The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

But the Speaker still underestimated the Pope's appetite.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly and her voice was cold.

"Every vassal."

205. The Pope (II)

When the Speaker heard what the girl said, his eyes couldn't help but shrink slightly.

The new Pope's appetite seemed to have exceeded his expectations and he took too big a step.

but--

This is exactly in line with his personality.

He did not intend to succeed as Speaker, but because his achievements on the battlefield had already borne the brunt of the rewards, he was eventually transferred back to the Holy City under the constraints of his ministers to serve in this civil service position.

His passion for defending his country gradually subsided.

And when the new Pope was preparing for reforms in such a drastic manner and preparing to consolidate power, the Speaker seemed to feel the blood in his heart being rekindled. He could see the difference between the girl in front of him and the previous Pope. Maybe the Demon Cult could really be saved in her hands.

only......

This matter is not a joke. If you are not careful, you will fall into the abyss and never be able to bury your body.

Fortunately, he never lacked the courage to try again.

The Speaker lowered his head, knelt on the ground, and said devoutly to the girl: "Your Majesty...I will obey the Pope's orders!"

The Pope smiled and looked again at the silent remains of the Archbishop.

But at this moment, there was no hesitation in her eyes, but endless indifference.

As if to say again——

See, it doesn’t matter what the truth is. When your death can play a greater role than your survival, who cares about the reason for your death?

After all, some dead people can play a greater role than the living.

The girl thought so. At this moment, she no longer had the choice to regret. She chose to step onto a road that had only one end.

Fortunately, she is not the only one traveling alone on this road.

......

"Tired?"

A gentle male voice came from behind him.

The mist faded.

In just a moment, Wen Youqing felt the world spinning and the perspective in front of him changed.

She was holding a feather pen and writing something on the blueprint - this was a battle report from the front line, and every little detail had to be reviewed by her personally.

"How come it's already the question-answering part in the blink of an eye?"

Wen Youqing couldn't bear to see all this. He just felt dizzy and dazed, but he couldn't close his eyes. He could only watch blankly.

Judging from the perspectives seen before, the Pope in front of us does not seem to be a foolish Pope. On the contrary, she has independent thoughts and acts decisively.

Looks like a wartime pope, not a peacetime one.

But no matter how hard Wen Youqing thought, she couldn't figure out who this Pope was. With her limited knowledge, she was obviously facing a problem that was beyond her scope.

But why does the voice of “Are you tired?” just now sound so familiar?

Why does it feel like the voice of someone around me?

Wen Youqing pondered and continued reading.

After hearing the voice, the Pope couldn't help but relax a little and her eyes moved away from the drawings.

This allowed Wen Youqing to see the decorations in the room.

This is a woman's boudoir, but there are no complicated decorations. Everything is so simple. The most valuable item may be the dressing mirror that is as tall as a person.

Wen Youqing looked over, wanting to see her own face in the dressing mirror, but it was too far away to see clearly.

She could only see that the Pope was wearing an undergarment with a silk nightgown draped over his shoulders. The woman's originally frowned brows relaxed a little, and she turned her head and looked behind her.

That's where the sound comes from.

Wen Youqing also looked from her perspective.

Just one glance and Wen Youqing was stunned.

The reason was simple, it was just because the man who was speaking looked so familiar, his eyebrows and eyes were so familiar, and he was wearing white clothes, like a tall green bamboo.

"Master?"

Many small question marks emerged in Wen Youqing's mind.

What's going on?

The man in white who looked like a scripture speaker knocked on the Pope's door carrying a bowl of chicken soup, but saw that the Pope was only wearing a simple nightgown and quickly turned his head away.

"Here's the chicken soup I made for you. Drink it while it's hot. You've been dealing with official business all day, don't tire yourself out."

The Pope simply smiled indifferently, stood up from his seat, approached the man in white step by step, and spoke softly.

"How come Master has time to come visit me?"

Master?

Wen Youqing was stunned, and then wanted to say something like "your master, this is my master", but he took the words back when they reached his lips.

Because she discovered that although the man in white in front of her looked exactly like her master and had a very similar temperament, there was no true energy flowing in his body.

He is just an ordinary person.

Could it be that he is really not his master?

Wen Youqing thought about it and realized that this made sense. After all, this happened many years ago in history. What was wrong with there being someone who looked a bit like the master?

What's wrong? !

Any questions?

This is a big problem! Isn’t this too similar?

Wen Youqing had only one thought in his mind - could this be his master's previous life?

"The children in the private school have finished their lessons and don't have to go to school tomorrow. I saw a notice posted at the gate of the Holy City saying that you are raising an army to fight against the vassal kings. I thought you probably won't sleep at this late hour, so I made a bowl of chicken soup for you."

The man smiled, his eyes still somewhat evasive: "The task you gave me is easy, but it's hard work for you."

"Teaching and educating people, isn't this what Master has always wanted to do?"

The Pope lowered his eyes and spoke softly.

"Yes, but I didn't expect that the little girl I picked up back then would become the Pope of the Demon Cult. I can't help but sigh at the fate." The man in white sighed, "I forgot one thing. You are the Pope now, the most honorable person in the entire Nanposo Continent. How can you continue to call me Master?"

"slightly."

The Pope stuck out his tongue mischievously: "Once a teacher, always a teacher. You raised me. Anyway, I don't care. Even if I ascend to become a god one day, you will still be my master."

"Ah."

The man smiled and said, "But your master is just a mortal."

"What's wrong with being a mortal? Can't a mortal be the master of a god?"

the Pope retorted.

"Okay, okay." The man looked gentle and said, "Have you been working hard recently?"

"Not bad." The Pope shook his head. "The Protoss's vanguard has reached Linhai in our Nanposo Continent, but those idiots in the Church are still hiding this information from the masses. However, the Speaker is already reorganizing the troops. I'm really curious about what the Pope was thinking to allow a general who had won every battle to come back to serve as a civilian."

The man in white did not answer her, but just looked at the Pope with a smile.

"Why are you looking at me all the time?"

A hint of shyness appeared on the Pope's face - Wen Youqing felt it.

"No, I just feel happy in my heart to see that little girl grow up to be a big shot who can rectify the country."

"Tsk, this is just the beginning. I can still recover the lost territory, conquer the gods, and lead the Demon Cult to prosperity!"

"Uh-huh."

"You will see that day, Master."

"Really?"

"Indeed, I swear to you."

The young Pope promised solemnly.

206. The Pope (III)

"Your Excellency the Pope, the Protoss has occupied Linhai, and the current situation is not optimistic."

Another shot switch.

Wen Youqing's perspective changed again.

At this moment, she was sitting on the throne of the Vatican, wearing a luxurious red dress that only the Pope could wear, her brows slightly raised, her eyes full of worry.

The problem cannot be solved overnight.

The Speaker took off his clerical robe, put on his armor again, and rushed to the distant battlefield to attack those vassal kings.

Meanwhile, in the Vatican, ministers were discussing the war with the gods.

Their expressions changed from the disdain and frivolity when the young girl first ascended the throne to the worry now. They all understood the principle of "the lips are cold and the teeth are broken". Now that the Gods are invading in large numbers, all officials are beginning to think about the escape route for the Demon Cult.

"Your Holiness, please let the Speaker return. It will take more than one day to conquer the vassal kings. Now that the Archbishop is dead, the only one who can hold up the banner is the Speaker. If he can show up in Linhai now..."

"Your Excellency the Pope, let's negotiate peace with the Gods. The humans and demons don't have the energy to resist the invasion of the Gods. As long as we negotiate peace, the Gods will not make things difficult for us."

The young Pope sneered.

Looking at the officials kneeling in the audience, his expression did not change at all.

"Let the Speaker return. This matter is off the table. The prince is plotting a rebellion, which is an unforgivable crime. To fight foreign enemies, we must first stabilize the country. Don't you understand this?"

"Your Holiness, there are still doubts about the archbishop's collusion with the vassal kings to rebel. Even if it is true, we should put aside our prejudices and fight against foreign invasion together. After all, the strength of the vassal kings should not be underestimated, and they are definitely a great help to the Holy See!"

An elderly bishop in a yellow robe stood up and spoke excitedly.

"Oh?"

The Pope frowned slightly and asked the officials in the audience.

"Is there anyone else who shares his opinion?"

There was silence for a moment, but as time passed, gradually several bishops stood up.

He tacitly agreed that what the elderly minister had just said was true.

"That's interesting. Let me think about it."

The Pope blinked and pointed at one of them at random.

"If I remember correctly, your son is engaged to a certain prince, and the tribute he receives every year is tens of thousands of spirit stones."

His expression changed.

As he spoke, the Pope casually pointed to another person.

"Your nephew was born to the daughter of a vassal king. Three days ago, he personally brought hundreds of boxes of jewels to your residence to say hello. In the end, he returned with hundreds of empty boxes. Am I right?"

The bishop's face turned liver-colored and purple.

"you you you."

The Pope called out the names one by one on the podium, his voice without any emotion, just like a judge calling out names, saying without any emotion: "And you all, you all have some connection with the prince, right? Either someone in your family is married to the prince, or you have some unclear source of wealth... Do you need me to tell you one by one?"

The bishops who had stood up to persuade her and the princes not to start a war again all knelt on the ground, their faces full of fear.