Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

"I don't have any other skills, but I can take a beating. I can endure interrogation and interrogation for months without any problem. It's not the first time, but do you guys still have the time for that?"

"Besides...aren't you afraid that the omen of death will add fuel to the fire and make the situation even more out of control?"

"He doesn't know I betrayed him yet. Knowing his personality, he'll definitely stir up trouble for me."

The archbishop in white sighed and said to Toll, "Please give us some time to discuss this..."

After several minutes of heated discussion, the Pope made the decision:

"Your Excellency, we have accepted your request. Ten million coins are ready. May I ask how you would like to conduct the transaction?"

"Deposit all the money into this account, and send someone to this bar. I'll tell him the news."

The account is an anonymous account, ostensibly created by a lucky citizen, but secretly a money laundering account managed by the Rockefeller flagship store in the church.

Once the money comes in, it will be distributed to more anonymous accounts by Rockefeller's professional team, and finally laundered into money that cannot be tracked.

"Okay, it's a deal."

"Wait a minute, I didn't say that was the only condition."

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression turned grim. Wasn't money enough?

"What other conditions do you have? You might as well state them all at once." The Pope was gradually losing patience.

"Ten million only represents the Vatican's sincerity; the following is the real condition."

Tore pointed to the saint depicted on the mural in the council chamber, and everyone turned to look.

"Finally, and most importantly—I demand that the Holy See strip Eucharist of her sainthood!"

The Pope looked surprised. This was far less valuable to a shill than money, wasn't it?

"why?"

The nurseryman was immediately heartbroken:

"That bitch cheated on me! She promised to love me forever! But she ended up sleeping with so many other men! I'll drag her down with me even if it kills me!"

"Uh... cough cough! This concerns the position of Holy Maiden, so we must have a proper discussion. You may have to wait a few days."

"It's alright, then I'll take my leave now. I'll come back in two days. Please tell me your answer then, or I won't be able to wait for you!"

After the toddler left, the council chamber erupted in chaos.

People spontaneously divided into two factions—those who condemned the saint and those who preserved her image.

The condemnation of the faction that denounced Yusha Rose's various misdeeds, which have now led the Holy Kingdom into such a crisis, is unacceptable. Such a woman, who is more trouble than she's worth, must not be allowed to live!

Those who wanted to retain the saintess felt that it would be a loss of face to dismiss their saintess due to external factors.

But after some debate, the situation changed.

Is it more embarrassing to lose face to "let the Feather Clan army enter the territory of the Holy Kingdom to conduct a large-scale search", or to lose face to "dismiss the Holy Maiden because of a deal"?

Ultimately, the meeting ended without a resolution, and it was decided to discuss it again the next day.

Meanwhile, the details of this 'deal' somehow spread to the public, and from there to the newspapers, becoming known to the entire nation early the next morning.

When the common people heard that there was such a good thing as selling Yusha Rose in exchange for peace in the church, they were shocked.

They took to the streets to protest, demanding that the Vatican accept the deal; perhaps only Eucharis's old lovers were unwilling to comply.

The spies sent out also proved that Tore was once a teammate of Death's Omen, his identity beyond doubt...

After confirming the reliability of the deal, internal and external pressures forced the Pope to make a decision quickly.

In retrospect, betraying Yusha Rose was indeed the most cost-effective option.

At the second meeting, after careful consideration, the Pope spoke:

"Yosha Rose's character has always been criticized by the people. It wasn't so bad before, but now it seems that the impact she has caused is getting worse and worse. Let's take this opportunity to get rid of her. It can be considered to be in line with the will of the people."

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Two days later.

The Pope personally conducted the dethronement ceremony for the saint, and Eucharis's papal robes were returned to the Papacy.

I remember the look of resentment in her eyes when she took off her priest's robe; it was truly delightful.

The transaction is now mostly complete, and it's time for the shill to fulfill his promise.

The next day.

After lunch, Tuo'er went to the Central Bank of the Church to check her account. After confirming that the money had arrived, she leisurely walked to the bar where Afu used to work, despite being under surveillance the whole way.

The people sent by the Vatican to the street were already sitting at the bar, their bodies completely covered except for their eyes.

The tormentor sat down one seat away, ordered the most expensive drink like a nouveau riche, took a small sip, and then slowly said:

"No. 36 Lemon Street, Kunlai Hotel, fourth floor, room 402, he is still in the room."

"To relay His Holiness the Pope's message: A pleasant transaction."

After saying that, the contact immediately left the bar, exchanged a few words with a few other people outside, and then disappeared into the crowd.

From that moment on, the small but sophisticated national machinery of the Church began to operate quietly.

A large number of elite warriors poured out and surrounded the Kunlai Inn in a very short time.

Monica was also part of the capture team as a special unofficial member.

When she arrived at the outskirts of the hotel, an overwhelming sense of familiarity washed over her. She suddenly looked at a crooked tree next to her, where she had squatted before!

Could it be that Becky, the intern reporter Amy, and the swimming coach who looked exactly like Toor were all teammates of Death Omen?!

How could they have tricked her so badly!

boom!boom!

She stomped her feet angrily on the road, startling the people around her.

The operation to apprehend them began quickly.

The most elite soldiers rushed in and discovered the dead man preparing to flee.

To make the effect realistic, the acting had to be done in its entirety.

He used all his skills to fight fiercely with those who came to arrest him, battling through several streets before finally being captured, exhausted and hit on the back of the head with a blunt object.

But I didn't have enough force to knock him unconscious, so in the end I pretended to faint myself...

The ominous sign that had been causing trouble has finally been caught.

The Vatican placed specially made demon-slaying shackles on his hands, feet, and head, and then gave them to the Feathered Clan the following day.

Gray was somewhat surprised to see the omen of death being handed over to him by the Vatican, but he was glad that they had caught him.

The winged elder who accompanied them carefully compared the soul aura of Domi with that of the soul aura they had captured when they killed Kyle.

Once it was confirmed that it was the same person, an old face blossomed like a chrysanthemum, and he smiled obsequiously at the high-ranking officials of the Holy See. The Feather Clan also returned to the capital in triumph that same day.

A long-brewing storm finally dissipated quietly, and Domi, bound by shackles, revealed a mysterious smile...

Chapter 161, page 160: The Faraway Place of the Stooge

In order to capture Death Omen, the Winged Clan also brought an aerial single-room prison, which was carried by four Winged Clan warriors and flown through the sky.

Gray flapped his wings and flew to the rows of iron bars, his face full of mockery:

"I told you, I would definitely catch you."

Looking at Domi, whose hands, feet, and head were all shackled, Grayton felt refreshed and even flapping his wings felt much lighter.

"This isn't over yet. When we get back to the Feather Clan, I'll make you experience a fate worse than death. It's all your own fault. Who told you to be so audacious as to kill the clan leader's only son?"

The Winged Tribe's torture methods are all about thrills and excitement, capable of putting people through all sorts of fun in a weightless environment. Skydiving is child's play compared to that.

But Domi didn't take it to heart.

"Oh~ you mean that guy named Kyle, right? Actually, you should thank me. If I hadn't killed him and let that thing become the clan leader, your Feather Clan wouldn't be far from being finished."

Although Gray did not disagree with Domi's statement, it still embarrassed the Feather Clan.

"Hmph, just empty words. You'll be laughing soon enough!"

After saying that, Gray turned to leave.

However, at that moment, Domi swayed, and the shackles on his body clanged against each other, making a jingling sound.

"Hey~ you're really confident that this little thing can keep me locked up?"

Gray paused for a moment, then turned back to Domi, stating firmly in an unquestionable tone:

"All things in the world are mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining. Even the Soul Devouring Energy is useless in the face of Dark Gold."

"Besides... look around you. In the Feather Clan's army, even if you manage to escape from the Dark Gold Prison, do you think you can escape right under the noses of tens of thousands of people? Do you think we'll give you time to draw a teleportation array?"

"Don't be silly, there's not even room for you to draw here! If you think you can escape like this, I'll call you father right away!"

Gray's humorous oath drew laughter from the surrounding soldiers; clearly, no one believed that this trapped man still had a chance to turn the tables.

Do you recognize a thief as your father?

Beneath the mask, Domi's smile gradually became distorted.

"Such a good thing? Then I shall respectfully accept your offer."

As is widely known, the Flying Thunder God Technique does not require hand seals and is not powered by spirit-devouring energy.

He could tell with a little mental awareness that he was still within the teleportation range of the Flying Thunder God Technique, and he had already prepared the Flying Thunder God hand seals at the team's new hideout before he pretended to be captured.

A golden light blinded Gray and the four winged creatures carrying the cages. They quickly rubbed their eyes and looked inside again, only to find that the huge man had vanished!

One tells ten, ten tell a hundred...

Soon, the advancing winged army slowly came to a stop, looking at the empty cage with disbelief. It was hard to believe that the wanted criminal they had just captured after a great deal of effort had escaped again.

Huh? Why did you say "again"?

[You've outmaneuvered Gray once again. Villain rating +6000]

When the soldiers saw Gray, they found him trembling all over, down to the ends of his hair, as if he were on the verge of collapse and exploding.