...The saint picked up the bread and thanked him, and broke it apart and shared it with his disciples and said, "The body has been given for you. () You should do this to commemorate me." After the meal, he also picked up the cup and said, "This cup is made with my blood. Whenever you drink it, you should commemorate me." - Name

In the darkness, the Templars surrounded their inspectors. What they dedicated this time was not the food, clothing and utensils full of reverence—but the sharp and cold daggers.

The sword blade penetrated the body and it did not bring much pain, both physically and spiritually. The inspector of the Templar closed his eyes and could hear many breaths. Besides those who hurt him, there were onlookers or planners: "Lord, forgive them, they do not know what they are doing." He whispered like the gods he believed in did before the torture of death came when the path of fate indicated by the sage showed in his heart-he did not resist and let the betrayer approach him and betray him and assassinate him.

One of the assassins trembled to eliminate the words in the darkness, he pulled out his dagger - the silver-red blood with glimmering light burst out in the narrow space like fireworks that could only be seen in a dream, and then quickly dissipated in a narrow space. Then the other assassins also retreated. The weapons and even temples were stained with light blood without exception. But it quickly disappeared. Their clothes and skin were clean and clean. Nothing happened. The wounds on the victim's body continued to flow out. This crime was as if it had never been born.

The inspector slowly fell to the ground as if he had supported him only human weapons rather than human bones. The murderers rushed out the room. The last man approached the inspector and placed his finger on his carotid artery with a little pulsating. He bent down and looked at the face illuminated by fluorescent blood. The face was ugly without the so-called eyelids, lips and noses. Therefore, he could clearly see the light blue eyes. They were bright and clear like aquamarines, which made the perpetrator feel a little pity.

"Repent..." He said he took out the holy oil box he carried with him and applied the olive oil inside to the eyes of the inspector (he carefully applied it around his eye sockets), ears, nose, lips, hands, feet and waist. He recited a short passage: "... Through this divine anointing and God's most precious mercy, the Lord wishes to forgive all visible sins you have committed." The effect of this sacrament is to heal the soul by forgiveing ​​minor sins and purifying the remaining sins.

After all this, he stood up and retreated and closed the door and locked it. Although the inspector general was guilty, he was not a sinless person. Fortunately, they could all face their own sins calmly. The former had already confessed his sins with his own pain and life, but he still had to continue walking barefoot in the thorns - as one of the "fools".

Just as the fool in the Jewish tarot card - it may not be the first card. It may be placed between the judgment and the world card. There is also a chance to put it in the last card. In fact, the fool is a card without a number and has no specific position. One of the secret forces of the Holy See, the "fool", is also the existence of this. They may be a middle-class lady, an old priest, a monk, or a library director or even a cleaner. The only thing that is the same is their piety and optimism. These ordinary or unusual humans stick to their faith and are willing to sacrifice themselves for them but do not want anything from it - they do anything that people who have the right to call them need them to do - whether it is big or small, and changes in the world are often arisen in these events of big or small.

The order accepted by the Lord of the Internal Affairs this time was to seize the "Holy Grail". Only the Grand Chief Pastor and the Inspector General could know the Holy Grail of the collection: it was used by Saints and his twelve disciples to drink and carry his blood when he was tortured. It was blessed. The pure water poured into it was poured out. The liquefied Holy Light was diluted or spread through prayer. All diseases could delay aging. Unfortunately, the latter practice could only be done by a special family member and would greatly damage their bodies. Inspector General Ino was the last person in this family. His death was destined to be lost in the latter way, but even if he was alive, he could not fulfill his responsibilities for inheritance. He was determined to be infertile many years ago.

But without Rosalia, he would have been able to continue working for the Lord for many years - the "fool" who had already served as the Interior Chief in the Knights Templar turned on the control switch of the timed directional blasting device and thought: Ino was a talented and capable pure and pious young man, and the devil entered his heart through the little girl. He did even more for her than for the Lord - perhaps dying at this time was the best for him, just as if Judas died before betraying my Lord, he could still be among the twelve disciples now rather than suffering endless torture in hell.

He walked onto the deck, dazzling and transparent. The dawn sun reminded the Minister of the Interior when he first met Inodi - a gentle, gentle, handsome, pure, strong, impeccable servant and messenger of the sage.

Or this is also the will of the Holy Land. When this perfect angel has not been completely engulfed by the darkness and filth in the world, it is brought back to its own palace through their hands.

Thinking of this, the inner minister

A lot.

"Hissergeant..." The young Templars - Ino's former attendants had already been killed and wounded in the first attack. The remaining six were only around Rosalia. It was precisely because of this that the Ino's most power could easily conquer these young people - allowing them to do this in the dark to know who stabbed the deadly sword. So they are now leaning together as the saints who died of the saints for their sins and atonement for people.

The Interior Minister - in essence, it was also an unknown piece of chess piece placed by the Holy See in the Knights Templar. The Interior Minister spread his hands down to them, signaling everyone to kneel down and pray for the dead - this behavior comforted the living's hearts well. After the notice was obvious, they seemed to have regained strength and courage.

They gave up the ship that was about to sink soon and the victims above boarded the submarine that came to greet at the scheduled time. The hull of the submarine was not marked. The triangular waters between the Miracle Islands and Sardinia were never strange and unpredictable. There were countless ships and planes that were wrecked here due to the Storm Lake or other reasons. This ship gradually swallowed up by the ocean made it so natural that no one knew that the extremely precious Holy Grail did not sink into the deep sea bottom with its original holders.

The Knights Templar Interior Chief walked into the captain's room. The best room on the submarine has been replaced. The owner, Bishop Tantalus, was sitting at the head of the bed and reading a leather cover book "The Revolution of God" with a leather cover. This is the latest published content of the Holy Court. Basically, the Pope's speeches are 163 pages in total. The bishop frowned slightly and looked solemn as if he had devoted all his body and mind to those solemn and gentle words.

He smiled when he saw the Interior Minister, he put down the book and stood up and reached his hand to him. The Interior Minister knelt down with sincerity and joy, kissing the sapphire cross ring on it.

After blessing and receiving the blessing, the Interior Chief took out something wrapped in white linen from his small fish-skin waist bag at his waist and held it in his hands to the bishop. Before he touched it, his fingers of the bishop were almost paralyzed by the warmth and softness.

He took the small package wrapped in thin ropes with his hands and placed it on the small round table—one of the only furniture in the captain’s room, and opened the strings with more cautious attitudes. The sacred objects that had been missing in front of people for hundreds of centuries appeared before them again.

The height of the Holy Grail is more than one foot, and the diameter is roughly equivalent to the human upper arm. It is a soft golden brown color. It is said to be pure gold. The cup holder is inlaid with diamond sapphire stones and emeralds. It has not been polished. This is why a modern person who does not know much about jewelry may not be able to determine the value of these stones - they are too inconspicuous.

The Cardinal took out a sterling silver pot from the black stool - it was filled with water from the Vatican Holy Springs and unscrewed the lid and stinged only about a spoon of water into the Holy Grail.

The clear water rippled in the golden brown cup, refracting the white light on the top of the captain's room, but almost immediately the light in the cup exceeded the ordinary light. The bishop forced himself to calm down. The light looking at the inside of the cup immediately made him close his eyes... It was not until the overflowing light gradually stabilized that he picked up the Holy Grail through the white linen under the instructions of the Interior Minister to pick up the Holy Grail and poured the water inside into the silver pot.

The light of the Holy Grail shifted. Bishop Netantalus stared at the water scattered in the pot and took a sip... To be precise, it was stained with the tip of his tongue. It seemed that it was not the holy water that could cause all diseases to disappear forever, but the poison that could die if it touched... At first he didn't feel anything, but almost immediately he saw that he was dissipating from the eyes of the Interior Minister. The divine power moved him to cry. His body was powerful and hot. Although he knew that he was underwater hundreds of meters now, he felt that his soul had flew into the sky and was penetrated by the warm sunlight. He raised his hand and the wound that had been cut off by the edge of the gilded page just now had no trace.

He knelt down to the holy object and lowered his head and prayed sincerely and thanked him.

****

The ship where Ino was located sank down in the last vibration.

The closed cabin door was filled with a twisted sound of pain - like the human heart, it began to crack from the originally undetectable internal cracks before unbearable pressure - the sea water poured in and occupied most of the room. The body of the inspector general floated in the sea water. The silver-red blood floated in the dark background like smoke. The tiny fish mixed in the sea water shuttled inside and swallowed the light spots that should actually be said to be suspended in the water one by one.

They grew up quickly and swam only around Ino like the most faithful guards.

Although what they ask for is his blood and **.

A small fish quickly drilled into the gap between the big companion's gap. The target was that the most liquid was overflowing from Ino's eyes. Ino's lips raised slightly, but before he could finish all this action, the silver-white fish suddenly disappeared suddenly. A hand was gently placed on his forehead, and then the exposed eyes without eyelids. The nose should be. There were also teeth-exposed lips... It seemed that an unqualified priest was giving a blessing.
Chapter completed!