Pope Behind the Scenes

At ten o'clock in the evening, in the Sistine Chapel, the cardinals intend to hold the last elections of the evening.

If the election this evening has not yet selected a candidate for the Grand Priest, then tomorrow will continue, and all the cardinals will be arranged to rest in their closed secret rooms.

In the past three days, the outside world is gradually reducing their food intake. The breakfast has also changed from omelette, bread, jam and water to omelette and a small piece of toast now.

Clear water is enough.

Purely boiled spinach and carrots for dinner, these cardinals are like rabbits in captivity.

It is estimated that there will be only one boiled egg per person for breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Crack!" There was a sound of the copper lock being opened.

The bronze doors of the Sistine Chapel were slowly opened from the outside.

The faces of the three electors were a little ugly. The chief elector, Bishop East, hurried to the door. Almost all the cardinals were looking at the door.

The door of the Sistine Chapel is not allowed to be opened unless the Grand Priest has been elected.

Unless the smoke coming out of the chimney is white, people from the outside can open the bronze door, and then the cardinal group will tell the outside world who the high priest is.

For a brief moment, they thought it was because the electoral officer had mistaken the white powder for the black powder when he was using the powder in the fireplace.

This makes the outside world mistakenly believe that the great priest has been elected and can open the door.

However, Bishop East clearly knew that he had never done this before.

"The Pope's Chamberlain? What are you planning to do? The election is not over yet. You rashly opened the bronze door. How should we explain it to the outside world?"

The Pope's chamberlain, Luke Fergus, looked at Bishop East and the other two electoral officers solemnly and said, "There is naturally a way to explain to the outside world. The grand priest has not been elected for three days. I believe that there must be something wrong with your progress. ."

He lowered his voice and continued, "His Majesty Xiufien doesn't want to wait any longer, so he appointed a candidate for the Grand Priest, and now they have gone to pick up the new Grand Priest."

The three electoral officers looked at each other in dismay, I really did not expect things to develop like this.

"Who became the Grand Priest?" Bishop East asked anxiously.

Everyone present wanted to know which religion the high priest was from.

"He was a priest before," the Pope's chamberlain said solemnly.

Immediately, the people of the Holy Bishop were very excited. It was obvious that this was Father Brewster. Sure enough, the Pope still regarded Father Brewster very highly.

Although they disliked the old people's process of electing the great priests, but in the end, the Holy Bishop won the election this time.

Seeing the happy expressions of the Holy Bishops, the Pope's Chamberlain pouted, "Before, he was just a little-known person! That's not Father Brewster. After all, he is a demon hunter, and he is quite famous."

This time, the people of the three religions were quite silent. Did the Pope really directly make an ordinary priest a great priest?

But before leaving, the Pope's Chamberlain remembered something and explained, "I'm sorry to say wrong, he is a priest!"

Xinguang teaches everyone "..."

Seven o'clock the next morning.

South of Kyiv, the capital of Ukraine.

'Vasya Petrovich', who did not know that he had become a party to the current global attention on the high priest election, was awakened by a quarrel between a taxi-professional father and a rich second-generation young man outside the window.

The reason is that the sports car of the rich second-generation young man blocked his father's taxi, which caused his father to be unable to get out of the car.

And Vasya's father's unpleasant and commanding tone at first made the rich second generation very uncomfortable, so he would rather not give up his position.

Looking at the alarm clock on the head of the bed, the lazily priest suddenly woke up.

This morning he also went to the Purdue community to help a family rebuild their homes after a fire broke out.

The family was a believer in his church, and the family of four went to Mass every Monday.

When Vasya heard that their house was on fire, he asked the rest of the believers to help make donations, hoping to help their family get through the difficulties.

There are even believers who are willing to help them build a house. Since the family did not insure the house, all losses must be borne by them.

It was agreed to meet at 7:50, and it was already 7:00 when he opened his eyes.

Fifty minutes to travel, even if he didn't eat breakfast, it would be late to start now.

"Mom, can you help me iron my regular clothes? I didn't hang him up last night because I had to go to the hospital to help. When I got home, I tucked him directly on the sofa in the room. Now all the clothes are noir clothes. , and I'm in a hurry or I'll be late."

Vasya smiled and hoped that his mother could do this little favor.

"My dear, Pastor Vasya Petrovich, have you actually thought about it, your mother... this poor, old and beautiful woman in front of you is already very tired, why didn't you come to this old house last night Here, help her prepare dinner, or take care of the housework.

Can you make it easier for the old woman in front of you? "

"Uh... Mom, people in the hospital can be a matter of life and death."

"So do I deserve to be exhausted? If the Lord knows that your mother is exhausted, how should you respond?"

"Okay, where's the iron, I'll iron it myself, I won't have breakfast, is there any coffee?"

Vasya's father sat at the dining table with his arms around his shoulders. "I'm sorry, I just rushed my own."

Vasya sighed, which showed that the cautious father was not in a good mood today.

Sure enough, he kept saying, "The boy upstairs is so domineering because his father is a rich man.

Although I don't expect my son to be so good, at least he has to stand up for me when I quarrel with others.

Even if I'm not your dad, you should stand up when you see an old man being bullied by a young man! "

Vasya said helplessly, "Dad, I am a priest."

The other party straightened his neck and gave him a disdainful look, "Oh yes, so all of this is my fault. Did I let that kid block my car?"

"But you scolded him badly. You were about to scold him and cry, and the other party moved away."

"Then am I guilty? When you go to church today, if I pass by, do I have to go in and let you hear my confession?"

"The priest is only enlightenment, you should repent to the Lord."

"So you really think I'm guilty?" My father's temper was a little off.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Vasya shook his head and said, "Okay, I have a lot of things to do today, and I'm in a hurry. Where is my mother's iron, I'll iron the clothes myself."

"Katyusha help your uncle get the iron!" Vasya's mother shouted beside her.

Katyusha is the child of Vasya's sister, who was also divorced and lived with her daughter in their parents' old house.

It's just that she's a flight attendant so she doesn't come home very often.

A family of five lived in this old house.

And this house was still in the Soviet period, in order to recognize the master of Vasya as an excellent medical researcher, the government housing award was carried out.

Maybe in those days old houses and residential areas were luxurious, but now thanks to the uneven housing prices in this country, houses in the most suburban areas, especially the former government incentive properties, are now worthless.

The facilities are old-fashioned, and Guang Vasya's father has complained more than once that this community should be repaired.

But anyway as a thirty-two-year-old adult still huddled with his parents, as a church pastor, albeit without a salary.

But Vasya's parents always believed that 'the believers who accept them are of course obligated to feed them. ’

rather than staying at home.

The money that the faithful donate to the church includes the living expenses of the priest, but Vasya is a very conscious person. He is only the part of himself that he needs. How many times his father has euphemistically mentioned that he can get more from the donated money. take a portion.

Churches are taking the risk, especially after so much has happened with a new pope, people are giving more money.

But he never took more.

Even his niece looked down on this uncle who was too upright and rigidly loyal to his beliefs, but she still helped bring the iron.

"Here!" The sixteen-year-old girl handed the iron to Vasya.

"Thanks, but I should iron my clothes after going to the toilet, I'll fix it soon..."

Then he saw his niece Katyusha entering the bathroom very rudely, ignoring Vasya's request.

How to say, he is more redundant in this family.

Moreover, Katyusha took up the bathroom for a long time, which made him rush to make coffee while squeezing in time to iron his clothes.

After the uniform was finished, Katyusha came out slowly from the inside.

Vaxia, who was quite uncomfortable, ran in in a hurry, and outside was the laughter of his parents and niece.

Vasya was accustomed to it, that was his life... but he was content.

At least for the brief few minutes in the bathroom it was his.

Parents and nieces can ridicule their son and uncle for being a very useless adult who only knows his loyalty to the Lord.

But those who have no faith, or who have faith but don't give their best, are a bit sad, this is Vasya's idea.

He picked up the magazine on the left and wanted to look it up, but there was a very rhythmic knock on the door. If it was his father, he would ignore Vasya who was in the bathroom. He would just rush in and wash his hands. Or shave, not shy at all.

Mom and Katyusha slammed on the door very rudely, not as polite as they are now, which made Vasya wonder if there were guests at home.

At this time, I heard my father's very humble voice outside the door, and gently shouted, "Dear son, a guest has come to look for you at home."

"Well, this kind of trick is really boring, do you think it's funny, you filthy old man, why don't you let Mom say it, maybe I'll believe half of her words." Vasya still stared at the magazine, sitting in the seat The toilet didn't even look up.

Mom stood outside the door and said, "Son, come out quickly, there are really important guests who want to see you."

"Hehe, if it was Katyusha, I would definitely not play such a boring trick with you."

"Uncle, there are really important guests visiting, I promise."

Vasya "…

How could you push Katyusha to play such a boring game? "

After finishing everything, he came out of the bathroom, but saw the parents and niece in front of him fighting in a very nervous line.

This puzzled Vasya.

"Hello Pastor Vasya!"

At this time he heard a very magnetic male voice greeting him, and he turned his head and stood opposite a group of priests with serious expressions.

At this time, Vasya was still wearing blue and white striped shorts and a white T-shirt.

This made him feel a little ashamed of the group of priests who suddenly appeared in front of him, but he was a priest from the Xinguang Sect and wondered why a priest from the Holy Bishop or St. Itami would come to the door.

"Uh? Have we met? Why do I think you look familiar?"

Vasya asked the leading priest opposite.

Brewster smiled, "I'm sorry, let me introduce myself first. My name is Brewster Anderson, and I'm from the Holy See headquarters in Guernsey."

The name Brewster hummed like thunder in Vasya's mind.

Father Brewster, one of the most legendary priests in the Holy See recently, hunted a demon and wounded the legendary Baphomet goat demon.

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He is a hot young man in the Holy See.

And the other party is more than ten years younger than Vasya. If you just look at his appearance, Father Brewster is only in his early twenties, and Vasya is already thirty-two years old.

However, even if the other party is young, he is also a well-known big figure in the Holy See.

Vasya speculated that if the bishop of this diocese knew that Father Brewster was here, he would be so nervous that the fat on his body kept shaking and trembling.

No wonder the parents and Katyusha were so nervous.

"Ahem, Father Brewster, what's the matter?"

Brewster's expression turned serious, and the corner of his mouth put on a smile again and said, "Congratulations, Your Excellency, you have become the new high priest, the Pope's deputy, and the top leader of the administration of the three religions."

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At the same time in the 'Old East' region south of Turkmenistan.

A group of young people are digging the ground in an abandoned religious building.

The sluggish national economy makes some poor people always come up with some extreme solutions for money.

For example, digging to search for some of the country's ancient historical relics to sell.

And some Muyi religious abandoned buildings, there will always be some unexpected things.

Sometimes even a bottle full of patina can be bought for a good price, allowing a family of three to splurge for a month.

And this abandoned religion is in a rather barren Gobi. For this country, the yellow sand and the Gobi Desert are the most natural scenery.

Three young men with chapped lips have been digging here for two days and have found nothing but a few worthless gadgets.

One of them shoveled heavily towards the ground in disappointment, but this time they heard the sound of copper and iron clashing, which immediately made the three of them very happy.