Pirate Family

The sound of horseshoes was getting closer, Enilo and Moorman held their breaths, ready to fight at any time.

Along the way, there were countless sudden attacks of all kinds, and they were already used to it.

But halfway through the sound, it suddenly stopped. After a while, as if something happened, he turned away.

"What's going on here? Have they decided to let us go?" Mooreman let go of the hilt of his sword and said a little uneasy.

"Maybe it's because we're afraid that we don't know." Enilu didn't care. A Razer shuttles at the fingertips.

"It's not that simple." Lorne shook his head, he felt a sense of humiliation and unwillingness in his heart.

It doesn't seem like they were let go, but it seems that this battle was terminated due to some external factors.

"Leave them alone," Lorne said, "This place is full of weirdness."

...

In the sanctuary of the church, the old nun in black robe said while holding the phone bug with an unwilling face.

"Why don't you let the Ten Glory Knights get rid of them, they belong to that family..."

"I understand your feelings very well, Sister Mashug." An old and steady voice came from the other end of the phone bug.

"However, according to the latest information, there was a battle between Vennhill Lorne and the Navy's two generals, Aokiji and Momotu."

"I lost to the green pheasant, but I won to the peach rabbit."

"So what?" Sister Mathug roared, "The Navy is the Navy, and Holy Truth is Holy Truth!"

"When I think about what that bastard Caesar did to the church, I feel humiliated!"

"Me too, Sister Mashug." The other end of the phone bug continued,

"But according to my judgment, Lutz, the ninth seat among the ten knights alone, will not be able to win Lorne stably."

"Then send out the fourth seat! The fifth seat! Let them go! If you still can't take it, you can also do it yourself."

"Or, you have forgotten that, Ratzinger!"

Sister Mathug's ass seems to have a high status in the church, and she can call Ratzinger by her real name.

"I will never forget what happened to Caesar. The humiliation of that day will always be remembered by the Church."

The man named Ratzinger said slightly apologetically, his tone softened.

"But I'm receiving a distinguished guest right now, so I can't get away for the time being. Wait until I finish dealing with things here."

"Let this remnant of the Vinhill family live for a while."

Ratzinger pondered for a while, then said slowly.

"Who the hell is it that made you put the church's disgrace behind!" Sister Mashug said indignantly.

For her who has dedicated her life to the church, nothing is more important than the interests of the church.

"One of those few who stand on top of the world."

Said the old man.

...

Inside the church, in the magnificent lobby, a man in a golden and white robe slowly hung up the phone, and straightened his clothes in front of the mirror. He opened the door and went out.

This meeting is extremely important, and the bird called "big news" will broadcast it in real time.

Symbol of world peace.

In the lobby, sunlight shines into the interior of the church through the stained glass inlaid around the church, making the church, which is somewhat dark and depressing due to insufficient light, mysterious and splendid.

Sitting in the living room is an old man in a black suit. He has pale curly hair, a fluffy white beard, and a flat black hat. The most striking thing is that he has a scar on his left face .

Several reporters are nervously debugging the mother-child phone bug.

"I'm sorry to keep you waiting for some things about the church."

Ratzinger pushed open the door, sat beside the old man, and said with a hint of apology.

"It's okay, we are usually busier than you."

The old man put down the snake-shaped crutch in his hand and said lightly.

"Now, we can continue to talk about that matter, about the cooperation between the Holy Truth Church and the world government."

"Pope Ratzinger."

"As you wish." Ratzinger said respectfully.

...

The Theocracy, Balan, inside the Tower of Imprisonment.

The woman in a white robe stretched out her slender and white fingers to the black locks in front of her.

The finger deformed and turned into a white liquid that penetrated into the keyhole. After the liquid solidified, the woman gently turned her arm and opened the door.

"Quick! Get out of here before they find out!"

The woman said urgently, and stepped forward to remove the Hailou stone nails from the hands of the two criminals with the arms transformed into abilities.

"Ugh, it hurts so much." The fat man yelled after falling down.

It was hard to get up from the ground. Said pitifully to the girl.

"Master Ariel, do you have anything to eat? I'm so hungry!"

"..."

Ariel silently retracted the arm that had turned into a white liquid. I don't want to deal with this foodie.

"Isn't this the ability of Shuborg, the slow hand who guards the Holy Tower among the ten knights of glory? How did you get here?"

The old prisoner moved his body, looked at the girl, and said strangely.

"Or, before I knew it, that fellow Schboger was already dead?"

The Tower of Sacredness, that is, the tower where the girls were previously under house arrest, only noble believers can live there.

"Lord Schoborg is still alive and well." The girl replied, "As for my abilities, I actually don't know what's going on."

"Is that so?" The old man didn't continue to dwell on this question, but stepped out of the cage and took a deep breath.

"Don't hide, why don't you come to meet my old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time?"

What! There are still people in this tower!

Cold sweat dripped down the back of the young bishop. Could it be that what I did just now was under the surveillance of others?

"Tsk tut tut."

In the dark tower, there was a man's laughter.

In the shadows, a man wearing black armor and a long sword around his waist stepped out.

He has dark brown curly hair, which looks even deeper in the darkness.

Coupled with his cynical smile, this man is extremely mysterious.

"I also said that I let you go without anyone noticing. Why did you call me out? Quina."

"Because you are different from the others, you are the only one who pleases my eyes." The old man called Quina said lightly.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. You won't lose your skills, right? The second seat of glory, blame."

"Of course, my skills won't change even if you die. After all, I'm the Black Sword, blame me."

"Do you still care about the vain titles given by the church now? This is so disappointing to me, blame."

"This is not like the man who regarded glory in his life back then."

"You must know that you were called the Eye of God back then."

"I have forgotten." The old man said slowly.

The black sword knight known as blame smiled, and slowly pulled out the saber from his waist.

"Then since you didn't cherish the opportunity of me letting you go, prepare to die here."

"Saint Thomas Quina!"

"I hope so." The old man said lightly.