The old driver of the infinite world

Chapter 127 The Lost God

Van Helsing World, Vatican, St. Peter's Basilica.

The archbishop in red walked in a hurry, his face was full of anxiety. He had always dealt with everything calmly all his life, and the Holy See was also under his care. Everything seemed to be in order. This happens only twice.

Once when I awakened the Holy Light, I was so happy that I carried myself away.The other happened during the succession ceremony of the current pope. Before the succession ceremony began, the pope was unwilling to succeed, so he ran away from home and disappeared.And now it's the third time.
On that day, the Holy See used almost all its hands to find the Pope before he left Rome.
The archbishop walked through several corridors and came to a magnificent palace, but two personal attendants of the Pope stopped him.

One of them said with a blank face: "Your Excellency the Archbishop, it is time for the Pope to go to bed now."

The archbishop gave him a serious look, "I have a very important matter to report to His Majesty the Pope. If this matter is not resolved soon, I guarantee that no one will be able to sleep peacefully in the future."

"But." The attendant was about to continue to stop, but was interrupted by a gentle voice.

"Uncle Kinnett? Come on in, I'm bored to death"

Hearing this, the attendant had no choice but to open the door.

Archbishop Kinnet in red arranged his clothes, trying to make himself look more formal, and then walked into the palace.

When passing by the attendant, he whispered: "This is the 520th time you have stopped me, I will mark it down."

The attendant looked at the archbishop speechlessly, and said weakly, "But it didn't work even once, did it?"

"Slick tongue, when you change the guard, I will transfer you to feed the horses!" the archbishop said indifferently.

"I can't ask for it!" The attendant said in a low voice with a smile on his face.

The archbishop glanced at him and didn't blame him. Who asked everyone to put such an incomprehensible pope on the table!After sighing lightly, he slowly walked into the bedroom.

In the splendid and rich room, I saw an elegant and handsome young man, wearing loose and wrinkled white pajamas, sitting on a chair made of gold without any image, and at the same time, he put a big hairy leg on the expensive on the coffee table.

The young man took a sip of the precious wine glass, then raised his glass and said playfully to the archbishop, "Oh, my dear Uncle Kinnett, would you like a drink?"

Archbishop Kinnett stepped forward to salute, then looked at the invisible pope with black lines all over his head, and said helplessly: "Your Majesty, I have told you many times, although this is in your bedroom However, we must maintain the glorious image of the leader of the Holy See at all times."

The young man looked at the archbishop and said, "I have said it many times, in my bedroom, I would prefer you to call me Lorge." After that, he drank the wine in the glass .

Seeing this scene, the archbishop drew a triangle in front of him with his hand, and then said helplessly: "Okay! My little Lorge, although our religious rules allow drinking, you should remember God's instruction and never get drunk. ,Understand?"

The young man filled the glass with a jug, and laughed at himself: "Oh, our doctrine only has this benefit. You can't even marry a wife. I'm already 28. I...I don't want to die alone."

Archbishop Kinnet said expressionlessly: "Although you are the pope, it does not mean that you can slander the doctrine, and it is your duty to serve God."

After hearing the archbishop's words, Lorges took a gulp without saying a word, and then said with resentment: "I almost ran out of Rome at that time."

"That's right, you almost made the Pope's Succession Ceremony the biggest joke." The archbishop said without emotion.

Lorge looked up at the top of the bedroom, with tears brewing in his eyes, and said hoarsely, "Why didn't you let me go?"

Archbishop Kinnett sighed. He had already answered this question countless times, but he still said, "We have no choice."

Lorge looked at the archbishop with resentment on his face, "Then why didn't you wait for me and Princess Anne to finish the important events in life, and then take me back, can't you wait for half an hour?"

"For this, I am extremely sorry, but I am not here today to discuss these trivial matters with you." The archbishop said slowly.

Lorge scratched his head and straightened his body, forced himself up, half-closed his eyes, and asked, "Is it about the Balance Sect?"

The Archbishop said slowly, "You are always so wise."

Lorge spread his hands, and said casually: "This is not my wisdom, the pattern of the three-phase power is so big in the sky, I think everyone in Rome should have seen it, and there is also a very The smell of blood and rage, is it a blood race?"

Archbishop Kingnet nodded, "Yes, but our enemy may be more terrifying than we imagined. He may be."

Before the archbishop finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lorge, who said excitedly: "Don't say it, let me guess, well, even though it was evening when he appeared, there was still sun In the afterglow of the sun, ordinary blood races dare not be exposed to the sun at all, and can also change the weather on a large scale, not afraid of holy light and holy water, and can beat the knights holding the holy cross so embarrassingly in close combat, he should be Dracula, am I right?"

"That's right, if there are no accidents, it should be him." The archbishop said slowly.

After taking a sip of the fine wine, Lorge asked, "Why is he a vampire all by himself, establishing a sect and disgusting us? Then start a dispute of faith?"

The archbishop shook his head and said seriously: "No, his purpose may be far more than that. He should want to use the power of faith to become a god in the mortal world."

After hearing this sentence, Lorge was taken aback for a moment, then sneered and said, "Hehe, our God has been out of touch for centuries. No matter how much we pray, we still can't get in touch with heaven. He still wants to become a god, which is ridiculous. .”

"Slandering God is a felony, even if you are the pope." The archbishop said solemnly, and then said weakly, "Oh, I really don't know what happened in heaven!"

When the archbishop said this, he said with a serious expression: "Let's continue to discuss the matter of the Balanced Sect. He was already a demigod more than 300 years ago. Now he founded the sect in order to go further."

Seeing the archbishop's serious expression, Lorge stood up, straightened his clothes, and said with a straight face: "He is Dracula, is he serious?"

"Your Majesty, he is already doing this. If he succeeds, the consequences will be disastrous." The archbishop said seriously.

Lorge nodded, and said with a sullen face: "The dispute of belief is life and death. No matter what purpose Dracula has, first of all, he violated the bottom line of the Holy See, and he deserves to die."

The Archbishop was relieved to see the Pope who had become more serious at this time. It seems that Lorge has become a qualified leader, at least there is no ambiguity in business matters. It seems that I can retire early!

At this moment, the holy light was shining all over Lorhe's body. Although the holy light was bright, it was light yellow. Holding the holy light in his hand, Lorhe said righteously: "Let me destroy the demon Dracula!" Right! I am the pope and the leader of the Holy See, so I should lead by example!"

After speaking, Lorge walked directly to the gate, ready to leave the bedroom.

The Archbishop covered his forehead and murmured in a low voice, "I knew it would be this, it seems I'm overthinking it."

The archbishop stopped in front of Lorge directly, and said helplessly: "Because you are the Pope, you should take care of your own safety, and I have already dealt with this matter, so please rest in peace! "

As the archbishop said, he walked out of the bedroom quickly and closed the door immediately.

There was a shrill cry coming out of the door.

"Ah! Let me out, let me out, woo woo woo."

The archbishop then hurriedly left the Pope's chamber.

The attendant shook his head and let out a long sigh, "Oh, 520 seven times, it's like this every time."

(End of this chapter)