Today's princess is still cute

The officer cursed, trying to hide the panic in his tone.

Isn’t the Holy Son of the Holy See in the south?

He rushed back overnight and walked through this door. Does this mean that something big happened in the Vatican?

"You guys stand here, I'll go find someone to report to."

After thinking for a while, the officer decided that he still needed to talk to his superiors about the matter.

This is the imperial capital!

The headquarters of the Holy See is in the imperial capital. If something really happens to them, then other people in the imperial capital will definitely be affected!

There is no such thing as a curfew in the imperial capital, and many merchants are only allowed to bring goods that exceed the size limit into the city after 10 o'clock in the evening.

Unless there are special circumstances, the emperor will not close the city gates.

In order to be quick, Cardinson went straight through one of the two doors that only the "privileged class" could enter.

At this time on the streets of the imperial capital, you can still see drunkards returning from various taverns, and you can also see several noble carriages driving fast or slow, coming from nowhere and going to nowhere.

Cardinson took off the ruby ring on his hand, told him the route, and threw Ursus towards the roof of a carriage, where it landed accurately.

"Master, be careful in everything."

The devil's voice faded away, leaving him alone walking down the street.

He can't run anymore, not that he doesn't want to run.

Cardinson felt as if all the bones in his body had been pulled out, and every time the wind blew, the strength in his body seemed to be taken away a little.

As he walked, he took out recovery potions from his storage ring and poured them into his mouth, one bottle after another. A drunk man nearby thought he was doing the same thing and clapped loudly in approval.

The energy provided by various medicines entering the body was like a drop in the ocean, and it was only able to slightly slow down the burning speed of Cardinson's blood.

A drop in the bucket was better than nothing, so Cardinson drank bottle after bottle without leaving a single drop.

In the end, he stopped opening the storage ring.

Because the divine power in his body was reduced to half, and a lot of it was consumed in the running just now, otherwise he would not have been able to walk here with his current body.

We can't waste this precious energy on other things. Let the blood burn if it wants to. Urusus has already said that he has only a limited amount of time left. He doesn't have to die right now.

Suddenly, he found it a little funny.

If he was firmly at the level of a Templar before, then Cardinson is probably only at the level of Lv.10 now, maybe even lower.

Thinking back to my first day in the capital, it seemed pretty much the same as it is now.

He had nothing but the long sword given to him by old Pine, a true small fry.

Now that the Son of God suit is damaged and the source energy stone cannot be used, he is walking alone on the streets of the imperial capital. Cardinson thought that he had become a big shot after becoming the Son of God of the Holy See, but he never thought that in front of fate, he would always be a small shot.

Try harder, try harder, you're already very close, Tina is still waiting for you.

Cardinson treaded slowly but firmly down the long street.

It’s okay, it’s not daybreak yet, I hope it will come.

PS: Two in one, I finally have a holiday, I must have a good sleep. Skirt~

Chapter 135 I am a lone figure crossing the long street

The early autumn evening breeze swept across the long street, bringing a tingling coolness to Cardinson's face. He felt a little dizzy, and he knew that was a sign of excessive blood loss. The only reason he had managed to stay alive until now without losing consciousness was because of the obsession in his heart.

There was a bard playing his harp at the door of the tavern, chanting heroic stories.

"He walked from the top of the snowy mountain into the human world,

The rough palm holds a spear made of dragon teeth and fine steel.

The blood of successive owners is coagulated on it.

The inscription is the sky,

Holding this gun, he will be invincible in the world.

But I was defeated by her glance back.

The lion's wings were broken in a small attic."

Cardinson raised his eyes with an effort and looked over. The bard also noticed this overly handsome passerby and smiled at him.

"Sorry, I don't have any reward for you now."

Cardinson said softly, and was about to walk past.

The bard shook his head, not caring.

At this moment, a group of people suddenly appeared from the corner. The bard turned his head and saw a dozen burly men, surrounding a few panicked girls, walking towards this side in a very noisy manner.

There were ambiguous and vulgar smiles, and there were sobs of fear. The leader even said brazenly: "Hey, the goods this time are really good. If we bring them back this time, I'm sure Big Brother will definitely give us a lot of rewards. Maybe we can also enjoy these tender girls!"

The bard quickly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the group of people who looked like they were not easy to deal with. They even didn't dare to deal with the night patrol guards. They must be slaves kept by some big shot.

He seemed to remember something and raised his head to remind the passerby to ask the young man to go around him. After all, the other party was on the road that the group of people had to pass.

But as soon as the bard looked over, he found that the young man had already moved aside with an expressionless face and passed by the group of people.

Not knowing what he was sad about, the sentimental bard looked at the boy's back and sighed silently.

Cardinson continued to move forward, the sound behind him becoming increasingly distant.

He had just seen some of the girls, and one of them still looked up with hope at this handsome boy who didn't look like an ordinary person, her eyes full of pleading and tears falling like a kite with a broken string.

But Cardinson just walked past without any expression, his face terribly gloomy.

He walked six steps, and at the seventh step, he suddenly stopped.

"There are things you should do and things you shouldn't do." Cardinson laughed and touched his chest, where his heart was beating very slowly. "Holy Son, Holy Son."

"Hey, leave those girls alone!"

Cardinson's voice crossed the long street and reached the ears of the group of people.

After a brief silence, unbridled laughter broke out.

"Hahahahaha, look, there's another person trying to be a hero!"

"Hey, how was the last one?"

"It seems that his legs were broken, and he was stripped naked and hung on the street all night."

"You are looking for death!"

The leader turned around and grinned at Cardinson, "Where did you come from, kid? Do you know who we are? You look so delicate and tender, do you want to follow us back?"

"I am the Holy Son of the Church, Cardinson Pine."

Hearing what the young man said, the group of people were stunned, and then laughed even more happily.

"Hey, did you hear that? Holy Son, it's the Holy Son!"

"Oh my! I'm so scared! Will I be caught by the knights of the Holy See and sent to the Inquisition?"

The leader was a little angry. He was driven out by his boss tonight to catch some newcomers when he was drinking. He worked all night to find three or four. Now this kind of work is getting harder and harder. What's more annoying is those young people who claim to be righteous. What's in front of him is even more outrageous. What's wrong? Even using the title of the Holy Son of the Church?

The Holy Sonship of the Holy See doesn’t even have two followers?

Does the Holy Son of God of the Holy See look so fragile?

The Holy Son of the Holy See doesn't have even a little bit of pressure?

This is clearly an ordinary person!

Sometimes, a truth that is too exaggerated makes people suspicious.

The Holy Son of the Church, what kind of important person is that! How could he look like this? !

"Come on, a few men, take care of it. We'll leave first. Damn, this is such a hassle." The leader waved his hands irritably. As a professional, he naturally disdained to waste energy, so he simply assigned a few of his younger brothers to go over.

The bard who had been watching the scene suddenly got the courage to shout at the boy, "Run! You are no match for them. This is the imperial capital. They dare not go too far!"

After shouting, he packed up his food and ran away.

Being able to kindly give you a reminder was already his last act of kindness.

However, a heavy sigh was heard from behind.

"It is fate."

In the corner of the bard's eye, a gorgeous long sword with a blue handle inlaid with red gems appeared in the hands of the young man who claimed to be the Son of the Church.

"How long until daybreak?"

"More than two hours."

At the gate of the Vatican, two Vatican knights on duty were chatting idly.

As the religious center of the continent, it does not pay much attention to guarding. If the enemy can break into the gate of the Holy See, it will surely mean the fall of the imperial capital. Is that possible?

And these are just the visible posts. There is no telling how many secret posts there are in other places guarding the Millennium Church.

Tonight was indeed a night of anxiety. What had happened in the past two days had forced these two Vatican knights to risk being caught by the Inspectorate and talk to each other to distract themselves.

"Alas, I don't know when His Majesty the Saint will return. I heard that the person who was going to deliver the message is already on the way."

"Even His Holiness the Pope can't solve the problem now. Lord Ellis, Captain Hadley and the others haven't come out yet. His Holiness the Son of God is very powerful, but there's nothing he can do."

"Don't say such things. That prince is the Holy Son's man. Who would want to see something happen to him?"

"I didn't mean that. It's not like I felt anything. I was just scared."

"What are you afraid of? This is the Vatican!"

Perhaps it was this last sentence that gave the two of them some courage, and they stood more alert.

In the silence, a figure slowly walked towards us from a distance.

He looked a little shaky, as if he had difficulty even standing.

The sharp-eyed knight saw it clearly and shouted, "It's His Majesty the Holy Son!"

"Ah? Isn't His Majesty the Holy Son on his way back from the south? How come he is so fast?"

Cardinson walked up to them, startling both of them.

The Holy Son, who was always radiant in my memory, no longer had any trace of holiness and his face was frighteningly pale.

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The current world and characters.

Genshin Impact --- Jujutsu Kaisen (current volume) --- Natsuki Subaru (current volume) ---- Dungeon Encounter --- Spider Girl ---- Magical Index --- Gensokyo ---- Collapse of the World (2, 3) ---- Sexy Prisoner (One Punch Man World)

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Chapter 136 Between the Two Holy Sons

"Take out all the recovery potions you have. Do you know how to use healing spells? Give me a few."

Cardinson said as he trudged up the steps.

The two Vatican knights hurriedly took out two bottles of potion each. Since they didn't have storage rings, they certainly didn't carry much on them.

Everyone knows the most basic healing skills, although it is certain that knights are not as good as priests in using them.

The warm holy light shone on Cardinson, and he took advantage of the gap to catch his breath to drink all the potions. When he felt better, he nodded to the two of them, thanked them, and continued to walk inside.

"Why does Your Majesty look weird?"

"Yes, let me tell you something. I feel like your Majesty's face looks frighteningly pale, as if there is no blood in his body!"

"Bah, bah, bah, don't talk nonsense. Maybe you are too tired after rushing back."

That being said, when they thought of the almost transparent face of His Majesty the Son of God, they both saw deep worry in each other's eyes.

This is their holy son, nothing must happen to him.

The lights in the Vatican are always on at night, always trying to bring a little light into the darkness of the imperial capital.

Passing through the prayer hall and heading to the back, he discovered that the knights of Cardinson had already reacted, and the news that the Son of God had returned to the Vatican was quickly spread.