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After that talk after dusk, both Abel and Willie put on their masks tacitly and continued to pretend.

Willie is waiting.

Waiting for the moment when the Pope couldn't hold back and took the initiative to kill his consciousness.

They spent ten days in peace.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to report the progress to the cardinal every month. Abel got up early and put on the grand uniform of the priest.The clothes were far more refined than the usual white robes. Abel combed his hair skillfully, tied ribbons, and smoothed out the folds of the clothes.

His meticulous attitude made Willy very curious.

Viri flipped through the notes in his hand, saw his complicated attire, and asked casually: "Are you going to report the revision results of the classics to the bishop today?"

"Well." Abel checked his clothes for the last time, "You should have gone with me, but the bishop understands that you just 'lost your memory' not long ago—"

He deliberately rereads the amnesia.

Willie closed the notebook and picked up a book from his side: "That's really thanks to that bishop for his thoughtfulness."

The few books around him were all just taken off the shelf by him, and they were very miscellaneous and messy, with everything in them.These days, apart from studying Randall's notes, he spends most of his time in the library reading books.From astronomy and geography to travel notes, everything is covered.

He was very surprised by the rich variety of books. It turned out that the Holy See had collected so many miscellaneous books.

Now he has the last book in his hand, which is the most substantial. The gilt letters on the cover are beautiful and elegant, weighing heavily on his knees, as thick as its name.

—History of the Holy See.

Abel said, "If you're interested, you can come with me."

"No," Viri shook his head and refused, "Now that I'm recovering my memory, I'm afraid I can't pretend to be as seamless as before. If I stay outside for too long, I will always reveal my truth."

What's more, the pope is watching him covetously, and may take his life at any time.

According to Abel and Randall's notes, the place he is now is the place where Bishop Ignas lived before he betrayed the Holy See.Although he still hasn't figured it out - why is the living place a library?

But this does not prevent him from recovering his memory from sensing the divine power familiar to the bishop.

A gentle yet powerful force enveloped this place.

Even the violet brand on his chest was faintly hot.Whenever the night was quiet, he closed his eyes and felt the heat, as if he could feel the warm breath of Ignace.

The badge melted into his body, protecting him and reminding him.

This allowed Viri to have an unparalleled sense of security even in the holy city full of dangers.

Abel just mentioned it casually, and didn't really want him to take risks.So, he said, "Then you protect yourself." His eyes scanned the library, and then returned to Veri.

Willie lowered his eyes and said softly, "I understand."

He stroked the cover of the book, his hands felt rough and hard, only the gilded fonts were smooth.

Hearing Willy's answer, Abel felt a little relieved, and continued, "Don't leave this library."

"Okay." Willie opened the history book, but what caught his eye was blank pages.He froze for a moment, rubbed his eyes, and said in disbelief, "Why is it white?"

Abel glanced at the book on his lap, and said with a smile: "You don't sleep too little, your mind is confused, right? There are words in that book, if you don't believe me, close the book and read it after a while ?”

Viri was dubious: "Could it be that I really didn't sleep too little and was so sleepy that I hallucinated?"

He chose to obey Abel's words, closed the book, closed his eyes and meditated.

Abel smiled and said, "Then I'm leaving, you have a good rest."

"Yeah." Willie made a soft nasal sound.

The sound of Abel's footsteps gradually faded away, and the door creaked open, and the sound of his footsteps was also blocked by the door from outside the house.

Willie opened his eyes and slowly sat up straight.He looked at the half-hidden door, and there was a ray of light in the crack of the door.Through the crack of the door, you can vaguely see the back of Abel going away, and the white robe is covered with flowing golden light.

He opened the history book in hand again, the book was filled with densely packed words, black and white, clear.

"So that's how it is," Viri muttered to himself, covering his forehead, and laughed helplessly, "It turns out to be like this..."

Abel walked quickly on the stone path, the holy city was unexpectedly lively today.

He was a little astonished, and after thinking for a long time, he realized that the holy city was about to usher in the day when the pope would baptize believers once every ten years.No wonder the priests and deacons all came out in full force, with uncontrollable excitement and excitement on their faces.

It is a rare honor for the pope to baptize believers in the eyes of ordinary people.

Although participation is entirely voluntary, there are very few people who refuse to participate.After all, if one is selected by the pope among thousands of people, and then baptized, not only will one's strength in magic and martial arts improve by leaps and bounds, but one's lifespan will also be greatly extended.

No wonder so many new faces suddenly appeared in the holy city.

In the past hundreds of years, the people who were chosen to be baptized by the pope all held important positions and made great progress.The last time and the last time, they all became the best among the priests, with outstanding talents.

However, Randall and the Pope are inextricably linked, and the blood and hatred are indescribable.What's more, before Randall died, he was summoned many times by the pope's most trusted bishops. This baptism, others may not attend, but "Randall" must attend.

Thinking about something in his heart, he walked to the office of the cardinal without knowing it.

He took a deep breath, knocked lightly on the door, and strode in after receiving the answer.The sun was pouring down on the ground, and the too bright light almost burned his eyes.

A man stood by the window with his back to him.

He is tall, with extremely broad shoulders, and the surrounding lights are focused on him.He was dressed in red, and even his hair was fiery red.

Abel's face returned to calm, and he bowed low to the man: "Your Excellency Elvis."

Elvis turned around, went back to his desk and sat down.He raised his head and asked, "Has he changed anything recently?"

"Not at all." Abel lowered his eyebrows and looked very submissive.

He narrates everything these days, omitting, of course, the part about soaking in the Fountain of Urd and flipping through Randall's notes.As for being in a coma when visiting John and being reading all the time, you can say it openly.

Any report on the progress of the revision of the classics is an excuse.

In fact, what he wants to report is the recent developments of Viri. As a person appointed as a watcher, this is an obligation that Abel has to do.

Abel secretly breathed a sigh of relief.Only by speaking falsely and falsely, with seven parts false and three parts true, could he deceive the high-status bishop in front of him.

Elvis pondered for a moment, tapping his index finger on the solid wood tabletop, and the muffled sound echoed in the spacious room, like a drum beating in the heart, which made people feel uneasy.

"Nothing else?" Elvis said.

Abel shook his head: "No, he's been quiet all the time. Except for going out with me once, he's always reading."

"Come here." Elvis waved to him, "I need to check your memory."

Abel walked over obediently, knelt on the ground, made an obedient gesture, and sent his forehead to Elvis's hand.

After a while, a golden light flashed across.

Elvis withdrew his hand in satisfaction, his eyes full of approval, and he said: "My good boy, you didn't lie, if you persist for a while, you won't have to monitor him anymore."

"Why?" Abel looked up in surprise.

Elvis smiled and said, "Your Majesty can't let him live in the holy city forever. He is the bishop's container, so of course he must be put to use as soon as possible. On the day of baptism, you must take him to the holy church."

Abel's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly understood the hidden meaning in Elvis' words.

Baptism is the best time to kill Viri's consciousness and awaken the consciousness of Bishop Ignas from his body.

It's a pity that people cannot be resurrected after death.

Even the venerable pope couldn't do it.

Abel stroked his chest again, and replied calmly, "Yes, Your Excellency Elvis."

sanctuary.

Ulysses pushed the door open again.

——The door to the room where the bishop's body is placed.

The breath of ice and snow magic rushed towards his face, and soon a thin layer of frost froze between his brows.

The bishop was sleeping peacefully in the center, with a peaceful face and faint blood on his cheeks.His appearance seemed to stay forever at the moment when he closed his eyes, and it has never changed since then.

The Pope leaned against the door, calmed down for a moment, and then walked to the bishop and sat down.

He stared at the bishop and said, "That man named Viri should have a deep relationship with you. Elvis told me that he met Vili 30 years ago in the former Ymir Forest. He was still a child at that time, and he was accompanied by a silver-haired boy who looked very similar to you."

"That silver hair, is it you, or..." The Pope frowned, and said after deliberation, "But it doesn't matter, I just want you to be resurrected."

"I will let you open your eyes again." The Pope said slowly, "I am willing to accept everything after that, whether you scold me or beat me—as long as you can be resurrected."

With a terrified expression, he was alone in front of his brother's body, and he turned back into the stubborn child thousands of years ago.

In the end, he covered his face with his hands and squatted down slowly, leaning against his elder brother, and did not speak again.

This cold, empty house fell into dead silence again.

Only cold wind.

Willie was sleeping when Abel returned to the library.

He held Randall's notes in his arms, and the "History of the Holy See" was scattered in his hand.Abel smiled helplessly, walked over, reached out to pick up the books, and put them back away.

"Are you back?" Viri woke up from his dream when he heard footsteps.

He shook his head and sat up straight on the bed: "What time is it now?"

"In the evening," Abel took off his complicated priest uniform, "are you hungry?"

"It's not very hungry. You don't seem to be in a good mood. What happened?" Willie raised his head and stared at Abel's face. "Is it related to me?"

He keenly grasped the point of Abel's low mood.

Abel said, "It's almost time for the baptism."

"Baptism?" Viri searched the memory in his mind, "You mean the festival when the Pope baptizes believers?"

"Well." Abel said, "When the time comes, you have to go with me."

Willie was surprised: "Is the Pope going to kill me during the baptism?"

Abel nodded silently.

He pushed back his robe and sat down with his legs bent against the bookshelf.The setting sun was cast on his face, and the contours of his facial features were obscure, and half of them were submerged in the dusk.

Viri felt an unspeakable sadness in him.

He actually couldn't understand Abel.

In Randall's memory, Abel was a child who didn't like to study.He has a pleasing face, and his dark brown hair turns a honey-sweet blond in the sun, just like his smile.

These nights, Viri would dream frequently.

Dreams of Ignace, of his childhood, and occasionally of Randall from the past.

Perhaps it is not accurate to describe it as a dream, because they are all things that happened in the past, and they are memories.In Randall's dream, there was Abel, who had transformed from an uneducated child to the handsome and steady young man in front of him. Willie didn't know what they had gone through.

Reminiscent of today's speculation, Viri has a deeper understanding of the two of them.

Such an outstanding talent was forced to spend several years in the church.

Thinking of this, Viri couldn't help asking again: "Abel, if, if you can leave the Holy See in the future, what do you want to do?"

Abel said softly: "Didn't you ask me once that day?"

"Have you thought of an answer?"

Abel turned his head slightly, looking at the dust flying in the sunset: "If I can really escape from the Holy See, then I want to walk around and see what it looks like outside the holy city?"

He paused and said, "Can you tell me about it?"

Viri was stunned, then smiled: "The outside of the holy city is beautiful, and there are different scenery in every season. You can take the train from the northernmost tip of Greenland to the southernmost tip. There will be golden wheat fields, Vast forests, majestic snow-capped mountains and beautiful flower fields.”

Abel said: "It sounds really beautiful." Although Willie's adjectives are not beautiful, he can still draw a picture.That was the scene he thought about day and night, and longed to see.

Soon came the day of baptism.

Viri followed Abel's request and changed the priest's uniform.He was a little restless and restless that day, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

"Relax," Abel reassured him, "There is nothing to worry about, just follow our plan."

The two of them talked all night long, listing the possibilities.

Viri had no doubt that the person who was baptized would be himself.He can almost outline what will happen after the selection. If there is really a bishop's soul in his body, then the pope can grandly announce that the bishop is resurrected.

During the days of living in the Holy City, whether it was from Abel's mouth or from other places, Viri could feel the believers' fanatical worship of the Pope.

He originally thought that after the bishop was regarded as a heretic, everyone in the Holy City would be treated with contempt.Unexpectedly, believers still look forward to this bishop.

Also, the pope won't keep the bishops infamy.

The name of the fallen bishop has long been wiped clean in the holy city.

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