I Kill The Protagonist

Chapter 23-The Archbishop of the Holy See

"His Royal Highness, please wait a moment, Archbishop Pablo will be here soon."

After Romney left the altar of the Mithril Mine, he took his own guard and came to the residence of the Sacred Holy See.

As the holy son of the Holy See personally baptized by the Pope, Romney's position in the Holy See is above all the cardinals.

Logically speaking, Pablo could not let Romney wait for the newly appointed Archbishop of the Violet Principality.

But he arranged for someone to lead Romney to a hall, and after he settled down, he ignored him.

Time passed quickly, and Romney was waiting in the hall from two o'clock in the afternoon.

Pablo didn't show up until dinner time.

At this moment, Romney knew.

Pablo is giving his own son, the son of war.

The so-called one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, Pablo, who was responsible for the suppression of demons here, was unwilling to let Romney, the saint son, drop by air to snatch the task of suppressing demons in his hand.

Although it is difficult to suppress demons, there will always be cultists, and even if there are none, arrangements can be made.

But if Romney takes over, no matter good or bad, no matter what happened to Pablo.

Pablo must be so careless that he used the tactic of dragging words.

Romney didn't stop if he wanted to clear the game.

Straight out of the camp, amidst the suspicious eyes of a crowd of church knights and pastors, they left.

As soon as Romney left, the clever pastor ran up to Pablo and told the story.

"Really gone?"

Pablo was drinking scarlet wine and was enjoying the massage of several nuns.

At this moment, he heard the message from the pastor, his eyes raised and he laughed.

"The little fur boy is the little fur boy, and he can't hold his breath, so what about the saint son?"

Pablo sneered, confidently holding the situation steadily.

"Archbishop, do you think the Son will tell the Pope?"

Next to the messenger pastor, there was another accompanying pastor standing, speaking at this time. Listening to his tone, he was a little worried that Romney would fight back.

"What are you afraid of."

"Even if the Pope is held accountable, I will be rid of the cult and it will be fine."

"But if that brat takes over this matter, I won't be able to get any benefits."

"Besides, what cult is there in this ghost place?"

"Some corpses buried under the mine can be said to have a cult?"

"If there is an altar, there will be a cult?"

"Mediocre people bother themselves."

"If you want me to say, you don't have to wait at all these days."

"Just push a few slaves out, it's said that the cultists burned it."

"Let me stay here for so long for nothing."

"It's better to go back to the Violet Principality earlier and continue to be my earth emperor."

The old God Pablo was drinking wine and enjoying the service of the beautiful nun, and he had no intention of doing things seriously.

He even complained about the pastor who had discouraged him from leaving when he came here.

Before he wants to come, there is a fart cult here.

If it did, the Holy See's army would have run away long ago.

It is totally meaningless to be stationed for ten and a half days.

More than that, this station is also waiting for Romney, the holy son of the Holy See.

In Pablo's mind, the matter was really not handled well this time.

A few slaves should have been launched long ago.

"this…."

Hearing Pablo's arrogant and arrogant words, the pastor dared not refute it at any time, but he did not agree with it in his heart.

The Sacred Holy See has the authority of the Sacred Holy See. Even if there are countermeasures, Face Kungfu must be done.

If you are really like Pablo and leave as soon as you arrive, it must be thoroughly investigated.

Once checked, anything that Pablo has done over the years is exposed, it is all fire.

The accomplices will all die together.

The pastor attendant didn't want to go to heaven so early, he wanted to stay in the world for a few more years.

"Stop this and that."

"Get out now, I'm going to have fun with these beauties!"

When Pablo said this, he was already impatient.

Putting down the wine glass, standing up is just kicking the priest next to him, leaving behind only the nuns who are smiling and watching Pablo monkey in anxious state.

"boom"

"Hee hee~"

"Haha, ah, itchy~~"

....

As soon as the door of the prayer room where Pablo was closed, the sound of laughter and flirting came from inside.

The two priests standing outside the door and each being kicked, looked at each other, and both pretended not to hear.

This kind of dirty work of taboo nuns and bishops violates the laws of the Holy See.

Although the Sacred Holy See does not restrict the marriage of priests and nuns, it restricts malfeasance during the tenure and adultery between superiors and superiors.

Others care about things very much, Pablo doesn’t want to put in one’s eyes at all.

Even many archbishops of the duchy with the same high authority as Pablo are the same.

They are the same as the earth emperor.

Someone enters and exits the palaces of the powers and welcomes them, and returns to the branch churches to serve them.

Money is easy to get, surrounded by beauty.

Life is like being in heaven.

It is normal for such a person to be unable to handle affairs.

The pastor attending thought this in his heart, but he was very respectful, guarding outside the door of the prayer room where Pablo was.

Whenever he hears some awkward gasps in his ears, he just can't hear them.

The same goes for another preaching pastor.

The sun soon dimmed.

Romney returned to the own magic experimental car.

In my heart, I once again resented the ills of current politics.

Fifteen years of court life.

He is a nobleman who has seen too much, deceived and dared to deceive the top and the bottom.

But he never thought, even in the Sacred Holy See.

Some are angry at the erosion of these worms.

Before he calmed down, Romney thought of Alan Sid, the left arm and right arm of a lurking man.

Then I thought of the evil spirit sect, the sky drivers, and the protagonists who are hiding in the trouble.

Suddenly it was as big as a fight, and his mind was confused.

"No, if this goes on, sooner or later you will be unable to hold it down."

"Could it be that there is no way to solve the current problem?"

Romney shook his head, trying to empty it.

But when I was free, I kept thinking about it.

Thinking back to Paiken who was destroyed by himself, thinking back to the mentor who was obsessed with research, thinking back to the celestial chasers and evil spirits that he encountered along the way, and thinking of the moths inside the Sacred Holy See.

Romney is really tired.

He originally thought that with his own ingenuity, solving these things should be more than easy.

At this time, I came to do things in person, and I knew how difficult it was.

This is completely different from the study of magic.

It is the political situation, the hearts of the people, the schemes of the undercurrents, the layout, and the cobwebs that move the whole body.

"Um?"

"Spider web?"

Romney, who was annoyed, suddenly had a flash of inspiration.

Yes!

The layout should be allowed to succeed.

Only in this way can they relax their vigilance and show their feet.

That's it.