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Mayne, who became the new Pope, listened quietly to the three bishops in the secret room.

In addition to the old Bishop Teflon, the two newly promoted archbishops, Soli Dahl, a valiant presiding judge who had gained great prestige during his twenty-five years in the army, and El El were from the Inquisition, and El were the adjutants of Heather, who took over the position of the former and the Court of Arbitration, respectively.

"This year, the orphans of Evil Moon and Eternal Winter have been accepted very well, and the nobles of the great cities have all turned to the Church, and the number of people who have arrived in the Old Holy City has now exceeded three times the original plan," Teflon sighed, "This is the only good news in recent times. ”

The aristocracy is like this, when they see that the situation is not right, it is easier for them to defect than to drink water. Mayne nodded, "This is only the first year, and there will be more and more in the future - if we can occupy the entire continent, we can easily fill a new city with the number of people accepted each year." ”

"I hope so," he sighed, "we've had a few large-scale attacks from evil beasts since the snow fell?"

"Six times," Solley replied.

"Six times...... More than a hundred Judgment Warriors have fallen on the defensive line," Teflon said in a heavy tone, "Ten of the Divine Punishment Army have also died, and by the coming year, the Evil Beast's attack will only become more ferocious. ”

"It's easier than fighting the devil," said El, "and though I haven't seen how powerful the devils are, the holy books seem to describe them as invincible. I said, is it really necessary to die here to the end?"

"What do you mean by that!" Solley frowned, "The gods have shown us the direction and given us the strength to turn and run away instead of sticking to our faith here?"

"Don't argue," Mayne tapped on the scepter, and El had been working with Heather for more than a decade, and had a temper tantrum. Looking at the two of them, he couldn't help but think of the old pair of Teflon and Heather, and looked at the old bishop, and saw that the latter was also looking at him, as if he had thought of the same sight as him. "Our ultimate goal is to perpetuate humanity, and there is no other way to achieve this than to defeat the enemy. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty," the two bowed their heads respectfully.

But he himself was not sure if he would be able to defeat the devil by sticking to Hermes.

Thinking of Oberline's request, Mayne felt a weight on his shoulders.

The Helldreads have appeared, and the Devil will sweep in five years, and he will witness this battle of divine will in his lifetime, and will not be able to entrust the task to the next successor, as Oberline did. Whenever he thinks about this, he has some trouble sleeping.

In fact, he also thought of leaving himself a way back. After devouring Garcia's Blacksail fleet, he did not order the ships to be burned and all the rebels publicly hanged, but imprisoned them all. With the exception of a few leaders and a large number of substitutes from the slums, most of the sailors are now in the harbor of Eternal Winter, guarded by their most reliable men.

If the line of defense is completely lost, the fjord is the last place of refuge - even if retreating to the Straits Islands means that there is no chance of recovering from the strait, at least for the rest of his life.

After all, humanity has tried its best to try twice and failed to defeat its opponent, haven't they?

Mayne didn't listen much to the ensuing discussion about how the church should develop next and stabilize the wolf's rule, and when the three of them finished discussing, he replied absentmindedly, "Just do as you say, and that's the end of today's meeting." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. The three bishops stood up and saluted.

Mayne left the chamber and walked towards the Privy Quarter, accompanied by the guards.

According to the plan, a new batch of judgment troops will be transformed into divine punishment troops today, and this is the focus of his concern. Whether holding out or retreating, these powerful samurai were the greatest guarantee that their orders would be carried out.

But before that, he has an extra headache to deal with.

Stepping up a stone staircase, Mayne entered the Privy Council and turned into the prison corridor in the middle of the Organ. The last time I was here, it was for the secret execution of King Wimbledon III of the Grey Keep.

The corridor was still cold, with the burning torches on both sides glowing dimly yellow, and the end of the aisle was dark and swarthy, like an entrance to the bottomless abyss. Many people were imprisoned and could not leave the place until they died.

Mayne walked over to room eighty-five and motioned for the guards to open the door.

The screeching of the heavy wooden door screeched against the dead silence, but as the door was closed again, all screams were silenced.

Through the iron railing, he saw the figure of Jieluo.

The Pure was facing away from the entrance, naked, with his hands cuffed to the iron bars above his head, and he had to stand on tiptoe to reach the ground. There were dozens of bright red whip marks on his fair back, and the blood that flowed down had coagulated.

"What does it taste like to be whipped by the tribunal?" asked Mayne, "I hope this will give you an idea of compliance." ”

"Uh-huh......" Jie Luo moaned lowly, as if she had woken up from a dream, and tilted her head slightly, "It turns out that the Pope has come down." Do you mean obedience to you, or do you mean to be respectful to the other bishops?"

Her slightly flirtatious tone made Mayne's brow furrow, but the thought that she was now under the crown of the Pope, very different from the previous bishop, suppressed the unhappiness in her heart. After this lesson, she should also understand that she now has the right to kill her, "to obey my orders." When I ask you to assist other bishops in their tasks, you must obey their commands. ”

"Is that so?" she said noncommittally, "and since you ask for it, I will do it." ”

"Uncuff her," Mayne commanded the guard.

After a long period of suspension, her hands were almost dislocated, hanging limply, and she seemed to have no strength. The Pope lifted her garment with his scepter and threw it on her shoulder, "I have a task for you to do, come with me." ”

Jieluo put her clothes in front of her, and followed him out of the corridor of the prison without care.

"The Evil Moon is likely to last for five months this year, and it will be a formidable challenge for the Holy City, and even more so for the other places affected by the Evil Moon," Mayne walked to the end of the Facility, through the narrow iron barrier, and once again to the Lifting Cage, where he had been busy with all the affairs of the Church since his coronation as Pope, and was now the first time he had set foot in this place as the ruler. "I order you, along with the other Pure Ones, to go to the Kingdom of Greykeep and take advantage of the chaos caused by this heavy snow to destroy the rebels Tifeco Wimbledon and Roland Wimbleton, understand?"

The cage door closed, and there was a clatter of winches turning overhead, and the cage began to slowly descend, but he didn't hear the other party's answer.

Damn, it seems that this whipping hasn't taught her to be obedient, Mayne turned around with a calm face, only to see the corners of Jieluo's mouth raised, and her eyes flashed with danger.

Then a ghostly light rushed towards him.

. (To be continued.) )