Prison Refining Soul

Wedge

In the Vatican, the main hall of the Basilica of Light bathed in the sun looks majestic and dignified. From time to time, there are godfathers in various Catholic clothes coming and going on the wide square. After believers of all colors come to the square, they kowtow step by step to show their respect for God Jesus.

And behind the Holy Light Cathedral, there is a chapel in an inconspicuous corner that does not attract attention at all. From the outside of the church, the mossy wall seems to be composed of huge blue stones, and the mottled surface on the blue stone seems to tell people about the ruthlessness of time, no Some people know how long this chapel has been here. It seems that this conversation has appeared here since the Vatican had written records.

At this time, in this secluded church, two gray-haired old people knelt quietly on the ground and prayed softly to the portrait of the Son Jesus on the wall. The speed of the two was surprisingly consistent. If they didn't stand in front of them, I'm afraid no one would hear that the prayer was said by two people at the same time. .

After praying, the old man who seemed to be slightly older stood up first. After he stood up, another younger old man slowly stood up from the ground. If Chen Chen Chen was here, he would definitely recognize him. This young old man was the owner in blue that he met at Ye Xin's birthday party not long ago. Teach Lamore, and in this world, the next pope can compete for the godfather of Lamore. Those who know a little about the Catholic ranking will know that the kind-hearted old man is naturally the current pope, and no one expected that the pope, who is already in a semi-retired state, would appear. Here it is.

"Godfather Lamore, what happened last time?" The Pope went to the stone window beside him, looked at the ancient trees outside, and asked Lamore softly.

Although the Pope was only wearing an ordinary godfather's robe at this time and did not wear the red Phnom Penh godfather robe for the Pope, the Pope was still as tall as the ancient tree outside the window in Lamore's eyes. Although the Pope looked only a few years older than Lamore, Lamore knew that this The Pope has been working for at least 200 years, that is to say, the Pope is more than 200 years old, which seems a little incredible for ordinary people, but it is nothing for the core personnel whose average age is about 150 years old.

Lamore knows that if the current pope doesn't want to retreat, he can still sit in this seat for a hundred years, and no one dares to peep at this position. This is why Lamore, who is living outside, has to show an extremely respectful look after seeing the Pope.

"No! I checked Altolia Xin, the daughter of Altolia Bass, a few days ago, but the fluctuations in her body are not what you told me before! And the other young members of the Altolia family are not even four-star, and there is no way to explore them!" Lamore replied respectfully behind the Pope.

"How can this be? It is reasonable that the holy word of the coming of the Son will never go wrong. Will it be inaccurate this time?" The Pope was obviously stunned, and the words from the Pope's mouth couldn't help but make Lamore behind him sweat coldly. I'm afraid there is no one but the Pope who dares to question the Holy Son's Word.

"In this case, you should send more people to supervise any possible person. This matter is of great importance to my teaching, and there must be no mistakes!" After saying that, the Pope waved to Lamore to indicate that he could go out.

Seeing that the Pope no longer wanted to talk, Lamor had to salute the Pope and turned away. Lamore had no clue about this matter. The Altolia family has existed in this world for thousands of years. It is not to supervise all their children. An easy thing, Lamore walked out of the slightly gloomy cathedral with a wry smile.

"The sword of victory, since your secret has been exposed, why hide in the east!" After Lamore left, the current pope stood under the window for a long time before turning his head and saying to himself that the holy face was completely destroyed by a trace of evil.