The cathedral in the center of the Khonorn state was in the darkness and tranquility before dawn. The church minister had already stood up and patrolled the area he was responsible for along the long corridors outside the building. On the vast steps of the never-empty, thousands of candles lit by pilgrims were placed. Some were simple and unpretentious, but they were like torches, and some were delicate and delicate with spiral patterns or made into the shape of angels and saints. The warm light shone on the tightly dressed pilgrims. They stood or knelt and whispered prayers. They did not disturb them. He walked quietly through the shadows inside the corridor - a thin golden line projected on the gray-white marble. He found that the side door of the cathedral was opened, perhaps because it was not closed at all. In short, the light leaked out from the narrow gap.

The sergeant thought it was the curious tourist or an overly eager believer who "solved" to force the lock of the ancient wooden door open--it is not the time to open, but some people always hope that they can be different; he further relaxed his steps and pushed the door open from his fingers with expressionless face. Every day, the well-protected bearings were oiled and protected without any squeaking sounds. He looked inside but was stunned. A man kneeled on the steps in front of the bronze altar and was wearing only the Holy Father.

The all-white robe that can be worn is covered with white robe. The white boundless hoodie covers the silver, thick and slightly curled short, and red shoes are exposed from the edge of the hem of the robe. The candlelight jumps on the gold-pitched flagpole and tassels. The small altars on both sides and the silk flag embroidered curtains used by the Fu team. The spokesperson of the Saint in the world kneels motionlessly. He puts his forehead on his hands and looks solemn and his eyes are closed. The statues of the saints around him seem to walk down at any time to caress his curved back.

"What a mercy, the noble Father!" He shouted silently in his heart, full of emotion and devotion, and tried his best to gently close the door again - he guarded the door so that the hustle and bustle outside would disturb the pope's prayers or thoughts.

Unfortunately, he failed to do this precious work for too long. Cardinal Sli, the secretary of the Pope, walked lightly - a very rare lightness for a fat man like him, walked over from the other end of the corridor. The white velvet under the scarlet velvet trembled rapidly with his movements. His eyes were filled with happiness and joy, while making blessing gestures to the believers under the corridor.

When he passed by the minister, he reached out and pressed his shoulder quickly. He unexpectedly blessed the minister. He burst into tears and reported to the bishop about the situation of the pope. "The Lord will bless you." Bishop Sli said gently, but when he turned his back, he was determined to transfer the minister away - the troublesome person is not suitable for serving in the temple.

But their brief words had already alarmed the old pope. He stood up with difficulty. The pain of his knees made the process extremely slow. Bishop Sli immediately stepped forward to hold him. He was shocked to find that the Father's arm was thin like a big prayer candle. The robe was loosely covered with his narrow shoulders as if it would fall at any time. Moreover, his legs and feet were moving slowly and dull as if it was completely useless... The Bishop estimated that the Father prayed from midnight to dawn again. The Father often did this when he was a bishop. The problem was that he remembered that the Father was leading the believers to conduct an hour-long prayer parade for candlelight - for the plague of Sardinia - and he was already a seventy-six-year-old man.

The bishop almost held the Holy Father and opened the altar through a corridor hidden behind the walls to a quiet room. He placed the religious leader of the 1.1 billion believers in a comfortable armchair and fed him a little wine before sitting on the low footstool... The work was also very hard compared to his size.

"Mum Mala? Mama Ingri..." Bishop Sli said the names of the five mamas who had always served the Pope in one breath and were deeply dissatisfied with them: "Why are they not by your side and your body is cold... I think I have to hit the floor at the door of your bedroom like the disciples of the East serving their teachers. If you want to leave the room, you must step on my body."

He deliberately seemed to be Lu Zhi and reckless, and became laughing in the hope of temporarily freeing his teacher from melancholy and self-blame. The old man who could still ski on the holiday for several months was proven to be free from any elderly illness by the doctor, but his body and spirit weakened in just a few months. He was under tremendous pressure... something was tortureing his soul.

"Sli was me telling them that I need to pray alone." The Pope said weakly: "They just obey my orders.

"He gasped several times: "I saw you with a happy expression on your face. My child. What is there to make people happy..."

“…Praise the Lord for saving mankind. The glory and authority of the land of the beautiful Lord. Praise the grace of the land. My Holy Father…We

The Holy Grail.”

The Pope suddenly stood up from the armchair. His movements were so great that he almost made his knees touch Bishop Sli's nose. His expression became extremely terrible. His eyes were filled with fear. He was huge and ominous foreshadowed. He grabbed his heart like an invisible hand: "...I have to return to the Holy Grail... Oh...I thought I could not achieve this wish before I left this world. After all, although the holder of the land was weak, he was less than half of my age... Why didn't I feel happy at all--? A voice tells me... The return of the Holy Grail cannot give honor to the Holy Court. Instead, it will only be covered with sinful filth?"

Bishop Sli shivered under his sharp eyes: "…fool." He said vaguely: "Tantaros used the fool-I thought you knew..."

No. He didn't know that the thirty consecutive days of mass had exhausted him and had no time to care about other things - just as the Pope tried to explain to himself, Chu surged up with self-condemnation... "No!" He shouted: "It's my sin! My sin!" He beat his chest covering his white robes. He hissed - Didn't the "fool" try to put it on that sacred island? The commander of the Knights Templar and the priest were detained by him in the Holy Court and could not designate the heir until he died? Even the true holder of the Holy Grail. () descendant of the Saint Joseph became the last guardian of the Carlos royal family after all the arrangements... He was the murderer of these loyalists.

At first it was just a sad expectation - the cancellation of one missionary after another, and the group of disrespectful humans continued to emerge, and even the doctrines could not be revised again and again under the pressure of secular forces - although there was not a small cave on the dam, so how far could it be from its collapse?

Science has made humans unimaginable conveniences, but also made human beings expand unlimitedly - how long can a ship that has lost its spiritual sustenance and constraints be able to navigate the sea?

Humanity needs faith—he just wants to save more of it but now loses.

"Please don't do it... this is all Tantalus's absurdity." Sili grabbed the hand of the Holy Father and shouted in panic: "You are infallible! The Holy Father! Remember you are infallible!"

Bishop Sili's shout miraculously recalled the sanity of the church. He gasped for a while and pulled out his hands to press them comfortably on Sili's chubby hands. "...This is indeed not my original intention, but it is a crime I must bear." He smiled bitterly: "Look at me, I ignited a handful of flames and hoped that he could bring me warmth to illuminate my path... I ignored his evil deeds because of my personal needs - and now it has finally spread to me. I will taste that unforgettable pain..."

The Pope pulled out a subtle and long air conditioner from his chest, and Fo whispered to Sili, as if he was talking to himself: "But I think I still have time to save it - I can still repent - in my way."

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Two days.

What Lily showed to the researchers at the CDC was the dark valley that was almost integrated with the sky. Their mouths were so hilarious that the little girl was very funny. Although she was as stupid as they saw it when she first saw it, she couldn't say anything and was even surprised. This was one of the lands invested by the Salieri family. She was once taken there by Sonia to beat rabbits. Although the memory was a little blurred, she could still remember that there should be a vast, dense grassland and sparse woods. It had only been a few years since the Salieri family had enough financial resources and weird enough hobbies, but it was against common sense to appear in the sea feet. The cool and humid mixed coniferous forest in the warm and dry southwest of Sardinia.

"It's a miracle of nature," one of the researchers muttered. "Maybe it's because of the monsoon or the terrain - although not rare but wonderful compared to the Peak of St. Beer, which has up to six ecological environments - has no one ever seen it before?"

"This is private land." Lily shrugged.

"Where is the plant you are talking about?" asked another older researcher. "The kind that can inhibit the growth of strong poxvirus?"

If you don't know this little girl well, they will definitely think that she is mentally stimulated - after all, anyone who gets an extremely rogue and funny response after paying such a big price will inevitably lose his mind for a period of time - thus creating irresistible fantasies due to long-term self-psychological hints.

An ancient Sardinian folk remedy? Just kidding - but at this moment of despair, even if these doctors drill holes in their tongues and paint flowers on their skin, they will be willing to dance around the fire in their grass skirts - as long as they can solve the crisis in front of them.

Another reason

Reward - for her courage - people from the outside world must know Sardinia's protection.

"Please come with me," Olga said softly, she led the researchers into the forest where the light was gone. It was as light as an albino squirrel. The thick humus layer that could be buried directly below the knee could not affect her at all: "Follow me, you must turn on the strong light flashlight."

People didn't understand the meaning at first, but soon understood - sporadic white fluorescence appeared in the dark black fallen leaves - it was a delicate and elegant plant. The tongue-shaped petals carved from pure polar ice opened backwards, along with the middle flower and calyx formed a pipe. The slightly drooping flowers stretched outwards. The tops of the same pure and delicate plant. The slender leaves are tightly wrapped around the low stems. Except for a little golden in the depths of the flower, there is no trace of variegation - holy and luxurious, even if used to dedicate the Virgin.

A researcher who had a good study of medicinal plants immediately threw himself on the ground with enthusiasm and carefulness, and unexpectedly opened the wet floating soil. This kind of flower was only the part that people saw. There was nothing underneath the strong, vast, thick, and thick branches. They were not covered by fallen leaves in the floating soil but not at all!

"This is a saprophyte!" he shouted.

Indeed - love darkness, love wetness, so the whole body does not have chlorophyll, so photosynthesis cannot be used to rely on rotten plants to obtain nutrients; its appearance is as pure and flawless as crystal... The precious silver light scattered in the endless darkness tempts people to stop like an evil angel walking in human dreams. But unlike the former, it does not destroy but save - Olga lowers his eyes and follows the shape of his master? (Olga who will be killed after maa...)

...I might not be so afraid of my husband's younger brother... They trust and respect each other so dearly...

Next time try to hold him and kiss a relative on the cheek... (It's great to not escape with your increasing druid character... Olga people want to be realistic.)

Analysis of sampling analysis...Analysis of sampling analysis...Ani and Lily, who are busy as guarantors, naturally got free.

"This...is really okay?" Anne asked quietly.

"... This is what Alex told me." Lily hesitated and decided to tell her that she believed Anne would not be so stupid.

Lily's blind trust in Alex made Anne roll her eyes - "At least the people in the Sallyieri family are fine, this is the best evidence, right?" Lily raised her eyebrows, even if you are a very good partner, she cannot qualify her faith - after 2 hours of silence, Rosalia still refused to summon the holy traces, which caused an uproar. The government's royal family, the Old Testament of the Church of the Church must not repeatedly ask people not to force it too much... This made the little girl Sardinian question the original goal of her belief - why did she choose such a spokesperson?

The brains of the Saint and the Virgin Mary are broken?

"Don't do this next time." Anne rolled up her lips: "You know I was tired of handling the follow-up for you like a mule that grinds three hundred pounds of corn the first day.

”

"Yeah...sorry...thank you." Lily said embarrassedly.

Anne sighed: "You've thought about it really dangerous..." Sardinian newspapers reported the next day that the cause and effect of the incident were detailed, and the only specific photos were an empty sunny street and two slender shadows - Anne and Lily, who belonged to Anne and ** - so lucky.

Lily is not eligible to apply for a media blockade order - that is a privilege for members of the royal family.

"I thought about it." Lily said seriously: "It really came to that point-Anne would lend me money for the sake of her classmates' affection."

“…”

"The surgical hospital in Bevery, the federal federal government of the Western Continent, has a good research on plastic surgery, excellent technology, fast recovery, and strong confidentiality. The only disadvantage is that it is expensive." Lily commented sincerely.

“…Where is your identity certificate qualification?”

"The hospitals in the Western Mainland will issue corresponding certificates... Moreover, my job does not require a high degree of education. And I just need to change a little bit... Annie, do you think my chin is good?"

"…Lily" Annie turned her head: "I was wrong..."

"?"

“…It’s different to having a brain…”

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The plants mentioned in the article - I refer to the crystal orchid, of course, the plants produced by the blood of atonement are naturally different from the original plants. The therapeutic effects are very wide-ranging - if you are interested in the original plants, you can search for Baidu, it is really beautiful and weird...

The above is not counted within the v-word count.

Next, clean up one by one... (To be continued)
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