Release that Witch

Mayn stunned, and he looked at the old man in front of him and wanted to see something from the other's eyes.

However, there is a cloud inside.

His gaze is no longer as deep as he used to be, and he can pierce people's hearts. He may have the wisdom that the Pope has taught, the knowledge gained from the Holy Scriptures, but... everything is not up to the time.

His Majesty is not joking, and Mayn realizes that his journey has come to an end.

The eyes are a bit fuzzy.

He squatted again, his forehead touched the ground, and this time he did not call him up as usual, but he waited for him to complete the full set of actions before he started. "You come with me."

The guardian of the service put the pope on a cart and then pushed him to the gate of the secret area. After Mein followed, the group left the sacred temple and turned into a narrow tunnel. On the smooth stone wall, there is a glowing spar in each ten steps, and you can't see the end at first glance.

I don't know how long it took, and Mayn left the passage. The line of sight suddenly became brighter. The foot became a flat slate floor. I could see the angular wall and the chandelier hanging on the top of the ceiling. Obviously, this secret road is connected. A basement.

"We are underground in the Cathedral of the Old Holy City," probably seeing his confusion. The Pope took the initiative to say, "The structure here is exactly the same as the cathedral, but it is built upside down. I used to call it a reflection church. ”

"The underground of the cathedral?" Mayn was surprised. "I always thought there was no basement at all."

"There is no, because the two are not connected," Oberlin smiled. "Only from the underground passage of the secluded area can the place come. The roof is made up of a mixture of several slabs of thick clay and clay. wear."

“Why... how to design like this?”

"In order to keep the secret, but not to completely bury the secret," he said, "Any Pope will come to the reflection church before the throne, to witness the establishment, development and growth of the church, while keeping the church's goals in mind. ”

"Defeate the devil." Mein said.

But Oberlin didn't nod his affirmation, but sighed, "No, the child is to win God's smile."

The Archbishop yelled, "What?"

The Pope did not respond to him, but commanded the guards to move on. According to the direction of the stairs and the ramp, they should be climbing upwards. Soon the group came to a magnificent hall, and Mayn recognized it according to the familiar structure around it. It should be the prayer room of the reflection church.

The thick wooden door was slowly pushed open and made a squeaking sound. Although it seems that the Pope has not visited the hall for a long time, he did not smell the dust... Obviously there is always someone responsible for cleaning up.

"They can only send me here, then you will push me in." Oberlin said.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Mayn took the handle and pushed the Pope into the prayer room. The wooden door behind it closed again, completely separating the light from the torch. Now, only the soft glow of the indoor yellow spar is left - like the secret passage arrangement, it is evenly embedded on both sides of the wall, but the difference is that there is a huge portrait above the spar. It is vaguely remembered that the position of the frame should be exactly the opening of the window in the prayer room above the ground.

The contents of the portraits are similar, they are all bust of the characters. They are dressed in gorgeous robes, full of energy and eyes, and seem to be staring at every visitor who walks into the prayer room. And Mein saw the portrait of Oberlin's majesty in it - he was almost like a real person in the painting, staring at himself with a smile. This strange feeling made him unable to bear a chill, and the goose bumps on his back.

"Ah, you saw me." The Pope probably sensed the bishop's emotional changes. "This painting was completed six months ago. At that time, I was not as old as it is now, and it must be at least a little better to draw. But it I should have hung up after I died," he watched. "I'm really too anxious. I want to see what I look like when I hang on it."

"Your Majesty, are these..." Mayn felt dry in her throat.

"Yes, they are great pioneers, and they have served as the Pope," he whispered. "Go ahead, I will introduce you one by one."

The Archbishop listened to the brief description of His Majesty, while looking at the portraits—although they knew they were the top leaders of the church, but the inexplicable surprises still linger in their hearts. The characters in the painting are too realistic. He can't imagine what kind of techniques and dyes the painter should use to portray such a bust. Plus the bright yellow light, going far, the upper part of these portraits will gradually fall into the darkness, leaving only the half-section hole to grin at him.

Halfway through the hall, Mayn noticed that the characters in the portrait became women.

They have different looks and different clothes, but they are all beautiful and beautiful. This kind of outstanding appearance rarely appears on the face of mortals. The bishop is no stranger to this, but because of this, he feels very much. Confused and surprised. And O'Brien's Majesty seems to be unresponsive, still calmly introducing their names, tenure and merits.

These people are also the popes of the church.

The prayer room quickly came to an end.

Directly facing the central walkway of the hall is a full-length portrait of the entire wall. It hangs behind the prayer table, surrounded by glowing spar, so the picture is clearer.

Mayn swallowed and looked at the people in the painting.

When the gaze fell on the painting, he suddenly felt a slamming heart - the **** was on, how is that a woman who is absolutely unique, except for this word, it is difficult for him to find other words to describe each other. She has both a woman's sorrow and a man's fortitude, and both of them are natural and there is no conflict. The red hair is like a burning flame, and the cold sword in the hand is the frost that is extinguished. She stood up with her sword, her eyebrows raised slightly, her eyes looked down, her lips were closed, and she was not angry. Under the sharp eyes of the pair of sharps, Mayn felt like a pressure on the sea, so that he almost couldn't help but fall over the woman.

"Your Majesty, this is..."

He struggled over his head and found that Oberlin had already collapsed.

"She is the first generation of the Pope, superb, Akaris. At the same time she also has a nickname - the king of the witch."

Mayn felt a sharp jump in her heart. The previous guess was completely correct. The early pope of the church was a witch!

“Why is the founder of the church a witch?”

"Greeting to her, child, then I will let you see everything you want to know."

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