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Chapter 271: Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre

Bill exhaled after more than ten seconds. At that moment his heart seemed to have stopped beating.

First of all, there was the handwriting. The handwriting on the note was the same as the handwriting on the few remaining stone slabs in the Holy See. Of course, he was not an expert in identifying handwriting, but when he saw the ancient Rashu text on the note, he had a wonderful feeling.

It is the feeling of a child being called by his mother and his brief life being returned.

Bill knew that this description was abstract, and he was too embarrassed to talk about it at his age of over 40, but this was the truest feeling at that moment.

The ancient Rashu language has undergone thousands of years of evolution, and its current rhetoric, grammar and spelling methods have also changed significantly compared to the past.

The line of words on the note used spelling grammar from thousands of years ago.

The note only had a place name written on it: "Church of the Holy Sepulchre of Veronica".

Several other judges also sensed something was wrong with the presiding judge and gathered around to read the words on the note. Some of them couldn't help but shed tears on the spot.

There was no expression of sadness or pain on their faces, as if they were crying only because something inexplicable had been awakened deep in their hearts and they couldn't help themselves.

"Don't worry about where you're from. Do you know him?"

Liu Yonglu had a secret in mind. He did not dare to say that he did not recognize the words on the paper. He was just referring to the note in general.

"Veronica's Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre, this is the resting place in the scriptures. Legend has it that it has long been submerged in the ocean due to the power of the gods."

Judge Bill's voice was dry and pale, as if it was squeezed out of his throat.

Ordinary believers do not know the legend about the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Even most religious scholars only know a rough outline of it. Why did St. Baraan talk about this?

What concerned him more was the handwriting on it. It was written with an ordinary charcoal pencil and there was nothing special about it. The key point was the special handwriting traces that made him concerned.

"Mr. Dou, would you allow me to copy down the words on the note?"

Liu Yonglu nodded with a grin, thinking, whatever you say is fine as long as you let us leave later.

His smile turned into encouragement in Bill's heart. Saint Baran's move must have a deep meaning. Perhaps everything before was some kind of test, and the words in front of him were the reward for the test.

Bill bent down, found a huge rock, tore off a page from his notebook, and carefully copied the handwriting on it.

"Look at that string of numbers above again."

Liu Yonglu didn't say "Do you know him?" or "Do you know what it means?" because he still didn't want to show his weakness. Looking at the behavior of these people, this thing should be very important to them. I want to look like a fool so that I won't know when I get cheated.

"Numbers? Where are the numbers?"

Bill looked at the note in surprise, and Liu Yonglu reached out and took it back.

That’s right, there is a string of numbers behind the crooked scribbles. I didn’t see it wrongly. Why can’t Bill see it?

Tsk, the little girl has something, and it has an anti-peeping design inside.

"Forget it, just forget it if you can't see it."

He didn't dare to ask any further questions. It seemed that this number was specially prepared for him. Others saw that it was hard to predict whether it would be a blessing or a disaster, so they decided to go back and discuss it with Mi Li'er first.

Liu Yonglu had the demeanor of a calm and composed master, with his hands behind his back, looking at the sunlight filtering through the gaps between the branches.

The six judges in white robes looked at him with respect. If a painter could set up a canvas and paint an oil painting at this moment, it would be a good composition, and the name of the painting would be "The Sermon of Saint Baraan".

"Okay, my wife... No, my companion is coming down for dinner, I have to cook for her, let's go, don't send me off this afternoon."

Liu Yonglu waved his hand and turned back to the hotel.

"Judge Bill, do you want to escort Saint Baran back?"

At this moment, no one doubted the identity of the receding figure, and Jacob's voice even had a slight tremor.

"No, the saints have their own saints to guide them. After they leave, we will return to New New Lent and contact the Holy See immediately."

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New New Lent, Summer Palace, third-floor banquet hall.

Prince Andrew sat at one end of the long table, lowered his head, cut a piece of lamb and put it into his mouth. He drank a glass of table wine, wiped his mouth and said slowly:

"Your Holiness, I wonder if the food is to your taste."

"Very thoughtful, Your Highness Andrew."

The Pope of the Church of Wisdom, who was sitting opposite the long table, took off his glasses and wiped the lenses with his khaki robe. Prince Andrew noticed that the Pope ate very little and spent most of his time with his head down in thought.

The Pope arrived in New Nurent a few days ago by steam train. According to his subordinates, he has been living in a house in the northern district for the past two days. The followers of the Church of Wisdom are responsible for his security, and the Pope himself has never come out once.

"The Expo is in a month. Does your Holiness have anything to do this afternoon? I'll accompany you to visit the newly built exhibition hall."

"With pleasure, Your Highness. I have also completed the final debugging over the past two days. We are just waiting for Nicola and his invention to arrive in New Newland so that we can finally assemble it."

"I believe it will be soon. Nicola and I are looking forward to this day."

The two people could see the smiles on each other's faces even though they were nearly ten meters apart. This cooperation was a good signal. As the native religion of Mosesad, the Church of Wisdom has always been close to the royal family.

If we can complete this machine together this time, I believe the benefits that will come later will satisfy both parties.

"Well, that's great. By this time next year I hope our plan can be implemented."

The Pope smiled and looked at the vast blue sky outside the window. The Western Continent was the territory of the Holy Maiden Sect. No matter what contributions the Church of Wisdom made, as long as the Holy Maiden Sect did not make mistakes, no one could shake their foundation.

Therefore, we need to go to more distant places to spread the wisdom and gifts of God the Father.

"Of course, I also often enjoy the future. It is a broader stage for us." Prince Andrew waved his hand and asked the waiter to remove his tableware and bring desserts and coffee.

"However, Your Holiness, I am ashamed to say that the security situation in New New Lent is not very ideal recently. Please be sure to pay attention to your safety."

The silver spoon was stirring in the coffee cup. Prince Andrew was not actually worried about the Pope's safety. After all, the Church of Wisdom had the technology to imitate ancient relics. What he meant was that he hoped the Pope could also take on some responsibility for maintaining the safety of the expo.

"I can only ensure that there are no problems with my things. After all, my priests have to spend most of their time in the workshop."

The subtle refusal was also in line with Prince Andrew's judgment.

"Okay, then..."

Prince Andrew noticed the gesture of the clerk next to him:

"Your Holiness, please go back and take a rest. I will arrange a carriage to invite you to visit the exhibition hall this afternoon."

"Thank you very much, Your Highness Andrew."

The Pope stood up and nodded slightly, then turned and left the room. Outside the room, the blind Father Sita and Father Osel, who was leaning on a cane, were waiting for him.

"Your Holiness, Bastoli's fire is very strange. Should we go to the road to find him?"

The high-ranking priests of the Church of Wisdom have naturally all received the Burning Ceremony. Their lives and souls have their own place in the crown of the Father God. For example, before his death, Jiuli could convey messages through flames.

And Bastoli's flames have been particularly strange recently, and they are all worried that something has happened to Bastoli.

"Don't worry, Bastoli has his own connection with the Father, and nothing will happen to him."

The Pope's expression was still relaxed and kind:
"Have you eaten yet? We may have to go to the exhibition hall with His Royal Highness Andrew in the afternoon."

"Thank you for your concern. We have already eaten and thought we would go together after lunch. Is there anything urgent that you need to do, Your Highness?"

"Who knows."

In the corridor of the Summer Palace, the clerk whispered in Prince Andrew's ear:

"Someone from the Special Investigation Department, related to Nicholas."

After hearing what the secretary said, Prince Andrew quickened his pace slightly. He saw a middle-aged man sitting on a chair in the corridor of the Summer Palace. He was strong and wore a smart grey suit. His hair was combed back meticulously and his beard was well-groomed. He looked like a young man from upper-class society.

The headline of the newspaper in his hand reported the major riots that had occurred in the city of Novedon a few days ago.

Prince Andrew also saw it in the morning. His heart was in his throat. He contacted Sir Gregory by phone in the morning, but the other party only said to wait for the investigator's report. Now he couldn't contact Ricky Baldwin either.

"Good day, Your Highness Andrew. I am Investigator Marquette, and I am a member of the Shiweitian team."

Marquette folded the newspaper several times and bowed gracefully.

"How is Nicholas?"

"Naturally, he and his invention arrived safely in New Nulund. Captain Richie went there personally, so you don't have to worry too much."

Marquette's smile was extremely confident.

"Okay, take me to see it."

"As you wish."

Marquette turned around and led the way, while Liu Yonglu took a few people to escort Nicholas. He was not idle either. On the one hand, he used his identity in the investigation department to spread false information through various channels, and on the other hand, he carefully prepared a safe house with an excellent location for Nicholas to live in.

Of course, there is another key task, which is to take care of Xiaohu, Xia Ni and Zou Ji for Liu Yonglu...

Every time he went to Millie Tang's house, Marquette was quite speechless. Seeing his nephew Ricky, his apprentice and pet fighting for food on the table, he felt a little amused.

The safe house is not far from the Summer Palace and its surroundings are protected by the Royal Guards and investigators. It is simply a fantasy for someone with ulterior motives to attack Nicholas here.

"When did they arrive?"

"Just now, I traveled day and night and just arrived this morning."

Prince Andrew pushed open the door of the safe house and saw Nicholas sitting at the dining table eating with disheveled hair and a dirty face. He looked so miserable now, his clothes were wrinkled, his face and beard were covered with dust, as if he had been stuffed into a box and slept in the attic for a few nights.

"Your Highness Andrew!"

Nicholas quickly wiped the gravy from his beard with a napkin, stood up and saluted.

"How's the journey going?"

Prince Andrew gave Nicola a warm hug and patted her on the back.

"How should I put it...if Mr. Rich hadn't shown up, I would have died on the road."

Prince Andrew then looked towards the table by the window. Liu Yonglu was trying to fork the prawns on his plate to Millie Tang, but Millie Tang didn't want them, and the two of them were trying to give them away.

Seeing the prince looking at him, Liu Yonglu remained calm and nodded with a smile.

Sorry, sorry, the second chapter is late again.

Some authors get inspiration from their mood, some from their sleep. As for me… I watch my cat poop…

Yesterday he didn't poop, I was very anxious and didn't sleep well, today he didn't poop again, I was very anxious, just when my wife got up to make milk for the baby at night and saw I was still in the room, she came in to talk, she rummaged in the litter box and told me he had pooped! (Actually the litter box is in the room where I'm typing, but I just changed the cat litter today, it's too thick, I didn't notice, he buried the poop deep and there was no smell, so I didn't notice.)
The moment I cleaned up the shit, my soul felt relaxed, and inspiration suddenly came like diabetic mellitus and I started to rewrite.

Sure enough, it is much better than before. When I am anxious, my writing becomes particularly slow, but when I have diabetes insipidus, my writing is like the endless rushing of the river or the uncontrollable flooding of the Yellow River.

So whether or not I can update more... depends on whether the cat can poop... hahahahaha

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