The Pope was speechless, this young man is really difficult to deal with, his reputation is not good, so what does he want? Wealth? He has long been rich enough to rival the country, and moving a mountain of gold will not satisfy his appetite. www.biquge.info The Holy See is not a Moulin Rouge, there are only saints and old nuns at the moment, and when they think of the saints, the old man's eyes inadvertently fell on Joan of Arc and began to beat her mind......

"Is dinner ready, where are you going to eat?" Ye Fan shouted, he already knew the Pope's intentions, which was equivalent to seeing the opponent's hole cards, and the next battle would be completely controlled by him.

"This way, please go this way!" the Pope himself led the way, inviting the group to the table.

The dining place is behind the Sistine Chapel, where you can see a huge oil painting.

"Yo, old man, this is the last supper? Are you calculating, if I don't agree to your request, let us eat this meal like the person in the painting?" Ye Fan put one hand behind his back and pointed to the oil painting with the other.

"Make no mistake about it, sir, this painting has been around for ten centuries and is a copy of the Italian painter Maria. "We often remind ourselves that we must not lie before Christ, even when we are eating," said the Pope, with a smile. You may be seated. ”

The long table and the oil painting behind it are almost a mold, with a white cloth on top, and a candlestick hanging above the main hall illuminates the space.

"Since you are sitting at the table, you have to tell the truth, old man Pope, tell me, how do you plan to negotiate with the Council of Elders? Do you want the shroud back?" Ye Fan and the Pope sat down next to each other, the little nun sat on the other side of the Pope, and Lu Qingyu and the others sat down in turn along Ye Fan's right hand.

"We would like to be able to come back if we can, but on this point, Your Excellency, the Council of Elders must be opposed. ”

"And you're still talking about?"

"If Your Excellency is on the side of the Holy See, I believe that the Presbyterian Council may make concessions. "The Pope has expressed his wish, and here, as a believer in Jesus, one cannot lie, or else he will be no different from Judas, a traitor.

"Hehe, the topic is back to square one, why should I favor you Vatican? Don't forget, the blood clan and you have been incompatible mortal enemies in the long history of more than 2,000 years! If you want me to see, even if you are cheaper, I think that the Jews of the Presbyterian Church are more reliable than you, at least they dare to risk their lives to preach in the Vatican. ”

The Pope was speechless again, this is also the truth, why should people help you, the former enemy?

"Ye Fan, are you really unwilling to make a move? The Vatican is already in jeopardy, the Presbyterians have infiltrated here, religious wars will be inevitable, do you want to see Europe repeat the mistakes of the Middle Ages and be devastated?" Joan of Arc's small face was full of sadness.

"As long as there is peace in Asia, I don't care about wars elsewhere. Ye Fan shook his head, unmoved.

"Your Excellency, a local war will turn into a world war, and this is a historical law that can be followed! Think about it, the Asian region is not very peaceful, and if there is a religious war in Europe, the butterfly effect will inevitably affect your country.

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