottenchild.

"I'm so sweet-mouthed. My sister decided to give you the 'sheep horn' to make up for the little mistakes my sister made last night." The blonde woman smiled, making people mistakenly believe that there was a beautiful conflict between her and him that was often seen in a grudge between the noble lady and the young nobles last night. Only the two secretary of state and several middle and senior members of the Sacramentary Department who were familiar with the organization of the Heresy Judgment Institute were shocked.

"Ewe" is known for its in-depth research in various fields. Among them, "Sheep Horn" is one of the three research laboratories. It has achieved remarkable results in recent years. If you give it to Augustine with both hands, it would be like to boost the arrogance of the new organization COmsO. In this way, insiders and bystanders who are waiting to see the good show of COmsO die as soon as they are born will have a hope of failing. The second Secretary of State Sadi has a certain awe of Lord Hai Ji, but he does not attach much importance to Augustine who is completely hidden in the darkness of the ruling for more than a year. Moreover, his awe of the "Mother of Ewe" is mostly from the traces she imprinted when she was young, such as

Now in the No. 2 person in the Academic Affairs Office of the Holy See, he naturally feels no longer as strong as he was back then. He could not figure out the inside story behind her decision. She was a moody superior and could never infer from common sense. Sadie could only wait and see. Today's meeting was actually a negotiation for COmsO to ask for resources from various agencies, and how much to give, and the initiative was all in their side. And no one planned to really support COmsO. The Sacrament Department was already strong enough to expand a shadow agency and a fourth giant that formed. I am afraid that even the most prominent nobles in the imperial capital would not be able to sleep.

It seems that Lord Hai Ji has made a very bad head.

Rachel's Tiger smiled bitterly.

Many of the people here restrain their relaxed attitude after seeing Lord Sadi's expression.

"I am extremely grateful for the generosity of Lord Hai Ji." The young priest said incredibly shocked and sincerely.

"Well, looking forward to our next meeting, dear heir of Rottenchild, my little Augustine." The blonde woman stood up, stretched and surging, and walked out of the conference room lazily, leaving behind a bunch of dumbfounded Holy See's top leaders and smiling protagonists.

"This is what I ask for my dedication to you. I hope you can be as generous and tolerant as Lord Hai Ji." The young man who should have been surrounded by nobles and socialites at various dinners and cheerfully called "Earl of Augustine" took out a stack of paper from his arms, stood up without caring about his identity, and sent it one by one. He was not a reserved and implicit nobleman, but was simply a shameless businessman. This direct and naked request even the excellent cultivation of Sadi sneered. The Archbishop of the Reddish also frowned. Minister Palme did not reach out to take the order at all. However, by chance, he found that the words on the paper were indeed very outstanding. The very pure Baroque font was weak and soft, and focused on every subtle connection. Thinking of the few unscrupulous heirs of his family and their messy fonts, Palme was in a worse mood.

This guy is crazy.

This is the unanimous idea of ​​the big guys who took the order and read the text. They circulated the orders in their hands respectively. Basically, each piece of paper has four to five requirements, each piece is arranged in a single digit personnel, and it is also a madman with a relatively meticulous mind.

No one responded without any suspense.

The conference room fell silent. Augustine sat in her seat, staring at the clock on the wall, and was not impatient. When the hour hand pointed from 10 o'clock to 11 o'clock, someone finally left the venue. One, two, three, and by 12 o'clock, there were only Lord Sadi who was looking up at the dome and Archbishop Gaimu, who was resting in the heart.

The second secretary of state also stood up with a burly body. He was a soldier in the Holy See and was one of the few members of the Holy See who could win the respect of the hawks of the Pompei family, among the inner capitals. He seemed to feel the oppressive suffocation brought by the Rachel tiger. Augustine withdrew his gaze and looked up at one of the expressionless heresy "reapers" of the imperial heresy. Sadi did not speak and walked straight out of the empty conference room. Only the old archbishop in the clothes slowly stood up. Augustine immediately went to support him, and had seen too many absurdity and ups and downs. The funny and solemn old man did not refuse the kindness of the young man. He was supported and walked towards the gate. He paused to the door. The young priest immediately let go of his hand. The old archbishop in the clothes sighed and walked alone to the lonely corridor.

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"Only by walking through the thorny mountains and seas, we can reach the land of honor for resting. But Godfather, if the narrow door you mentioned had never opened to me from the beginning, should I continue to bow my head and bend over?"

Augustine walked slowly in the corridor with a peaceful expression. Behind him was a child in a black robe and hat, covering his huge robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.

"Poor, you have no family or half a friend anymore. That emperor also lets you die on your own. The proud Holy See does not like you, the snobbish nobles hate you, the heretic rulings reject you, and even the only Lord Hai Ji who stretched out a helping hand today is an enemy who wanted to let you go to hell yesterday. Forget about committing suicide, no one except the devil is willing to accept you."

"If the enemy does not die, I will not fall first. This is the advice given to me by the godfather."

Augustine smiled, "I am a little tired of being an enemy of the entire empire, but I won't be lonely and bored."

"You fool who overestimates your abilities, a madman who fights the whole world!"

The child hiding in a black robe screamed.

"Thank you for your praise, Miss Elizabeth."

"I almost forgot that you are a shit nobleman wearing a hypocritical mask. I bit you to death!" The child grabbed Augustine's hand and bit it down.

In front of Charlotte, the extremely gentle and gentle white robe priest, the former heir of Rottechild, who was in the eyes of the top leaders of the Holy See, was not tolerant of the "childishness" of "Miss Elizabeth", and did not have the greatest tradition of the empire at all. She threw her out with mercy.

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Charlotte returned to the corridor where he met Augustine and reexamined the badge pattern that should be called the purple flower. Bishop Pisa gently came behind her and remained silent. After a long time, Charlotte stood up with a slump and twisted heart, he said, "Child, that is the purple flower, the symbol of the Luotong Child family."

"That big eastern family was completely deleted by the empire?" Charlotte lived almost isolated life, but there were always good old nuns or young priests in the church who liked to inquire about the upper class. She had also heard of various versions of the rumors about the Rotten Child family.

Bishop Pisa nodded.

"Sir, then he?" Charlotte asked carefully.

"I don't know either."

"He is really the godson of Saint Iyetta? The only heir to the Rottenchild family?" Charlotte's heart was ups and downs. She didn't believe that such a big man who seemed to be high in the clouds could have a pleasant and equal conversation with her, humbly ask for advice, and thank him with gratitude.

"He is also the fourth person in charge of the Sacramentary Department." Bishop Pisa sighed. The bishop who has always disliked talking about right and wrong may also want to find a safe outlet for venting.

Sacramentary Department.

Charlotte's body shook violently and panicked.

"Forget all this. Don't be afraid, kind children, continue to serve the Lord purely and withstand all the temptations and dangers of the devil." Bishop Pisa said softly, moving his pace, gradually leaving the vision of the nun Charlotte.

Charlotte looked up, his eyes passed through the columns, and he accidentally saw the huge angel sculpture at the top of the famous Edward III Chapel. It was called "Saint Urban", half the sacred archangel Gabriel, and half the fallen angel Lucifer.

The statue bathes in the sun.

It has stood in St. John's Church for 500 years.

In the history of the empire, the heads of four major heretics and traitors were hung on the left hand of "Saint Urban".

Now we are in the fifth place.

Now the sacred sculpture holds a stone "Teachings" in its right hand, and the dry head symbolizing the "Titan Butcher" Prince Odise in its left hand.

"I should have had my father's head on it."

Charlotte heard a familiar voice and turned around terrifyingly, seeing the quiet face of the new Sacramental giant.

The white-robed priest did not care about the fear and panic in the nun's eyes, but looked at the magnificent statue as high as 13 meters and fell into deep thought. The little girl behind him also showed a rare look of sadness for the first time.

Withdrew his gaze, the young priest smiled slightly, performed the blessing of the Holy See, and said softly: "May the Lord bless you."

Looking at his back again, the ordinary nun who had never seen the "Black Pope" with his own eyes in his life mustered up the courage and shouted: "May the Lord bless you, Master Augustine."
Chapter completed!