Chapter 741 The Wind and Rain is coming

"Holy Son!"

"Holy Son!"

"Holy Son!"

A team shouting slogans walked through the street in front of the window. They were men, women and several children. Without exception, they are all residents of New Rome and supporters of Pope Paul. The sinking of Natov Island proved the accuracy of Paul's metaphor with iron facts, and yesterday Paul issued another metaphor, and now the residents and residents of Florence Island are in chaos.

Even with Sauron's iron fist policy, the island is in danger of order collapse.

So now, Paul's supporters have surged, and more than 60% of the residents of Rome have become his followers. The most of them are the civilian class, but many nobles and officials have joined them, calling Paul the Son. Paul, who holds these believers, has become a force that cannot be underestimated in a short period of time, and has caused an unprecedented impact on Sauron's prestige.

There is no cold this winter, but there is a warming trend due to the hot wave of the Son of Saints.

Yafidi, dressed in plain clothes, stood calmly in front of the window and watched groups of people shuttle from the nearby streets like ants, and then converged into a crowd to the large square of the Pope's Hall.

"It's time for breakfast."

The door of the room was pushed open by a beautiful woman with long linen hair. The pale green eyes on her face reflected the thin figure of Yafidi, so a faint and imperceptible sadness flashed through the depths of her eyes.

Yafidi smiled and said, "Mina, it's getting cold. I'll take you and the children to buy some winter clothes later.

This is his wife, a gentle woman, who can always wrap his heart soaked in death and cold with her gentleness after he comes back from the war. For Yafidi, his wife Mina is more like his faith, so that he will not be lost in this troubled times and can always keep a pure land in the depths of his heart.

Mina said gently, "There are enough clothes at home and enough food. If you don't mind, I want to give the extra part to the poor children in the suburbs. They are still so small that they need more clothes to keep warm and food for the winter.

"Yes, if necessary, I will go to the city to buy some supplies and send them together."

Yafidi took her hand, and these soft and delicate palms had made a comet because of taking care of the family's daily diet, which made Yafiti's heart ache slightly. Mina was born in a lower aristocratic family, but she was more diligent and thrifty than other noble ladies. Originally, Yafidi planned to hire a few servants at home, but they were stopped by Mina.

So the wife of the Eleventh Legion chief took care of all the housework by herself, and the saved expenses were exchanged for some materials and given to the poor families on the outskirts of the city every winter to help them get through the cold winter. Over the years, she has never changed. The only thing that has changed is these hands.

When they came to the restaurant, the two boys were running around the table, and a girl sitting obediently in a chair, smiled sweetly when she saw Yafidi, and then jumped down and jumped into Yafidi's arms like a butterfly.

"Anne, stop pestering Dad, come and have breakfast."

Sitting on the side of the table, Mina smiled and said, cutting a large piece of hot bread that was being taken out of the oven into slices and divided into several plates. With salad sauce and a cup of water, it is a breakfast for a family of five. As Yafidi, such a breakfast can only be described as shabby, but Yafidi does not care at all. It is already a great happiness to sit with his family and share breakfast.

Yafidi sat on the chair with his little daughter Annie in his arms, and the two boys who were playing also sat back to their seats honestly. When one of the younger children was about to reach for bread, he slapped his brother: "Idiot, pray before dinner."

Generally, many Catholic families will thank God for food before each meal and end their prayers with "Amen", followed by a pleasant meal. Watching the eldest son secretly put a piece of bread on his sister's plate, and then the second son whispered against it, Yafidi's face was full of smiles.

Children are the future and the hope of the world.

Yafidi hopes that the three children can support each other as they do now when they grow up in the future. Mina cut a small piece of bread and sent it to her mouth. She looked at Yafidi and said, "Is that okay? I heard that because of His Royal Highness Paul, Lord Sauron called all the leaders to attend the response meeting today. Are you really not going to go?

"Lord Sauron doesn't want to see me." Yafidi smiled indifferently: "This is better. I will have more time to spend with you."

Although he is laughing, as his wife, Mina can't see the faint loss in Yafidi's eyes. She said, "It's not like you. Yafidi, the commander of the 11th Army, is always full of fighting spirit."

"Fighting spirit?" Yafidi shook his head and said, "If the world doesn't need you anymore, what's the use of fighting spirit?"

Mina hesitated for a moment and said, "Since Lord Sauron is not going to matter to you, why don't you try it at His Highness Paul's place?" Didn't you say that His Royal Highness Paul had a private contact with you the day before yesterday?

Yafidi said solemnly, "Mina, you must not mention this outside, you know?"

"I understand that I still know the importance of the matter."

"Well, that's good." Jafidi smiled bitterly and said, "His Royal Highness Paul really wants to recruit me, but as you can see, the Pope has torn his face with Lord Sauron, and there is no room for cushioning and maneuver in the middle. Now I'm still in Lord Sauron's system, and I'm at most idle at home. But if you stand on the front of His Royal Highness Paul, it's okay if His Royal Highness can replace Lord Sauron. If not, it doesn't matter if something happens to me, and it will involve you.

"What's more..." Yafidi said in a low voice, "Even if His Royal Highness Paul finally wins this power struggle, my life will not be too good. After all, I still have the mark of Lord Sauron. Even if I change to support His Royal Highness Paul, it will be difficult to be reused in the future.

"What a complicated look." Mina laughed.

"Politics is so complicated." Yafidi held her hand and said, "It's better to get out of here and stay with you than to fall into the whirlpool of two factions. In the current turbulent situation, even in Rome will always be dangerous. Your safety is more important than anything else!"

Mina looked at her husband and knew that she had made a decision, so she stopped discussing this issue with him. The topic turned to the three children. Yafidi talked and laughed, but there was always a little silence in his eyes. At this time, there was a knock on the door. Mina remembered to open the door, but pressed it for Yafidi.

"I'll do it." He said, and then walked to the door. Opening the door, there stood a man in a cloak. Don't put a letter to Yafidi and get into the nearby alley.

Yafidi opened the envelope and pulled out a note from it, which read as follows.

See you face to face, my best friend, please forgive me for not being able to meet you directly. But I still have to remind you that Lord Sauron has known about your private meeting with His Royal Highness Paul. Fortunately, you have been at home these days, so it hasn't caused him much disgust. However, he has always been suspicious, and now he is quarreling with His Royal Highness Paul.

My friend, I have a hunch that Lord Sauron will be against you. Therefore, at today's response meeting, I will strongly deny you the removal of your legion commander and let the adults deprive you of your merits, so that you will be no different from civilians. At that time, I will arrange for you, Mina and the children to leave the city.

Rome has become a place of right and wrong, and it is useless to stay. Although I don't know when we will meet in the future, no matter where you go, don't forget that you still have me as a friend!

Sine.

The signature has Sine's family seal, which is not a disguise from the seal pattern, so this letter is naturally written by Signe.

Yafidi sighed and knew that the storm he was worried about was finally coming.

"What's wrong?" Mina heard his sigh and came over and asked.

Yafidi handed the letter to her, and Mina's face changed dramatically and her body trembled slightly. Yafidi clenched her hand and apologized, "It seems that there is no way to help those poor people in the suburbs this year. Mina, pack up after breakfast, and we are ready to leave the city at any time.

"Does this have to be done?"

"I don't want to, but Sine is right. Once Sauron knows about my meeting with His Royal Highness Paul, he will not let us go sooner or later.

Mina nodded: "Well, I'll clean it up now."

Looking at his wife's back, a zero flash flashed in Yafidi's mind. He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Is this also the so-called fate?"

At night, there was a happy laugh in the Pope's mansion. The whole papal palace was so bright that it was so dazzling in the dark night that even the Pope's Hall not far away covered up the past.

In a corridor covered with a red carpet, Paul walked ahead with a smile. He was wearing a black and gold papal robe, and behind him was like a bloody cloak. A circle of white feathers around his neck added to his beauty, and the golden crown on his head made Paul a little more holy and solemn. The Pope, who held the power in his hand, was in high spirits, and the talkative knights and guards behind him witnessed his way to the peak of power.

Today, he made several speeches with the support of his followers, from theocracy to human rights, from people's livelihood to politics, all of which all insinuated Sauron's dictatorship and provoked the resentment of the people for many years. In all his speeches, Paul did not obviously involve the words attacking Sauron. The subtlety of the words made it difficult to make use of his speech. Even if Sauron got the speech, he could only jump up and down in anger, but there was nothing he could do about it.

But he was complacent, and Paul didn't forget to warn himself not to be too complacent. After all, Sauron has accumulated power for many years, and his team and background are by no means comparable to his current self. Paul knew that he could have the glory of today, and there was no perfect blow to make Natov Island disappear, which gave him the name of today's son. Generally speaking, he has no real power in this position, and it is far from enough to really bring down Sauron in the name of the Holy Son alone!

It's just that his knights and guards didn't think so. They followed Paul for many years and almost watched him grow up. And Sauron has never paid attention to Paul, the Pope, and their guards are no different from honor guards in the eyes of others. They are just decorations, not soldiers. But in recent days, Paul's popularity has soared that even the Knights soldiers who used to look down on them now have to take a detour when they see them.

The knight leader Casapa took two steps forward and walked beside Paul and waved his fist excitedly: "Your Highness, look at this. It won't be long before we can make Sauron's traitor bow down.

Paul smiled and said, "Do you really think so?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Paul suddenly had a cold face and raised his hand and shouted, "Shut up!"

The young pope has now been a little majestic, and the once immature voice has now become a little harsh, so the knights who are still talking have calmed down. Paul turned around and said in a low voice, "You all seem to be happy too early. If Sauron is just a son of the name of the Son, he can threaten his people. Then my father, who was called the savior, would not be killed by him easily! Remember, we are just taking such a small step on this road of power struggle, not even a milestone. If Sauron doesn't come, it must be a thunderbolt. If you are as excited as just now, you won't even know what's going on!"

Casapa took a cold breath at this time, and Paul's words cleared his mind. He nodded and said solemnly, "We know, Your Highness, we were so proud just now."

After the severity, Paul said softly, "Remember the words of the Lord, my knights, keep a humble heart anytime and anywhere, so that you will be invincible!"

The knight's guard replied that they no longer spoke as loudly as before, but restrained their mood, straightened their backs and followed Paul and left. Shortly after they left, a man came out of the corridor on the left. Feng touched his chin and whispered, "Soft and hard, hey, this boy is really good at it."

Then he said with a distressed face, "Well, if I had known this job was so boring, I wouldn't have agreed. Such a boring job should make Ye Liu, a naturally dull man, a sunny and handsome man like me, is about to become moldy as an unseeable protector in this papal palace. Paul, such a big man, doesn't even have a beautiful girl in such a mansion. Isn't he incompetent in that? What a pity, at a young age..."

A guard who seriously deviated from the topic has begun to viciously speculate about some private abilities of the young pope, and at this time, several faint figures appeared across the street in front of the papal palace.

They all wore hooded heads, and their faces were covered in the shadow of their hats, revealing only one chin. These people are like drunks. Everyone leaned against the corner or squatted on the ground with wine bottles in their hands, and the guards in the distance just frowned when they saw it. But they didn't approach the mansion, and the guards didn't bother to drive them away.

At this time, another drunk came from behind the alley and squatted down beside a thin man. The man lifted the brim of his hat and showed a ferocious face. His face was crossed by a scar in the middle of his nose, which could be imagined as a thrilling knife. The man's eyes showed light and asked in a low voice, "How's it going?"

"Three places in Minggang, five people..." With that, the drunkard drew a simple map on the ground. Under the cover of others, the other five people came over and stared at the map. These people are all breathless and have a gloomy feeling. They are all strong people in the underground world. Everyone has seventh-level strength, and the scar face is an eighth-order master.

They are all outlaws from Sauron, and some of the killings that Sauron was inconvenient to come forward will be handed over to them.

Paul's bedroom is here, and his knight's escort is distributed around. There are ten people in this group, but they are not much better than the guards. They are all strong and middle-time guys. Scarface sneered and said, "The location of Minggang is two places at the front door and one place at the back door. The dark whistle is distributed around the mansion, so we can choose a breakthrough. Remember to move quickly, and then..."

He spread out his palm with five pills in his palm: "After completing the task, one for each person. The toxicity is fierce, and there will be absolutely no pain. After it is done, Lord Sauron will give your family a generous pension, and I will personally supervise the distribution of this fund. Don't worry.

One of them immediately took the poison and hid it in his denture. If he breaks the medicine clothes when needed, he will immediately die of poison. In the killer industry, these people have expected such a day, but no one hesitates. Soon the pills on Scarface's hand had been divided. He gestured, and several people immediately left behind the alley. Under the cover of his companions, the guards of the government did not know how many drunks were missing across the street.

In a blink of an eye, it was late at night, and it was time for the guards on duty to change their defenses. Several knight-dressed guards came to the place of change of defense. As soon as they finished handing over, they heard something falling to the ground from the wall behind them. One of the guards walked over and the other stayed in place. But at this moment, a figure quietly touched the back guard.

The guard in front approached, but it was a stone. He kicked the stone away angrily. As soon as he turned around, he saw a pawning man standing up from behind his companion. Just as he was about to warn, his waist was cold and had been inserted by a cold dagger through the cracks in the armor on his waist. At the same time, he saw that his companion was also concocted by people. After the killer's dagger went in and out of his companion's waist many times, his companion's eyes lost color, and his own consciousness also slipped into the darkness.

After putting down the two guards, Scarface gestured, and two killers dragged them into the grass to hide them. Then the six people sneaked into the public house in the shadow through the rejection of trees and statues. At the same time, Feng yawned, stood up lazily and smiled, "It seems that the mice can't help coming out of the gutter."