Real Name God

Qiong An couldn't help recalling the scene when the Pope issued a secret order to him-it happened half a month ago.

One peaceful morning, Canaan was once again bathed in brilliant sunshine. If you look from the sea, you can see towering lighthouses and ships perching on the shore, and the towering shadows of the outer walls of the sacred city are reflected in the waves. On the sparkling sea.

With the start of the new day's Mass, the roar of a giant bell resounded in the sky.

The bells came one after another, passing over the heads of all kinds of people. It passes through the prosperous port, through the streets and alleys, through the statue of the Supreme King standing in the center of Saint League Square, through the Champs Street and the residences of the sacred nobles, all the way to the Pope's Hall. ......

Joan Borgia hurriedly walked along the marble brick road.

Beside him are two clear water pools, reflecting the dazzling clear light in the sunlight. The water spray device sprays refreshing water mist around; beside the pool, a few white pigeons are strolling leisurely, pecking at grain particles on the ground. When Mr. Bishop passed by, the startled pigeon flapped its wings and flew from him, and the white feathers dangled from the water surface in the air.

The destination is ahead. This time the pontiff personally summoned it, and the situation was urgent, and the young bishop had to rush from Feilengcui to meet him.

The urban structure of Canaan is very complex, with small roads and endless rivers everywhere, like a dense cobweb, covering the mountains and the port.

This is because the layout of the city is divided according to different families and surnames, as well as their imprints and status in the history of the covenant; while ordinary people, businessmen, tourists and believers from other places all gather in residences Near the port, like ant nests built on the ground everywhere.

And the closer to the center of the city, the wider the residential area belonging to the priests and nobles, and some places can even be called "empty". In the entire city of Canaan, the largest area is the building complex at the foot of the Holy White Mountain, which occupies almost half of the eastern part of the city. It is called the "Great Sanctuary" by outsiders.

Of course, strictly speaking, the real sanctuary is located underground in the city.

The place has never been open to the outside world. Although people know its existence, no one can approach it. In people's imagination, the Great Sage is a more secret place than the heretical court. That's why there are various rumors circulating.

On the ground, it is the main church of St. Anthony—the so-called "main church", that is, the church where the orthodox bishop of a certain diocese is located, which generally means the core of power of the Holy See here.

St. Anthony’s Cathedral is located in the center of Canaan City, where the bishop of the diocese who is responsible for daily teaching affairs works here. There are more than 100 priests supported here, and tens of thousands of believers enter and leave here every day.

However, due to the existence of the complex of buildings built on the mountain behind it, even this building with a long history, with a magnificent vermilion octagonal dome, handed down murals left from the Revival and other art treasures, is in comparison. Looks eclipsed.

——Because, the "Papacy Hall", the highest authority of the Holy See, is here.

"Master Borgia..."

"Your Excellency."

"Hello, Lord Borgia."

Anyone he met on the road would take the initiative to bow respectfully and greet him. No one would be willing to offend a big man who is only one step away from the Holy See.

When Qiong An was only the illegitimate child of the Borgia family, some people publicly slandered him and expressed unnecessarily slanderous opinions; some were kind or enthusiastic to him and taught him how to survive here, this was for investment purposes; And more people choose to ignore him when he does not exist. Of course, occasionally someone will really help him out of pure kindness and compassion...

Now, all the humiliation experienced in the past has disappeared. Those under the cardinals can only please him.

With a gentle smile on his face, he nodded in return.

Qiong An doesn't hate this kind of thing, but enjoys it.

Because this is a proof-he has never forgotten his life. It is precisely because the memory of sadness, anger, and self-pity is so deep that it still entangles his heart, so after interacting with reality, he can feel a sense of intoxication; a kind of power and control A wonderful experience of your own life.

This does not make the young cardinal immersed in it, it will only make him more sober.

He knew what he wanted and knew better than anyone else.

Qiong An saw groups of monks walking into the side hall surrounded by crosses and idols.

...So that's it, resurrection day will be in a few days. He thought that on that day, the whole city would be in a carnival atmosphere.

Without squinting his eyes, he walked straight to the front door.

Two white-robed monks stood at the entrance of the hall, holding long ceremonial sticks in their hands.

They are different from others, with expressionless faces, like two frozen sculptures. After seeing Qiong An approaching, he nodded slightly.

One of them left the place. Under his leadership, Qiong An walked through the layers of corridors. On both sides are huge classical oil paintings left by skilled painters. UU reading www.uukanshu.com tells how people wear under the guidance of the saints. Breaking through layers of difficulties and obstacles, finally came to the promised land and established the story of Canaan City.

Finally, they finally came to the interior of the temple.

There, Qiong An saw that person's back.

...

The cyan marble floor is paved with enamel and agate, the walls are inlaid with gems and carved with a large number of intricate patterns, and the round dome is pure and clean.

Sunlight penetrated through the gorgeous glass tens of meters above the head, casting a faint shadow on the smooth and shiny ground.

And in the center of the hall, there is only one altar that is not large. It was covered with white linen cloth and placed with silver candlesticks. A dozen dark yellow candles were lit on the candlestick.

The candlelight swayed slightly in the breeze. Standing in front of the altar was a man in a white robe.

"You are here, Joan."

The plainly dressed man turned his head slightly.

He is not tall, neither thin nor strong. Judging from his face, he is a middle-aged man about fifty years old.

The man in the white robe has gray hair and weather-beaten face, but there is no sign of aging.

The temperament that he revealed in his gestures, and at the same time the profound knowledge of the wise and the majesty of the king. In those deep blue pupils that were exactly like Qiong An, the divine light converged and was as deep as the sea.

"Yes."

After the guarding monks left, Qiong An put a hand on his chest, knelt down on one knee, lowered his head, and acted meticulously and respectfully.

"Under the protection of my lord, I wish you happiness forever."

"Get up."

This person is the supreme power of the Holy League-Pope, Saint Leo IV.

At the same time... is also his biological father.