Tianjin people will never lose SAN

Chapter 413 Liu Yonglu is going to do good deeds!
Liu Yonglu took a look and turned his head away to continue smoking his cigarette.

Don't alert the enemy for now. Liu Yonglu has his own clever plan to deal with him. Contaldo's identity is not simple. He is one of the eight bishops of the Holy See. These eight bishops not only have seniority but also popularity in the Holy See.

Even if I were Saint Balan, I couldn't convict him with just one sentence. I had to get solid evidence, or... force the other party to show his true colors.

Thinking of this, Liu Yonglu stood up and chatted while playing with the cigarette box in his hand:
"Archbishop Kosander, how does this great cake of ours taste?"

“The Saint’s compassion shines on the earth, and it tastes really good. It can also distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil. I suggest that in the future baptism ceremonies of the Saint’s sect, the holy bread should no longer be shared, and all should be replaced with steamed bread.

But... this will have to wait until you have consulted the Saint and published the formula."

Old Kosander was not like the others. He had not eaten before coming. The old man and Liu Yonglu's eyes turned blue as he ate the most out of the plate of steamed bread.

Several judges standing by nodded frequently. This was a good idea. They had all eaten the holy bread at the baptism ceremony, and it didn't taste very good. If it could be replaced with the steamed bread in front of them, it would be a good thing indeed.

"Bishop Campion, how do you feel? Don't flatter me, don't flatter me, let's talk about it!"

"The Holy Lady's Mercy Shines on the Earth. It tastes great and it cleanses my soul."

After the "conflict between heaven and man" just now, Campion suddenly felt enlightened. Many things that he couldn't understand before now became clear to him.

I am the practitioner of the Saint's will on earth and the shepherd of confused lambs. The Saint probably wants to use the steamed bread in front of me to wake me up. I should not be too fussy and hesitate when doing things. As long as what I do does not violate the Saint's teachings, the Saint will protect me.

Liu Yonglu asked everyone one by one, just like chatting about family matters.

"Bishop Contaldo, what do you think?"

The questioning eventually came to Contaldo. The fat man was acting like a show and didn't dare to eat too fast for fear of giving himself away. At this moment, he just put the last piece down his sleeve and pretended to chew it.

When Liu Yonglu asked him, the fat man kept his head down and didn't dare to answer. He gave two thumbs up with both hands, which meant that it tasted delicious!
"Hey! Bishop Contaldo, are you thinking of coming back again... for two steamed buns?"

Contaldo's sweat broke out, but he couldn't find a suitable reason to refute. He had heard what the other bishops said just now. They were so cooperative, and if he suddenly sang a different tune, he would be walking into trouble.

So the fat guy had to raise his face and smile, even though his smile now looked uglier than crying.

Contaldo put two golden steamed buns on the plate. Just as he was about to eat them, he felt uncomfortable in his neck... numb and tingling... as if some small animal had entered his neck.

After five or six seconds, he felt a sudden pain in his stomach!
The fat man's pupils dilated and he turned his head, just in time to see Saint Baran's filthy smiling face. The other person was holding a cigarette in one hand and had the other hand on his shoulder.

Contaldo thought of what Saint Baran had just said: "If someone with ulterior motives eats it, his intestines will be pierced and his stomach will be ruptured immediately... He will die a horrible death!" He was immediately furious.

At the same time, he was puzzled. I didn't even eat the steamed bread. I threw it all down my sleeves. How could I still be infected? Could it be that the person in front of me was really the patron saint? Had he already possessed the great power of the saint?

"Saint Baran! You..."

The fat man suddenly stood up from his chair, and the pieces of steamed bread he had stuffed into his robe fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

"What do you mean by you, you, you, me, me... Old man, you've committed a crime! Why don't you just surrender!"

The atmosphere was tense for a moment, and no one in the room reacted to what happened. Liu Yonglu saw the fat man Contaldo with sweat dripping down his forehead.

He had seen people who were fat and sweaty, but this was the first time he had seen someone with a creamy head like the one in front of him.

As the sweat came out, a foul smell spread throughout the room.

Father Contaldo didn't know whether it was because of anger or the spider bite, but the fat on his face was trembling. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the sweat off his face.

The next second, Liu Yonglu felt the scene around him gradually turn white.

Oh no! You are playing dirty tricks on me, old man! Liu Yonglu suddenly realized that this foul smell should be the activation condition of the other party's dreamland!
When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing in the snow. The other three bishops and several judges including Bill stood there staring at each other in confusion.

"Is this... a fantasy dreamland? I seem to have some impression of it..."

Bill looked around and what came into view was an extremely tall stone wall. The exposed surface of the wall was covered with traces of erosion by time. What was disturbing was the strange layer of snow covering the outside of the wall. They were tightly attached to the stone wall and arranged like pieces of cold tiles.

The lower part of the wall was even more horrifying, with dark green mucous cysts clustered in the corners. These cysts were of different sizes, with a moist sheen on the surface, as if they were secretions from some creature. The cysts occasionally swelled slightly, like air bags blown by the wind, but the air was dead silent, and no sound of wind could be heard at all.

Bill looked up and could only see the stone wall extending straight upwards, as if there was no end, and the top was swallowed up by the gray sky. At the foot of the stone wall, humans could not tell the direction at all.

"It's a bit troublesome..." Bill frowned. He was the presiding judge of the Inquisition. He had a rough idea of ​​how many ancient relics were in the Holy See and which relic could activate the Dreamland.

Thinking about the special smell he smelled before entering the Dreamland, he was now certain that it was Bishop Contaldo who activated the Dreamland.

If Bill's reaction was one of distress, Archbishop Kosander's was one of shock.

What faction did Bishop Contaldo belong to? And why did he bring everyone into the dreamland? These specific questions have yet to be verified, but Bishop Contaldo's identity has been determined. He is a traitor. Isn't this equivalent to self-destruction?

Standing in the snow and ice, Archbishop Kosander was already covered in cold sweat. His robe, which was wet with sweat, quickly dried up. In an instant, Kosander seemed to have aged by ten years.

Fortunately, Saint Barlaam visited the Holy See, otherwise if Bishop Contaldo continued to hide, the consequences would be disastrous.

"What do you think, Judge Bill?"

Archbishop Kosander asked in a deep voice, the high-ranking clergy of the Holy Maiden Sect were not just for show, they all knew some forbidden knowledge about gods to a certain extent.

"The good news is that I was very impressed by this dream. It was a small piece of leather with a special symbol branded on it. Contaldo must have sewed the leather into his handkerchief.

The bad news is... this dreamland is quite tricky, and my personal advice is to stay put."

There are only a few ways to deal with the Dreamland. Either you get rid of the mysterious scholar who holds the ancient relics in the Dreamland, or you break into the Dreamland despite the whispers of the gods and follow the rules to find the exit.

There is also an extremely special situation, that is, in the real world outside the dreamland, someone takes a great risk to use forbidden spells against the holder of the ancient relic, so as to lift the dreamland.

This situation is quite rare. First of all, there are not many occultists who possess this kind of quality. Secondly, occultists in reality need to have a very good understanding of this ancient relic, which is even more impossible.

But the current situation just meets the above two conditions. First of all, there are many inquisitors in the tribunal who are proficient in forbidden spells, and Roselis's level cannot be counted on one hand.

Second, although this ancient relic is dangerous, it is not new. It is one of the holy relics preserved by the Holy See, and there are traces of how to remove it from the outside world.

So Chief Judge Bill cautiously chose conservative treatment, and everyone stayed where they were. After a while, the judges of the court entered the living room and the crisis was resolved. During this time, he and the bishops only had to withstand the god's mumbling.

"Hey, Judge Bill, today is different from the past. His Excellency Saint Baran is here. There is no need to be timid."

Among the few people, Bishop Campion has the biggest heart. It's just a dream, why panic? The saints are here. Without the power of the saint...how can he still be called the patron saint!
"Well, Bill, Bishop Campion is right. It's better to get out as soon as possible while His Excellency Saint Baran is here."

Archbishop Kosander was worried that the night would be too long and that Bishop Contaldo might not be alone and might have accomplices in the Holy See. If he delayed for too long, the other party might do something outrageous.

Liu Yonglu stood by and watched the fun. He didn't want to make any moves. After all, the illusion would be lifted soon. This was a sure win. Why would he bother making such a fuss?

But the two bishops were so angry that they managed to stop him.

"Well... keep a low profile, keep a low profile, didn't the Saint once say that...

The meat is in the bun, not in the folds. Even if we are sure, we still have to pay attention to safety on the road.

Mr. Bill, you must be very familiar with this ancient relic. Let me hear what you say and we'll see how we can proceed."

The Cardinal set the policy, and Saint Barlaan agreed, so Bill had no choice but to do it.

He first arranged the formation. The four judges who entered the dreamland, two in front and two in the back, surrounded the three bishops and Saint Barlan in the center. As the team marched, he said:

"Your Excellency Saint Baran, the reason why I chose to stay where I am and wait for rescue is not because I am a coward and afraid of fighting.

The truth is that this ancient relic is somewhat dangerous. According to the records in ancient books, the small piece of leather was originally found hanging on Jacob's five-finger sword.

The bodies of those who touched it at that time all experienced varying degrees of deformation. They were conscious but suffered cruel torture in the process. This ancient relic was also listed as the most dangerous by the Holy See. "

"Brother... I asked you to start from the beginning, and you really started from the time when Pangu created the world? Just tell the most important part!"

Liu Yonglu discovered that these mystical scholars were all somewhat dull-witted and could not speak without showing off their knowledge.

"Understood, Your Excellency Saint Baran. In short, there are three problems that need to be solved in order to get out of this dreamland!"

(End of this chapter)