Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

A flicker of panic flashed in the Pope's eyes.

Is it finally here?

He had been brought to Sangjak twenty-three days ago.

He had tried every possible way to escape along the way, but the people around him never left his side, giving him no chance at all.

He originally thought that once he arrived in Sangjak, he could speak directly to the Emperor.

He never expected that the other party would directly lock him in the black prison.

This black prison was too dark, too dark... without a ray of sunlight.

Meals were delivered through a small passage below, and the chamber pot could also be sent through this passage.

However, the meals were not given at fixed times, but every few days, with no regularity at all, seemingly depending entirely on mood, just casually dealing with him as long as he didn't starve to death.

Initially, faced with such an environment and treatment, he was naturally incomparably angry.

Having lived a life of pampered luxury, this was the first time someone dared to treat him so unreasonably!

Especially since the other party's country was one of the Church's dioceses.

He began to curse and kick the prison door....

However, after three or five days, the anger in his heart began to turn into fear.

Being completely surrounded by darkness and silence, this kind of environment made it impossible for people to survive.

If he hadn't been constantly praying, and occasionally hearing the guards chatting outside the door, he would have almost fallen into madness.

However, after surviving the tenth day, he finally began to gradually adapt to the environment and think calmly.

He couldn't even eat his fill, and wasting his energy would only make the situation worse.

The only thing he could do was count the days and wait for the day he would be released.

At the same time, he replayed the various events that had happened before in his mind, until today.

Because the outside light was too strong, he had been carried along with his eyes closed all the way.

He didn't know how long he had been walking before he felt that the light had dimmed a lot.

He tried to open his eyes, and the vague scenery of the outside world appeared before him.

This was a grand hall, decorated in an unusually special style, a style he had never seen before.

But he had a deep impression of the vague figure in front of him.

Golden boots, golden robe, embroidered with creatures that looked like dragons and snakes...

"Your Holiness, it's been a long time."

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice rang out.

The Pope nodded absentmindedly.

It was this guy who took the initiative to invade enemy countries, and if it weren't for the divine punishment weapons in his hands, which had great cooperative value,

Sangjak should have been flattened by the Church long ago!

A wolf's ambition, a wolf's ambition!

The Pope raised his head and smiled miserably: "You... you have such great courage, to dare lock me in a black prison for a full twenty-three days!"

He had gradually begun to adapt to the light in the room, and the face of the person in front of him gradually became clear.

The person wearing the dragon robe was none other than the Prince of Wu!

There were also several young people accompanying him, looking at him with mockery.

The Prince of Wu's eyes were still as sharp as they had been in Da Jing.

It was just that his temples had already turned gray.

Hearing the Pope speak, he was slightly taken aback: "In the black prison, you actually knew you had been locked up for twenty-three days?"

The Pope smiled coldly, not showing any fear: "I have God's blessing, you will be punished by God for treating me like this!"

The situation was unclear at the moment, but the other party must have something to ask of him, and even as a prisoner, he had to show some momentum!

Although the black prison was dark and he couldn't feel the passage of time, he remembered very clearly that he had been locked up for a full twenty-three days.

As for how he remembered it was twenty-three days, it wasn't difficult.

Because... he masturbated twenty-three times in the dark.

The lives of high-end people have always been very regular.

There was no sun, but there was still a 'biological clock' that could be used!

Although the old pointer that had been used for decades had declined in performance a lot, it should be roughly twenty-three days.

As the Pope, his body was always well maintained.

He was much stronger than the hand-job losers of later generations who didn't even have normal physiological instincts!

The Prince of Wu raised his head, a trace of confusion in his eyes.

Being able to accurately know that he had been locked up for twenty-three days in a completely dark environment.

This matter was indeed somewhat beyond his comprehension.

It seemed that this incompetent Pope still had some extraordinary qualities.

When the Prince of Wu came back to his senses, he immediately looked at the Pope and said coldly: "Kneel down."

The two guards behind the Pope immediately kicked his knees hard.

His knees softened, and the Pope knelt steadily in front of the Prince of Wu.

"How dare you!" The Pope's surprised voice was filled with panic.

The Prince of Wu said lightly: "It seems that after being locked up for so long, you still haven't learned to recognize the situation. A stray dog is not qualified to talk to Us standing up."

"What exactly do you want to do?" The Pope's eyes were about to split.

But a smile appeared on the corner of the Prince of Wu's mouth: "After so long, have you figured out who attacked the Holy City?"

"So it was you!?"

"No." The Prince of Wu slowly shook his head, "It was Da Jing who attacked the Holy City, the country that wants to do business with the Church."

"How do you know?" The Pope's throat kept rolling.

"Because We are from Da Jing."

At this moment, the Pope's hair stood on end!

He had never taken the country of Da Jing to heart. How much strength could a seller of goods under the Church's nose have?

But the other party actually led troops to attack the Holy City? And the King of Sangjak was also from Da Jing.

That is to say... Sangjak is actually under the control of Da Jing?

Da Jing is plotting the entire area under the Church's rule?

The Pope began to endlessly imagine things....

After thinking for a long time, he finally said with difficulty: "I don't understand, since you are a Da Jing person... why did you sell the divine punishment weapons to the Church?"

The Prince of Wu slowly said: "No, you're wrong, We and Da Jing are mortal enemies."

"Da Jing is making a lot of money in the countries under the Church's rule, and the Church naturally cannot ignore it. The conflict between the two will erupt sooner or later. We sold you firearms, naturally hoping that the Church can have more resistance when facing Da Jing and weaken Da Jing's strength."

"It's just that I didn't expect them to come so quickly, actually having the courage to directly attack the Holy City, even We didn't react."

As the Prince of Wu spoke, a look of disgust appeared on his face, "It must be you, you trash, who angered them."

"You are too arrogant. Faced with such an opponent, the intelligence can be said to be close to zero."

"Do you really think that the Church can run rampant in the world, and any country will bow down to you? With you bunch of stinky fish and rotten shrimp, in Da Jing's eyes, you are just a group of barbarians."

The Pope's breathing was heavy, and his heart had already begun to panic, a bad premonition rising in his heart.

"Then what exactly do you want to do by catching me here? I can help you, we can deal with Da Jing together."

The Prince of Wu said contemptuously: "With you?"

"We naturally need the strength of your subordinates to help Us deal with Da Jing, but you... just be a dog for Us obediently."

"Listen to Us, and We will give you a way out, otherwise don't blame Us for being impolite."

The Pope was furious and stood up angrily.

"You can't... Ah!!"

Before he could finish speaking, the guard behind him had already swung the heavy sword scabbard fiercely at his right leg.

With a crack, his right leg was broken.

The Pope fell to the ground again, wailing incessantly.

The Prince of Wu said coldly: "We are not discussing with you. Now Da Jing has already re-established a Pope in the Holy City, and your most solid six dioceses have stood up to publicly oppose you, and are now all in a state of war."

"The division of the Church is now a reality, and We want you to immediately order those six dioceses to stop declaring war."

"What exactly do you want to do?" The Pope screamed, holding his crippled leg, his eyes full of fear, while instinctively moving backwards constantly.

The Prince of Wu turned a blind eye and murmured: "We... still need time."

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(There are two more chapters, later, I'm late again, crying)