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"Gerald, it's great not to have seen you in the Holy City Eton." Wang Qinian found a familiar name from Frank's memory, who was from Frank's hometown.

Gerald was talking to a priest. When he turned around, he showed a hesitation first and looked at Wang Qinian: "You are? You are Frank!" He shouted.

"It's me, what job do you do in the Holy City?" In fact, Wang Qinian was very clear. Frank's memory was a little blurred, but Wang Qinian knew that Gerald was a guard in St. John's Cathedral, guarding the heretics in the underground prison, and also knew that these guards were greedy. Frank was very unbearable about this behavior, but Wang Qinian was very happy, afraid that they would not be greedy.

The priest turned his head and said to Wang Qinian: "I am Gerald's boss If Gibran. I am very happy to see you. Frank. Gerald's work in the Holy City is dangerous. He works in the ideological influence of St. John's Church, dealing with some misguided people, and transforming them through the Lord's will. What career do you have to do?"

The prison is prison, but he claims to the outside world that some ideological influences are influential. Wang Qinian sneered in his heart, but on the surface he looked pious: "What a great and arduous work, I think it should be purified to deal with those who go astray. This is how great the Lord is, and it will shock the world, so as to convert to the Lord's right path. I am a monk and come to the holy city to worship."

When Gibran heard this, he felt relieved. The monks were all persistent and crazy believers, who were not sympathetic to heretics. They did not know how to enjoy them at all. But their behavior was sought after by believers. Sometimes they had huge sums of money on them, and they were usually donated to the church. I wonder if he had money on them. Don’t look at their poor clothes, they were determined to pursue God’s favor.

Gibran's every move was as expected by Wang Qinian. Seeing his eyes shining and smiling slightly, Wang Qinian said: "I came to the Holy City this time. You know that we ascetics do not need worldly wealth. As a result, we have received strong support from believers. I am going to donate this money to a church in the Holy City, and are currently inspecting various churches."

As soon as these words were spoken, Gibran immediately had a light in his eyes and said, "It's better to donate it to our ideological influence."

"No, I have not seen the influence of thoughts. Moreover, for heresy, they should all go to hell, how could the believers spend their belongings!"

"It's not about squandering them, but about strengthening the punishment they have suffered. If you don't believe it, go and see."

"Really?" Wang Qinian's eyes lit up and hesitated.

"Of course it's true. I'm not on duty today. Why don't you come and have a look tomorrow?"

Wang Qinian seemed to think for a while, and Gibran was thinking about how he put the money into his pocket. He hurriedly promised him, and said, "Don't you believe me, and you still don't believe in Gerald?"

"Okay. Tomorrow is tomorrow. The Holy City is worthy of being a holy city. The people here believe in it so piously. It is simply the Lord's kingdom of heaven on earth." Wang Qienian said, saying goodbye to the two of them. He did not treat guests and give gifts, because his identity determined that he could not do that. Who told him to transform into a monk? He continued to wander around the various churches and also went around the periphery of the Pope Palace for a long time as a monk. A pilgrimage came to worship outside the Pope Palace, which was a very natural phenomenon. There were several people here to worship. They also visited the main hall, the magnificent summer palace, which was formerly the pagan pantheon. Wang Qienian was very pious on the surface, but accidentally caused some slight reactions from the divine art arrays everywhere. This is normal. So many worshipers will always cause some phenomena.

The people who managed the palace had long been accustomed to it, but they did not notice that the number of times they caused was caused today was a bit too much, which was something Frank remembered. Through this level of temptation, Wang Qinian generally knew the arrangement of the magic array and also saw clearly the situation of the guards in the Pope Palace. The guards were not as strict as they imagined when the inner treasury was located, which was good news for Wang Qinian.

In fact, since Eaton's establishment, no one has ever had the idea of ​​the Pope's palace. At the beginning of the founding of the Church, he attached great importance to the personal safety of the Pope. However, the Pope was a demigod master, with almost no rivals in the world. The early palaces were very simple and there were not many valuable things. Later, with the rise of the founding bishop, although its wealth continued to increase, the founding bishop also became a giant, and there were almost no masters to take it. Those robbers and thieves could not even enter the Holy City, and invisibly, a slack wind formed.

Wang Qinian returned to the hotel and ordered that he only had a cup of clear water and a piece of black bread to send the waiter into the room. The hotel owner was very reluctant, but he dared not make any statement on the surface. He knew that this was a monk. It was good to ask for a cup of clear water and a piece of bread. Some monks could not eat for a few days, and only a cup of clear water. Many monks were very rich, but dedicated to the gods. The hotel owner could not make much money at all, but because in the holy city, they still had to greet him with a smile.

Wang Qinian waved his hand, and the waiter put down the water and bread, and took it out. Wang Qinian slowly ate the black bread, as if it was a delicious food in the world. His every move was what the monk should do. After eating, he called the waiter, took out the cup and plate, then closed the door, and began to pray. He was surprised to find that there was actually a holy light around him, as if he was a saint.

What happened? He carefully observed and found that the holy light actually happened outside his soul. He understood that although Frank was dead and his soul had turned into clothes to cover Wang Qinian's soul, many years of instincts triggered the holy light. He understood a little that most of the so-called divine grace in the world was probably his own contribution, and God probably wouldn't have noticed these ant-like lives at all.

He began to reflect on his actions. Although he did not take God seriously, he still gained a lot of faith. He just asked Xiao Shuang to sow some seeds of power. To put it bluntly, the magic of the goblins was entirely the contribution of the goblins themselves. If everything he really did was just opening up the kingdom of God and using the goblin soul as a family, it was accomplished by their faith. He did not do anything, and he was just governing without doing anything.

The holy light drilled into the body and penetrated the outer layer. Wang Qinian felt a stinging pain and stopped quickly. In essence, he was a lich. He used the method of a founding bishop to make trouble. With these holy lights, Wang Qinian carefully tried to shrink his soul and form an isolation layer of another soul. Most of the soul is buried in Taijing Mountain as coordinates.

The Pope did not intend to scan everything in the city. During the prayer, he saw the various holy lights in the holy city. He was very satisfied. He also ended the prayer and began to rest.

Wang Qinian thought about it and began to take out the alchemy explosives from the ring. After assembling several small bombs, he put them away. He did not use magic because the magic fluctuates. These bombs have timing devices, but they were not activated.

The magic array has nodes, which is the same as the magic array. If an explosive explodes at the node, the magic array will collapse, but this must be inside the magic array.

Wang Qienian means to create chaos in the prison of St. John's Church. When he sneaked into the inner trunk and steal the Holy Light Marrow, if there was a riot in the underground prison of St. John, most of his eyes would be attracted there, and Wang Qienian had enough time to steal the Holy Light Marrow.

Wang Qinian did all this and decided to take the risk to the Pope Palace. Although he went there during the day, the structure in the inner warehouse was still unclear. At least he could figure out the internal structure, but he would not go by himself, that was too dangerous.

He smiled slightly, and two small flying insects flew over. Wang Qinian attached a trace of spirit to it. In the open window, the plants and trees in the Holy City Eton were about to sprout, but the insects had not yet come out.

Two little flying insects flew into the Pope Palace along the path of the day. The guards did not expect that someone could control the insects and carefully avoided the magic array along the way. The gate of the inner warehouse was closed, and the two little insects entered it along the crack of the door. The space inside the warehouse was very large, with various precious magic materials and magic materials at the same time. The foundation of the church was indeed extraordinary.

The little bugs were flying in a huge space, storing piles of materials in a classified manner, and finished products were stored on the shelf. Wang Qinian saw a simple crown made of leaves. This was woven by the branches of the Thorn Tree in Heaven. It contained earth-shaking power, no less than a divine weapon. Why haven't I heard of it? This Thorn Crown should be a divine weapon. As soon as Wang Qinian approached, he suddenly flashed lightning and was shocked. He flew away quickly and searched carefully in his mind. He remembered that this was not the artifact of the Creator Bishop, but a pagan artifact. This sect did not even leave its name, and believed in divine fire and thunder. According to legend, the Crown of Thorn is the artifact of this sect. People only know this legend and thought it was made up by people. Unexpectedly, they saw the Crown of Thorn Crown here. Wang Qinian sighed. There are many sects like this, all buried by history.

The little bug had just flew away. The guards guarding the inner warehouse heard the sound and heard footsteps. They had appeared in front of the Thorn Crown. The Thorn Crown was still flashing. The guards looked at each other and looked around alertly. They were still worried. They used a mirror-like magic item to emit a faint white light and swept around. Wang Qinian quickly ordered the two little bugs to fly to the back of a piece of armor and parked on it.

After scanning several times, he did not find any abnormality. The guard left, but Wang Qinian did not come out immediately. After a long time, he heard footsteps again. A guard appeared again. Seeing that there was nothing abnormal, he left with confidence.

Wang Qinian came out and finally discovered the holy light marrow in a corner.
Chapter completed!