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Chapter 487: See Saint Baran! (4k+)

Prince Herama was sitting in the hall and heard the noise outside. He quickly winked at Balkan, meaning that you should get these monks out of here quickly. I have important things to say and don't have time to play mushrooms with them.

Balkan was his close aide, so he naturally knew what the prince was thinking. But he came back after being out for five minutes, and stood behind Liu Yonglu and shook his head slightly, which meant... he couldn't be persuaded to leave!

"We want to see Prince Herama, and His Excellency Saint Baran may be inside!"

"We won't survive if we don't see His Excellency Saint Baran today!"

"Let us in! Are you not letting us in because you want to harm His Excellency Saint Baran?"

The voices of the monks outside the hall were rising and falling, and Herama felt a little embarrassed. He wanted to ask the guards to drive the monks out by force, but that didn't seem right.

I had just appeased them and asked them to build a monastery in the city of Oia, but then I turned around and beat them up. I was respectful at first but rude later. It would be difficult to explain if this matter got to Victoria.

Although these monks were not very capable, they were actually held back by Prince Herama.

Moreover, Prince Herama was also puzzled by what they shouted. He was not a Saint, had never read the scriptures, and did not know what "Saint Balaam" was! He thought to himself, these Saint priests must be crazy.

Forget it, I might as well call them in and ask them. People like Mosesad are basically believers of the Holy Maiden Sect, so as not to let others laugh at me and pick a fight with me later.

"Hey, Mr. Rich, Miss Soraya, I'm calling the priest from the Holy Maiden Sect to come in and ask something."

Prince Herama was quite embarrassed. He first greeted the two beggars sitting in front of him, and then waved to Balkan.

Liu Yonglu roughly guessed what was going on and secretly made a gesture to Yasmine, meaning, "Don't worry about it, I'll do it."

These monks shouted at the door for more than ten minutes. Their voices became hoarse, but the more they shouted, the more energetic they became!
Prince Herama's refusal to let them in further reaffirmed their thoughts. They were originally skeptical, but now that they were stopped, several of them began to wonder if these barbarians from the southern continent were going to do something to harm their saints!

If Helama continues to try to stop us... if he continues to try to stop us at the door, we will both be killed!
When they saw Balkan coming out, these monks rushed towards him like vicious dogs pouncing on their prey. Some grabbed his arms, some hugged his thighs, and one even strangled Balkan's neck with his arms from behind.

Balkan almost took action out of reflex, but fortunately these priests were just ordinary clergymen and posed no threat to Balkan. This close aide of Heramar still held back at the critical moment:
"Let go, let go. Prince Herama has let you in, but I have to make it clear to you all. If you offend His Excellency the Prince, regardless of whether you are monks from Victoria or not, we Kurts..."

Balkan has to give a few instructions first, in case these people go crazy and want to assassinate the king.

But before he could finish, the monks all rushed in, shouting as they went:
"The mercy of the Saint shines upon the earth! Saints, here we come!"

"Saint Blessing, for Saint Baran!"

Balkan thought to himself, these people from the Western Continent must have something wrong with their brains, what are they shouting about?

Seeing several monks coming in with glaring eyes, Prince Herama quickly grabbed the small box containing the ancient relics in his hand, but he had to maintain his dignity:
"Everyone from the Holy See, we have just discussed all the missionary matters, why did you leave and come back..."

He thought the priests at the door were going to come to him to make some more demands, but he didn't expect that these people would ignore him and kneel down in front of Special Envoy Richie after entering the house:

“Your Excellency Saint Barlaan, you are truly the patron saint of both virtue and art—Your Excellency Saint Barlaan!”

"The saint's compassion shines on the earth. Saint Baran, why did you go to the southern continent to spread the gospel? "

"Mr. Saint Baran, you...how did you become like this?"

"It's all our fault! We asked the Saint to punish us and the Saints to tour the world, but we let the Saints experience the mortal world..."

Immediately, someone took off his outer robe and put it on Liu Yonglu, someone wiped the dust off Liu Yonglu's feet with his hands, and someone else stamped his feet and beat his chest and burst into tears on the spot.

There was no way. St. Barabi had just turned the tide in the Holy See a few months ago and saved the collapsing edifice. These people had seen it!
It can be said that this is a living miracle. They have not yet formed a specific concept of other patron saints in their minds, but for Saint Barabilia, all the priests who have experienced the Candlemas magic battle are grateful to Saint Barabilia. Without Saint Barabilia, the Holy See would be ruined now!

"Hey... tsk... hey..."

Liu Yonglu did not say anything either. He waved his hands, looking sad and about to cry.

Seeing Saint Barlaan like this, the believers could no longer hold back their anger. They all thought that Saint Barlaan had suffered a lot in order to carry out the will of the saint.

Just now, Liu Yonglu was the only one crying in the room, but now there are four or five people gathered together crying silently!
Everyone was stunned when Balkan and his guards came in. Prince Herama sat on the chair, speechless and didn't know what to say.

This special envoy Richie is so famous? Why are the people from the Saint's Sect crying to him...

Prince Herama did not dare to interrupt them. He waited until they stopped crying before carefully asking:

"Everyone from the Saint's Sect, Special Envoy Richie, what is going on?"

As soon as Helama asked the question, before Liu Yonglu could reply, the monk named Taft jumped up and started talking!

From the original text in the Holy Virgin Mary's canon, to St. Baraan's tour of the world in Mosessade, to the fight against heresy at Candlemas in Victoria.

This man had a very good eloquence. Although his voice was hoarse, he spoke with full energy. He stood in the palace hall and talked for a full half hour before he stopped talking.

Liu Yonglu, who was sitting next to him, wanted to cheer him on, and Helama frowned, not knowing how to react.

He initially thought that these mentally ill charlatans had recognized the wrong person, but when he looked at Liu Yonglu, he saw that he was sitting with his legs crossed, eating a banana, and had no intention of refutation at all.

Oh, you admit it! ?
“Prince Heramar, His Excellency Saint Barlan is a saint of saints, who was blessed thousands of years ago and is nearly immortal.

I would like to ask you, since Saint Barabi is also your guest, why do you let Saint Barabi endure such humiliation? Disrespecting Saint Barabi is disrespecting our Holy See.

When I return to Vitalia, I will report the truth to Archbishop Kosander. By then, all the Saints of the entire Western Continent will be inspired to organize a holy war for Saint Baran and for the glory of the Saint..."

With Saint Balaam as their backer, these believers became more confident. They stood in front of Herama, pointed their fingers at the prince's nose and cursed him!

Hela Ma was both wronged and angry. What he was wronged about was that it was not my fault that Saint Barlan was in such a mess. It was Grand Duke Zahir who imprisoned and abused him. What was annoying was that I was also a prince of a country after all. Although I had temporarily relegated to the second line, I was not someone a mere priest like you could scold!
"Hey! You... don't be disrespectful to Prince Herama. The prince is a friend of our Saint's sect. Everything I've experienced is to implement the will of the Saint's old lady and to suffer for other suffering people. It has nothing to do with Prince Herama and Kurt."

At the critical moment, Liu Yonglu had to give Herama this way out. After hearing what Saint Baran said, Taft quickly restrained his temper and apologized to Herama.

"Yes, yes, yes, Ricky and I... No, I am an old friend of Saint Barlan. I received a lot of help from him in New Newland before. I would never humiliate the saint.

As for what happened to Saint Barlaan, I am also very angry! Please rest assured that I will give an explanation to Saint Barlaan and the Holy See. "After saying this, Hela Ma looked straight at Liu Yonglu, meaning that you should also give me an explanation in private.

"Taft, go and do your own things. But remember, we are the shepherds of the Saint. Our own food, drink, sitting and lying down are secondary. We must help and take care of those poor people. What did the Saint say... I taught you..."

Liu Yonglu gestured forward with his right hand twice to guide Taft in front of him.

"A man who is not well fed does not know the hunger of a man who is hungry," Taft said piously.

"That's right, let's go. I'll call you if there's anything else."

Liu Yonglu persuaded these people to leave, and only Liu Yonglu and Helama and a few others were left in the hall.

"Special Envoy Rich, what's going on? Should I call you Rich or Saint Baran?"

Helama waved to Balkan to move Liu Yonglu's chair next to his own stool. Just now he was sitting on the stage and Liu Yonglu was sitting below, which was in line with the etiquette tradition between the king and the envoy.

But now it’s different. It seems that this person is not only the investigation captain of Moses Sad, but also a saint of the Holy Maiden Sect. So he can’t just sit in the audience, he has to be invited to the stage.

Although Prince Helama did not know about the twists and turns in the Holy Maiden Sect's scriptures, he knew how powerful the Holy Maiden Sect was. It was the number one faith in the Western Continent.

Although the words of the believer just now were exaggerated, Herama had no doubt that if this saint raised his arms, he could really call on those fanatical religious believers to participate in the holy war.

We must give warm hospitality to this distinguished guest!
Liu Yonglu did not dare to be arrogant, his expression was still so gentle, and he waved his hand at Prince Herama with a smile. He knew that now was the time to confess to Prince Herama:
“Your Excellency, you can just call me Ricky. I usually just run errands for the Saint, pass her cigarettes, and light a fire.

You don't have to be polite to me. We have a friendship that was built through fighting, so this is not wrong. Besides, I have done something wrong to you!"

"How...how do you say that?"

"I have a few friends outside the hall, call them over as well."

Since you have to confess your identity, do it with Millie Tang.

"Okay, Balkan, go and invite him."

After a while, Millie Tang and Mr. Shani arrived. They were also dressed like beggars, but Millie Tang, like Yasmine, had some idol baggage and was more restrained.

When Mr. Shani came out of the dungeon, he was short and thin. Now he was wearing his original tattered robe. From a distance, he looked like Sanmao in The Wanderings of Sanmao.

"Do you know her?"

Liu Yonglu pointed at Millitang. Prince Helama had seen her before, but only briefly. He also noticed this extremely beautiful female investigator, but was too embarrassed to stare at her.

After looking around for more than ten seconds, he slapped his thigh:
"Ms. Mara Keith!?"

Previously in Moses Sad, all the things about Herama were connected. It turned out that Saint Balaam had been dealing with me all along, but I just didn't realize it!
"Hey, this is what I kept from you before, but now that Kurt and Mosesad are getting closer and closer, and we're all going to get married, I can't keep hiding it anymore."

Prince Herama remained silent, his face uncertain.

If anyone else dares to play tricks on Prince Herama like this, no matter if you are Mosesad's special envoy or not, Prince Herama will never swallow this anger. Even if he doesn't kill you, he will lock you up first.

But now... Prince Herama glanced at the box containing insects.

Ricky had just presented a treasure to himself. The bug in the box was a priceless treasure, related to an extremely important ancient relic.

I put so much effort into it before, but I didn't even see a shadow of it, and yet they just brought the things to me.

Thinking back to what happened in Newlund, Richie, who was transformed into von Stroevsky, never harmed himself from beginning to end. Not only did he not harm himself, he also pointed me in the right direction.

If it weren't for him, I would still be hanging out with that loser Wordsworth, and I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get any advantage at the Continental Exposition.

The most important thing is that his identity is clear. Those priests will definitely report St. Balaam's whereabouts to the Holy See. If he turns against them again, he will be making enemies for no reason!

The situation in Upper Kurt is very unclear now. Even though he has obtained the cocoon, it is useless if he cannot get the ancient relic.

If we want to pacify Kurt, we may have to rely on the power of the Mosesads and the Holy Maidens.

Thinking of this, Herama laughed:
"Mr. Richie, what do you mean by sorry? You have always been thinking about me and Kurt from the beginning to the end. I can't thank you enough.

Well, Miss Soraya, you go get treated first, this..."

Hela Ma pointed at Milly Tang.

"Millie Tang, my love."

"Oh, Miss Millie Tang, if you feel relieved, go and rest first. I will talk to Mr. Richie alone."

After everyone left, Hera Ma pretended to be friendly and poured two glasses of wine, handing one to Liu Yonglu:
"Envoy Richie, if Prince Andrew is not satisfied, I can arrange another marriage for Mr. Carol."

"No, this is it, it has to be her!"

Liu Yonglu shook his head and said, Carol has set her sights on Yasmine. How can she change?
"Okay, then I'll listen to you, Ricky."

Herama misunderstood. He thought the Mosesad people were coveting Grand Duke Zahir's city of Tirmusi. Now that Grand Duke Zahir's life and death were unknown, these Mosesad nobles wanted to wipe out his entire clan.

That's not a good thing. Just now, Herama saw that Shi Weitian and his men rescued Zahir's only son. I will marry my daughter to him, and the city of Tilsim will be mine!
But that’s all for later. Let’s first talk about the two countries’ alliance and the situation in Upper Kurt:
"I wonder if you, Mr. Richie, know the origin of this insect and the ancient relic that can only be opened by it. This is related to a myth of our Kurt."

Liu Yonglu thought to himself, Not only do I know it, I also saw it!

However... since the stone slab is related to the old Saint, and even more to the restart of the world, why not operate it?
"Prince Herama, please tell me. I'd like to hear what I can do to help!"

(End of this chapter)