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If it were someone else, Gustav would not be so angry now, just because he has always regarded Angus as an insignificant little plaything like everyone else, even though he would not mind helping this cute little plaything The position of the archbishop, so that he can have an obedient puppet archbishop, but that does not mean that he can accept the betrayal from the plaything, which is more difficult for him to accept than the betrayal of others.

"You, this, whore, bitch," Gustav gritted his teeth, his eyes tearing open.

"If I'm a whore, then what are you, Gustav, you are a boar who can only play wild on the bed," Angus scolded sharply back, the rudeness of his words is breathtaking, he raised his head high Chin, and said in a mocking tone: "I have endured you for a long time! Or do you want me to tell you about those things about you in bed? For example, do you like to fart when you go to bed, or can you only do 10 times at a time?" Minutes? Huh?"

Listening to this explosive secret, everyone's faces are already numb. They want to laugh, but feel that the occasion is not right, and it seems too disrespectful to Gustav. Don't laugh, and feel that it is too funny In desperation, everyone had no choice but to continue to maintain this weird and distorted expression.

But now the person involved can't care about them anymore. Seeing Angus's mouth spout out all the private affairs between the two of them in bed on weekdays, the fire in Archbishop Gustav's heart was finally completely ignited. , I can't wait to cast a curse on the other party immediately to make him shut up forever.

"Roy Angus, you bastard, bitch, scum!"

In fact, he was about to do the same, but when he raised his staff, a voice stopped him in time: "Don't catch him yet!"

There are knights in the meeting room. They are not knights who belong to a certain archbishop, but belong to the Holy See. They guard here to maintain the order of the meeting place. However, they, like others, have seen this rare situation just now. They were stunned, and at this moment His Majesty gave an order, and they finally reacted, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Archbishop Gustav firmly, and the other cleverly took his staff.

"Let me go!!" Gustav roared angrily, the winning chance at the beginning was gone, replaced by a face full of extreme anger.

In fact, this is also normal. If any man is humiliated in front of everyone by his obedient lover, and even loses the Pope's throne that is at his fingertips, few of them can calm down.

Fanserich kept a cold face and ignored his roar, "Archbishop Gustav is too emotional, take him to the next room to calm down first."

Even if he was not a swordsman, Gustav's tall and burly figure exploded, and it took two or three knights to restrain him, and then half-dragged and half-dragged him out until the gate closed, his roaring and cursing The sound seemed to be still faintly audible.

Everyone has not been able to adjust from the accident just now, their faces look a little strange, coughing one after another, they are all suffocated.

No one would have thought that this Roy Angus, who relied on Archbishop Gustav to take the throne, was extremely proud and walked around with his tail up, would betray the benefactor at a critical moment and beat him up.

Everyone heard the gossip just now. The image of Archbishop Gustav was completely ruined. Even his best friend, when he thought of those words about "fart" and "10 minutes", his expression froze. twitch.

In this case, the other party did not have the domineering determination just now. The handsome chestnut-haired priest had a very calm expression, as if he had never said those explosive words at all, making it impossible to guess him. thoughts.

If there are people present who are not affected, it must be His Majesty the Pope.

Fanserich kept a straight face from beginning to end, as if everyone owed him several cartloads of gold coins and hadn't paid them back.

He looked around at the crowd and said slowly, "If you have no objections, the Pope's candidate will be determined."

The faction that lost Gustav was like losing its backbone. After a series of changes just now, they threw away their helmets and armor, and were defeated step by step. Now they are pale and silent, and they are suppressed by Fansherich's strength. speechless.

Only Archbishop Quinton reluctantly expressed his objection: "This is not fair, Archbishop Gustav is not present, and the new Pope cannot be elected in the absence of the Archbishop."

Fanserich looked at him coldly: "With the results of the vote already out, I don't think it will be a problem if the two archbishops are absent."

Archbishop Quinton opened his mouth, looked around, regretfully found that no one was willing to stand up as an opponent at this time like himself, and he could only choose to succumb to the warning of this implicit threat in the end.

At this point, the matter should have come to an end. Gustav exited in a dramatic way, and Yannick Hill's election as pope seemed to have become a matter of course. This was unexpected by many people, at least they It all feels a bit dreamy, knowing that if all this is true, then Yannick Hill will be the youngest and fastest pope ever.

When the old pope died, they thought that the era of Vaserich was coming, and because of Gustav's huge power, the two sides would definitely be stalemate in a long-term battle of wits, but no one thought that the era of Vaserich would end So fast, so suddenly, the Gustav era that some people expected has not come yet.

Instead, it was a young man who was unknown a few years ago!

No matter what everyone thinks in their hearts, they may bend down to this young man, or even bend their knees, in a short time, which makes many people feel uncomfortable.

However, at this moment, Vanserich did not announce the end of the meeting, but stood up and walked to Yannick Hill's position.

The two were not far apart, just a few steps away. Vansherich came to Yannick Hill with a scepter in his hand, handed the scepter to him with both hands, and then knelt down on one knee.

Everyone watched as he picked up the other hand of the silver-haired priest who was not holding the scepter, lowered his head and kissed it lightly, and said in a voice that could be heard clearly by anyone: "I, Arthur Vaserich , hereby hand over the pope's scepter to Yannick Hill, and swear that throughout my life, I will always be loyal to you, dedicate my loyalty and my life, and this will never change."

This is not even on the coronation ceremony!

Everyone was dumbfounded, but they immediately realized that Vaserich was paving the way for Yannick Hill. He knew that some people would be dissatisfied, so he set an example in advance.

Before they could react, Ai Fuli quickly stood up, followed the same pattern, and swore allegiance to the silver-haired priest.

Then Lacher, Hutcherson, Henry, Angus...

Looking at this general trend, and the only person who can contend with it has been "isolated and guarded", those bishops and archbishops who usually have their eyes above the top finally have to lower their proud heads and choose yielded.

Regardless of whether this kind of surrender is on the surface or in the heart, at least, when everyone walked over and knelt down, imitating the former Pope, kissing the hand of the future Pope to swear allegiance, no one dared to openly resist.

However, the one who was most disturbed was not Archbishop Quinton who opposed the most fiercely just now, but another person.

He was the last one to pledge allegiance. Under the eyes of everyone, the bishop of the Principality of Santos, no, he is now the archbishop. Karl walked up to the silver-haired priest, bent his knees unnaturally, and pulled out a stiff smile unnaturally: "Your Excellency, I swear... to be loyal to you."

Then, the future pope, who had been wearing a faint smile on his face just now but rarely spoke, suddenly spoke, and he said to Archbishop Karl in a tone as natural as a greeting: "Long time no see, Karl, we made a big circle. We finally meet again here."

Archbishop Karl, who was already unnatural, became even more stiff now, his face pale as snow, and the knight standing beside him swore he could even hear the chattering of teeth.

Seeing him like this, Yannick patted him on the shoulder kindly again: "Don't be so excited, we will have many opportunities to meet in the future, I promise you."

Archbishop Karl looked like he was about to cry. Although everyone was puzzled, no one knew why he was so excited, or moved, or fear would be more appropriate.

"What does that Carl have to do with you?"

Although the coronation ceremony has not yet been held, this does not prevent the silver-haired priest from starting to work in the Pope's office.

A long time ago, when he received the old pope's first meeting here, he never thought that he would become the master of this place one day. Maybe he had such ambitions in his heart at that time, but he never expected that he would behave in this way, in this way. The speed sits here.

To describe it in the language of Olin Continent, it is: everything comes from the good luck bestowed on you by the gods.

Yannick does not deny that he has such good luck.

But besides himself, there is another person sitting here now.

"Is he your old lover?"

Seeing that Yannick didn't answer, the other party added another sentence, a slightly malicious joke.

But the silver-haired priest just smiled helplessly, and stopped writing: "He sent people to chase me down before, and I almost died."

"Why did he hunt you down?" Archbishop Angus obviously didn't believe it, and he was obsessed with breaking the casserole and asking the end.

Yannick had no choice but to explain: "I am the adopted son of the former bishop of Santos. My adoptive father intended to hand over the position of bishop to me at that time, but I was not able to take on this important task at that time. If I died, this trouble would be completely eliminated. Existence, so Karl snatched the position of bishop from me, and sent people to hunt me down, and I fled from the Principality of Santos to the Principality of Mecklen."

The handsome chestnut-haired priest opened his eyes wide: "He treated you like this, but you didn't take revenge on him? With your current ability, it is not difficult to drive him out of the position of archbishop!"

Yannick smiled and said: "It's not difficult, but why should I do that? When I was weak, he was a powerful enemy to me, but when I became strong, he became small Now, you may be able to deal with a person, but would you deliberately trample an ant to death? Well, it may be disrespectful to describe Archbishop Karl as an ant, but he really does not pose any threat to me now. What I want to do Just scaring him is enough for him to not dare to do anything for a long time. If you kick him off now, you have to find someone else to replace him, and that person may not be recognized by others , and I have to spend some energy on these meaningless little things, it’s really not worth the candle.”

He paused, "Just like what you said about me at the meeting before, I won't take it to heart"

Angus listened blankly, until he heard the last sentence, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was a little embarrassed by being exposed, so he could only change the subject in a rough voice: "Don't forget what you promised me before! "

"Of course," the silver-haired priest even raised the corners of his mouth so slightly, he still carried an extraordinary charm. This kind of charm has surpassed the handsome appearance, and what makes people irresistible is temperament.

"I can guarantee that you are no longer anyone's vassal."

The same is the archbishop, even after Gustav becomes pope, his status will not change. At best, in the eyes of others, he will rise from the "plaything" of the archbishop to the "plaything" of His Majesty the Pope, but This is exactly what Angus hates, he is also a man, why should he lie under other men and be treated with such contempt?So he decisively abandoned Gustav and chose to cooperate with his enemy.

But now, he finally got the guarantee he wanted, something seemed to land in Angus's heart, he was relieved, but it was empty, he looked at the silver-haired priest sitting calmly on the Pope's seat, without any embarrassment, he didn't know Why did a sentence pop up: "Actually, I don't understand, why others will always only see your talent when you are equally outstanding in appearance?"

This sentence was so sour, Angus thought that even when Gustav mentioned Yannick, he didn't have the mentality of wanting to play with him, but really regarded this person as an opponent. Make him both envious and jealous.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted a little.

The person in front of him is the future Pope, and he will work under him in the future. He hopes that he can do a real career and wash away the shameful brand of "plaything" on himself. Not only is this kind of venting speech not helpful , may also offend people.

Who knew that the silver-haired priest heard this sentence, instead of being angry, he laughed.

"How do you know that others only see my talents?" Yannick stood up. His stature was not low, he was half a head taller than Angus - the future His Majesty the Pope held down the table with one hand, and One hand stretched across the desk, pinching Angus' chin, his body leaned forward slightly, and his face moved closer.

Angus stared at him blankly, not realizing that it was a blatant tease.

"Here, aren't you bewitched by me now?" Yannick said this with the tip of his nose almost touching the other's cheek, and the shallow hot air sprayed on the other's ear, successfully making Angus swell instantly blushing.

Yannick let go of his hand appropriately, "So, when necessary, it's understandable to take advantage of your appearance, just don't let it become your burden."

"You...!" Angus was ashamed and annoyed, and he didn't know whether he was angry with his slow reaction just now, or angry that he was being molested.

"Then, Archbishop Angus, according to the decree issued by His Excellency Vanserich, you will be among the first to be rotated to serve in various countries. Do you have any objection?" Yannick sat down again, seeming to be satisfied He turned a blind eye to the reaction, and his face suddenly became serious.

Angus: "...Yes, there is no objection, I am very happy, Your Majesty."

That's exactly what he's looking for, isn't it?As for Gustav... to hell with him!

As soon as Angus left, Yannick was about to plunge into the ocean of work again.

Even if he has not officially taken office, he already has a lot of work. In addition to being familiar with the Pope's daily affairs, the threat of monsters is a shadow of death that always hangs over his head. Whether it is the Holy See or humans, it has been too late He has to make up for the wasted time.

The documents were issued one after another. These were invitation letters to invite the kings of various countries and famous mages from the mainland to attend the coronation ceremony. In addition, Yannick even sent invitations to the elves, dragons and blood clans. An invitation letter, which has covered almost all races on the continent.

If all these people can come as promised, then this coronation ceremony will not only be the most lively pope coronation ceremony in the history of the Holy See, but also the third Continental Alliance meeting can be held to discuss the matter of dealing with monsters. How wonderful it is to kill two birds with one stone !

The silver-haired priest pinched the quill with his slender fingers, and drew on the parchment flexibly.

Based on his friendship with the elf queen, even if the queen didn't come in person, at least she would send an envoy. As for who it was, Yannick was not worried. With the queen's wisdom, it wouldn't be a big problem.

There is no need to worry about the blood race.

As for the dragons...

The quill stopped, and then an ink dot was smudged on it, and Yannick raised the pen slightly, thus avoiding the fate of the blank space next to it.

There are dragon clans in Olin Continent, which is the consensus of everyone.

The dragon clan has a huge body and powerful strength, which is also known by many people.

But no one can tell where the dragons live, or whether they live in groups or alone.

In the poems of bards, the plot of "a knight riding a dragon to save a princess" often appears, but that can only deceive a pure and ignorant little girl. As a powerful dragon, how could it be possible to succumb to humans, and why is it not a dragon? Mage or Dragon Priest?You must know that knights are not a noble profession in the mainland.So it was just a fairy tale woven by bards to satisfy the fantasies of deep-seated girls.

So where to send this invitation letter to me is really a headache.

The silver-haired priest put down his pen, rubbed his forehead lightly, and thought about it until his thigh was suddenly bitten by something.

Caught off guard, he almost screamed in shock!