Poverty makes me capable of anything.

[To fight for the cause of liberation for a lifetime, awesome!]

Justice will never be absent.

[Oh no, I've been spending too much time on forums lately, and now I don't even recognize the characters "安" and "尔" anymore.]

[Who on earth gave them that name?]

[They probably came up with this themselves.]

[Absolutely addictive]

As the resistance movement grew, the matter was discussed at each level and eventually reached the Pope's ears.

At the time, he was holed up in the Full Metal Cult's fortress planet, talking to a mysterious person.

"High Pope..."

After a while, the bishop who had been waiting at the door walked in solemnly and presented the intelligence he had gathered.

The Pope's expression changed drastically after reading it.

“This is utterly lawless!” the bishop exclaimed. “Although our Full Metal Cult has suffered some losses, we are not to be trifled with by these foreigners. Your Holiness, with just a word from you, I will immediately drive those foreigners out!”

The Pope's expression was unpredictable.

He paced back and forth in the room, then suddenly turned to the bishop and said, "Do you think there's someone pulling the strings behind this?"

The bishop was taken aback, then said, "Your Holiness, I think there must be someone behind this. That series of robots called Ansomething must have been released by the mastermind."

"Yes," the Pope nodded. "It's a robot. Could it have been made by the Cult of the Machines?"

“This…” the bishop hesitated.

The Pope waved his hand: "Alright, alright. From now on, no matter who comes, you must tell them I'm not here, understand?"

"what?"

The bishop looked at the pope with a puzzled expression.

The Pope said impatiently, "You just need to say whether you understand or not!"

The bishop quickly replied, "Yes, I understand!"

His voice suddenly rose in pitch, and his aura seemed to grow stronger.

"Not bad." The Pope patted him on the shoulder. "It seems that appointing you as the new Foreign Affairs Bishop was the right decision."

"Thank you for the promotion, Your Holiness!"

"You go out first."

After sending the man away, the Pope looked at the translucent stone in his hand.

"No, this is still not safe."

He dismantled all the metal in and around his room, and threw out all the mechanical and electronic equipment.

After finishing the sorting out, the Pope finally felt a little relieved.

He murmured, "I just hope that esteemed person can arrive soon."

He really wasn't sure what to expect right now.

The strength that Anran and Ella displayed terrified him, and he didn't feel safe even in his own hometown.

Especially after hearing a few days ago that the aura of a star field ruler was emanating from the divine court of the Cult of the Machine God, the Pope almost ran away.

But in the end, he couldn't let go of the business he had built up.

"Don't panic, I still have a trump card!"

The Pope contacted the star system ruler behind him and agreed to hand over the founding principles of the Full Metal Cult.

After realizing the value of the ore, the star field ruler finally reluctantly agreed.

"Don't worry, I'll stop her for you."

Call ~

The Pope looked down at the ore in his hand.

It still hurts terribly; this is an ore that can be infinitely (maybe?) molded into living metal.

If it weren't for An Ran, would this thing have been handed over?

The Pope felt distressed whenever he thought about it.

"Look how arrogant you are. If you say a few more words and anger that Star Domain Ruler, let's see how you get out of this mess."

The Pope drew a circle and silently cursed Anran.

He's now hoping that An Ran will be easily killed by that star field ruler.

After spending another two days holed up in his room, the Pope thought it over and over and decided that staying there was not a wise move.

"I'd better find somewhere to lay low for now. This fortress planet is powerful, but if that woman attacks with all her might, it won't last long."

The Pope stood up.

He planned to take some of his favorite things with him.

But just as he was packing his things, he suddenly heard the new foreign affairs bishop's voice on the communication channel.

"Our Pope is not here. If you need to see him, please leave."

who is it?

Where is he?

Upon hearing this voice, the Pope's hair stood on end.

Peace and safety!

The monster is here!

He was so anxious that he kept pacing around in circles.

Playing tricks.

The first person to arrive was An Ran.

The foreign affairs bishop said, "I don't know either. We never dare to ask about the Pope's affairs, but I can pass on the message."

"Never mind," An Ran waved her hand. "There's nothing we can do if he's not here."

"I'm very sorry, we didn't know you would be here, Prophet Anran?" the Foreign Affairs Bishop said with a smile.

An Ran remained noncommittal. She looked around and suddenly asked, "I remember there aren't any civilians living in this area, are there?"

The foreign affairs bishop was puzzled, but still nodded: "Indeed, this is a holy site exclusively for the All Metal Cult."

He saw An Ran standing there in the vast, empty space outside the fortress planet, without any guardians, dense mechanical legions, or even a single spaceship.

But Ella's presence alone is scary enough.

Grass!

Upon seeing that petite figure, the foreign affairs bishop felt like he was about to have a heart attack.

He maintained only a minimal smile, and was drenched in sweat.

An Ran clapped her hands: "Let's get straight to the point."

Ella?

No, no, no, there's no need for Ella to intervene right now.

"I've recently made something really nice, and I'm going to give it to you."

An Ran was clutching a small box in her right hand.

"A prize for a correct answer."

"?"

“The first question,” An Ran said, “is how much metal is hidden on this planet, and how much money is there?”

"I……"

"Not going to talk?"

The foreign affairs bishop shook his head: "Of course not, actually not much. Most of the church's assets are stored in state-owned banks and warehouses."

"Oh? That makes things easier." An Ran nodded with a smile. "The second question, about what happened ten days ago, was it that the Full Metal Cult was slandering the Mechanicus and trying to blackmail them?"

"This one……"

The foreign affairs bishop was almost in tears.

He dared not answer that question.

If I say no, what if that little girl punches me?

It is said that the Pope will tear him down later.

An Ran pressed further, "Is this question difficult?"

“No, no.” The foreign affairs bishop wiped his brow.

"Since it's not difficult, then tell me the answer."

“Yes, yes, yes.” The foreign bishop hesitated for a moment before saying, “It’s a misunderstanding, really. It was that stranger called the Knight of Justice who misled us, so we…”

An Ran raised an eyebrow: "So you admit that the Full Metal Cult has the idea of ​​blackmailing the Mechanicus?"

"It's a misunderstanding."

An Ran nodded: "It seems that you do have such an idea. Well, then there's no need to say more. Do you remember the metal plate I handed to your Pope last time?"

The foreign affairs bishop said, "I remember."

"I went back and recalculated, and found that I had made a mistake. To make up for the losses of the Mechanicus, we need to double the amount again!"

What, it has to double?

The Pope raised his head and glared fiercely at An Ran.

"Double? Double what?" the Foreign Affairs Bishop asked, puzzled.