bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 252 Bota's Work

"Master Chief, please pay attention to the steps."

Go straight along the passage behind the main prayer hall, and there is an inconspicuous confession room. In the middle is an incarnation of the god that can be seen everywhere in West Asia. The man who symbolizes the image of the god is holding the Holy Grail, surrounded by his followers. outstretched hand that longs for redemption.

A young man called "Diligence" led the way with a candlestick in his hand, and Gascon followed behind him, looking almost like a king.

"Jusapei, what's the reaction from Simeng?"

Gascohen spoke abruptly, and the young man named Giuseppe did not look back, and stated in a flat tone: "According to the observations of the scouts, the Simeng people have not assembled a large army, and most of the people sent to the mountains are cannon fodder." Just the militia."

"yes……"

Gascon nodded, this was the result he could have expected.

But time is not on the side of West Asia. Although the unified domestic statement may be that traitors in West Asia assassinated or abducted the Grand Duke, the core high-level executives are very clear that Tilda has not really died yet.

For West Asia, this was a major strategic failure.

But things have already happened, and it is impossible and unrealistic to launch an all-out war against Simeng regardless of the consequences. Besides, the church has more important things to do right now.

"When the remnants of the Grand Duke's residence are removed, the life and death of the saint will not matter."

As Giuseppe spoke, he raised his hand and groped around the statue of the God Lord's incarnation. After touching a certain place on the base, he tapped lightly, and there was a clicking sound of the mechanism.

The heavy stone statue turned slowly, and with the sound of grinding discs between the huge stones, a deep entrance suddenly appeared in front of Giuseppe and Gascon.

"Master Chief, please."

Giuseppe stood at attention and bowed his head, raising his hand to make way for a passage.

Gascon smiled and walked slowly into the deep entrance of the underground palace.

red.

The walls shone with scarlet light, and the air exuded a sweet smell. A huge high-backed chair was located in the center of this underground secret room. On the seat padded with dark red velvet, sat a A skinny old man.

It almost looked like a dead person. If he hadn't muttered something angrily, everyone would have thought that this skinny old man had been dead for a long time.

Against the edematous but lacking muscle skin, the age spots on his face looked like horrific corpse spots.

Gascon walked up to the high-backed chair and bowed his head respectfully:
"Your Majesty, are you all right?"

no answer.

Pope Bailves, the nominally highest religious leader of the Catholic Church.

For the people, His Majesty the Pope has been sick for too long, and his health has long been part of the people's daily prayers.

But at this moment, the king of religion, who was supposed to stomp his feet and shake the country, just sat on the tall pope's chair without any reaction.

"Bishop Gasconn reports to you that after a fair vote by nine bishops, I was elected by other colleagues as the head of the State Church Knights out of trust. Please allow me to expect your blessing without authorization."

Gascohen said disapprovingly, took a step forward and grabbed the Pope's thin and weak wrist, slapped it on his shoulder, and said with a smile on his face: "Ah, thank you, thank you for your blessing and trust, Pope His Majesty."

The Pope's hand slid from Gascon's shoulder like a dead squid tentacles, and his old throat murmured half-deadly:

"Hannah...Han...na..."

"Hannah?"

Gascon bowed his head: "Oh, please don't be sad, our beloved chaste knight, Sister Hannah, unfortunately died, and died tragically at the hands of our enemies."

After he finished speaking, the corpse-like Pope finally reacted a bit. Like an old machine, he raised his head slowly and laboriously. His pupils, which had already been muddy like cotton wool, were puzzled. He looked at Gascon in front of him cautiously:
"O...du...?"

"Odu?"

Gascon sneered ferociously: "Your Temperance Knight Odu was brutally captured. Even if he is not dead now, I am afraid his time will be numbered."

As if taking time to understand what Gascon said, Pope Bellevues stared at the floor motionless, and an ugly and hoarse voice was painfully squeezed out of his throat like a cry.

"Tilda...save them...Tilda..."

"Tilda?!"

Gascon exaggeratedly showed a painful expression: "Our saint is either dead or about to surrender to the enemy. No one will be saved. Do you understand! My Majesty!"

His movements became a little frenzied, and he grabbed the smelly and dirty cassock wrapped around Pope Bellevues, and shouted with excitement and paranoia: "No more! The church has nothing! We can only ourselves Save yourself, do you understand?!"

Obviously, the current Pope Bailves could no longer understand such a statement.

Like a demented old man, he showed great pain and incomprehension on his face, and finally shrank back into the depths of the pope's chair timidly, returning to his original appearance, repeating the words of Hannah and Odu repeatedly as if mourning name.

"Tsk."

Gascon curled his lips in disdain, stood up straight, lifted his right leg, and kicked the tall pope chair in front of him.

With a bang, the pope's chair turned. It turned out that there was a huge rotatable stone plate connected to the bottom of the tall seat. With Gascon's kick, the heavy solid plate turned, exposing the back of the pope's chair.

It was the chairs sitting back to back on the other side.

It is exactly the same as the pope's chair, sharing the tall chair back in the middle.

The difference is that there is a little boy sitting on this chair.

Porta.

His abdominal cavity has been cut open from the middle, and the muscles and blood vessels are like tangled branches and roots, wrapped around some metal objects and fixed in the wound of his abdominal cavity, and the entire seat is filled with blood gurgling and oozing from his abdominal cavity .

Bota's complexion was extremely pale due to excessive blood loss. Let alone a child, such blood loss is enough for an adult to die two or three times.

What was entangled and held together by flesh and blood in his abdominal cavity was the Holy Grail that Gascon held in his hand.

"Didn't you say you're ready?"

Gascon frowned, and his face became much uglier. He turned and looked at the "diligent" Giuseppe behind him, with a clear tone of blame.

"Already prepared."

Giuseppe answered meticulously. Before Gasconn could ask any more questions, he took a few steps forward to a cage deep in the room, kicked open the top cover of the iron cage, and reached out to fish out A thick iron chain for the wrist:

"This carrier needs a little help, please."

The iron chain was handed to Gascon, and at the other end, a naked woman with a metal collar tied around her neck was lifted out of the cage by Giuseppe and placed on the ground. sobbing.

Hearing this sound, Bota, who was already "dead" on the chair, opened his eyes.

"Mother……"

Gascohen's eyes lit up, and he grinned: "Ah, the belief in wanting to save my mother! So you are the carrier?"

He changed the iron chain on his right hand to his left, gently rubbed Bota's hair, grabbed his weak palm again, bowed his head and kissed lightly on the back of his hand:
"It's touching, the new Lord Son, I assure you, as long as you stick to this belief in saving your mother, my lord will eventually come to you."

"Soon, soon."

(End of this chapter)