Chapter 412 yun

After the matter of Monroe, the president of the Sorcerers' Association, the conversation naturally did not come to an end, because both Lance and the Pope had nothing to do.

"Okay, Lance, I've told you everything I know. As for Monroe, if you are interested, you can explore it yourself when you reach a higher level. Now that I have answered your question, should you answer my previous question? Pope's old eyes looked at Lance, and his eyes did not become cloudy because of old age, but were unparalleled in wisdom.

Lance is not interested in deceiving His Majesty the Pope. So far, the old man has not used the frightening supreme 'reading' to himself, which only shows that he has always trusted himself, but this does not mean that he can deceive him.

Some things need to be faced sooner or later, and I came here today for Cineella. He was silent for a moment, then looked up firmly and met the Pope's eyes without any fear.

"The supreme strong man who fought with Monroe in the Wizards Guild today is my friend. Her name is Cinella." Lance said word by word.

"What?! Cindella!?" This time it's the great Pope's turn not to calm down. His body moved, as if he wanted to stand up, but he was resisted. After all, it was a loss of identity and etiquette. It's just that the Pope can show such an expression and gesture, which is enough to show how strange things are.

Lance accompanied the Pope, nodded helplessly, and then spread out his hands to signal that the other party's imagination was not wrong. That's what happened.

"You...your little sister?" The Pope asked.

"Well, in fact, you should also know that she is not my own sister." Lance replied.

"Oh...oh, yes." The Pope was stunned and nodded. He is the first person of the supreme temple, the spokesperson of light, and is praised by the world as a god walking in the world. Everyone thinks that he is omnipotent and omnipotent, but in fact, he is still a man and an old man. Old people usually have a problem, which is that they don't have a good memory. His Majesty the Pope has practiced magic for many years and has already stepped into the mysterious realm of the holy level, which is naturally countless times better than ordinary old men. It's just that he needs to worry about everything in the temple. Even if it's a matter of time, it's not too much, so even if he has seen Lance's genealogy, he may not pay too much attention to it.

Some time ago, when Lance was summoned, the most important thing was to observe how he was doing. On the contrary, he really didn't pay much attention to his family*, so that some time ago, the Pope always thought that the cute little girl was the biological daughter of Quinn Rosier.

Lance did not hear the stunned and perfunctory of the boss in the light. He continued, "Cinderella was a little girl I picked up on the street half a year ago, and then she was adopted at home like a sister. I didn't know her ability until today.

"Where is she now?" After listening to the above, the Pope frowned and suddenly asked.

"She is injured." Lance did not answer the other party's questions directly.

"Oh? Hurt?"

"Well, yes, she had some injuries, and in the process of fighting against Monroe, the old wounds recurred." Lance said glanguly. Then he didn't wait for the Pope to speak, so he spoke first and said sincerely, "I'm here today, in fact, the most important thing is for her. I want to use the bright right thunder sword.

The Pope fell silent and did not refuse Lance on the spot or agree. After a long time, he asked faintly, "Where is she from?"

"Well, Lance doesn't know."

"You really don't know?" The Pope's tone suddenly became harsh.

Lance didn't say anything this time, but lowered his head and fell into silence.

The Pope nodded slowly and did not look at him, but said to himself, "For so many years since I entered the Holy Land, my divine consciousness has long covered the whole eastern continent. Therefore, if he is a new strong man on this continent, no matter where he is, he will never escape my perception. It's just a pity that since the boy of the Magician Guild broke through a few years ago, no one can take that step in the past 100 years.

Lance didn't know what the Pope wanted to say, so he could only guess that it must have something to do with what he is doing now. So he raised his head and listened carefully.

"Not to mention the Eastern Continent, even if it is the West Continent, I can feel something, but except for Saines of the Dark Parliament, there is still no newly promoted holy steps there. Interestingly, I know the older generation of holy steps, including the sea people living in the endless sea and the remote north. In the area, there are still dragons on Dragon Island. But it's a pity that among these strong men, there is no such person as Cinderila. The Pope said slowly.

Finally, he knew what His Majesty was going to say. The muscles on Lance's face couldn't help trembling and sighing in his heart that he was worthy of being the Pope. Without using 'heart reading', he could infer so many things and go back to the truth of the matter with just a little information.

Sure enough, the Pope's eyes locked himself again, and his old and majestic voice sounded again, but this time, he could not hear any emotion in it. It was completely like a supreme messenger, making a final judgment on the believers who made mistakes. Since Cinella is not a newly promoted saint, combined with her ability to compete with Monroe's momentum in the headquarters of the Magicians Guild under the circumstances of injury, which is enough to prove her practical and powerful holy power. If it's not a newcomer, it's naturally an old man. It can't come out for no reason.

Pope paused and then continued, "Roland and I are both old antiques who have lived for nearly 200 years. Among the strong in the Holy Land, they are also the oldest generation, but it's a pity that we still haven't heard of her name, so there is only one possibility that she exists, earlier than us, more A long time..."

Speaking of this, there is no need to go on, because everyone knows that he is not a human being who can be earlier than the top and longest-existing figure among the two human beings, Pope and Kensei. In this world, there are only two or three races with such a long life...

Lance did not imagine that the Pope could think that Cinderella would be a high priest or elf king of the high elves, because the elves have the most precious spring of life in the world to treat injuries or other diseases, and do not need to use the purest light power of the temple.

It's useless to say more, so it's better not to say it. But it is reasonable that Lance can't leave like this, so that he directly abandons the Pope's expectations and is even more irresponsible to Cedera, who is still in danger. So he took a deep breath, bowed down on one knee again, and said sincerely, "Your Majesty, please give me the 'bright right thunder sword'!"

"Do you know what you are doing?" The Pope finally stood up slowly and looked down at Lance.

"She is my friend, and she is a good person!" Lance said firmly.

"People?!" The Pope only asked one word.

Lance also raised his head, looked back at the eyes of the people on the stage without showing weakness, and said, "At least I think she is a human being and a good person. How can she be an evil existence if she can accept the supreme sacred power of the Light Thunder Sword?"

His sentence is reasonable, and the Pope is all doomed. But since he inferred the possible source of the man, how dare he make such a decision?

"When her injury is healed, I will definitely bring her to the temple to see you, and I will never let her leave. If you have any doubts, you can ask her in person." Lance suddenly said.

"His Majesty, please complete it!" Lance shouted again.

The figure under the light was silent for a long time and finally spit out a word. Yun!" ......