The Temple of Olympus is definitely magnificent. It is the most magnificent palace in the human world. Even several empire kingdoms cannot be compared with it, which shows the appeal of religion.

The problem is that the Pope did not receive him in the main hall, but in the inner hall of a very private nature. Of course, Caesar's trip was not official, and few people knew about it.

When he arrived at the door, Kalinina turned against the naughty little girl on the road and became holy and solemn, very respectful and worshipful. Caesar himself did not believe in God, but did not interfere with other people's freedom of faith and expressed respect.

There was a person in the room that Caesar could feel, but it was just that. A person, such a simple and fulfilling concept, seemed a bit lacking for a master in a field.

There is no doubt that this is an ordinary room. Compared with the gorgeous palaces around it, it is nothing, and it does not have any sacred attributes. The extraordinary ones are the people inside.

"Your Highness, please come in, Nina, go out and let them prepare."

Down."

Caesar stepped into the house, which was a mysterious feeling. The moment he stepped into the house, it seemed as if he had broken through time and space. He met the Pope, one of Maya's top entitlements.

The house was simple and a little simple, and it was strange for a moment. In front of Caesar, there was an old man who said that the old man was a little praised, wearing white clothes and wrinkles on his face. Fortunately, his complexion was pretty good, otherwise he would be like an ordinary old man.

"Your Highness, please sit down, ahem."

The pope couldn't help but coughed a few times. Caesar sat down naturally and had no choice. There was only a wooden chair here, and the pope rarely showed up. Since the War of the God Moon, it seems that the people who handle the affairs of the saints and the Templars were handled. The speculations about the pope were even more strange. Some even suspect that the pope was actually a woman. Of course, these rumors are self-defeating now, and Caesar never cared about these gossips.

The pope's coughing didn't seem to be pretending, and it was unnecessary. Caesar subconsciously wanted to try his angel wings, but instead smiled. The pope was Maya's strongest angel magician, so he wasn't he showing off his skills.

It seemed as if I understood what Caesar was thinking, "Are you a little disappointed? The Pope is not a powerful man in the field, but a bad old man who is in his twilight years."

There were two people in the room. One Pope, the highest ruler of the largest holy god-moon sect, an old man, an ordinary old man, the magician sword saints could not hide the momentum in their bones if they wanted to hide their strength. But the Pope could.

Another, a young man, the prince of the Kingdom of Cagliari, was also an ordinary young man, except for his handsome appearance, and could not tell anything special.

But these two people can turn their hands into clouds and rain in Maya, but when they meet for the first time, they are chatting.

"fine."

A calm smile appeared on the Pope's face, fortunately. No one dared to say this in front of him for many years.

"Do you believe in God?"

The Pope asked suddenly, asking for some clues. However, in front of Maya's greatest theories, Caesar shook his head.

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"Haha, I don't believe it."

silence……

Caesar was pretty good, and there were few things that could surprise him, but after seeing the Pope for a while, several things had already surprised him.

The world is so great that there are countless strange people. Obviously, the Pope is one of them.

The greatest divine lord said that he did not believe in God, and if this was spread, it would definitely be... no one believed it.

"I'm very strong." The pope said with his turbid eyes looking at his hands, as if he was talking to himself or to Caesar.

Caesar nodded, he had no doubt about this. The Pope was one of the only powerful men he had seen.

"But I will die, and it won't last too long."

Caesar didn't say anything. The Pope took the initiative to come to him this time, so there must be something important. Moreover, it is probably a private matter that he avoided so much. He said so many "rebellious" words from the beginning, which further illustrates the outrageous things that followed.

The pope paused and looked at Caesar again, "There was once a peasant's son who was determined to become a magician. After a little hardship, he became, an amazing magician, but he was not satisfied with being a magician, but he was just a son of a peasant land. Therefore, with the Divine Moon Sect and with the Pope today, he thought he had mastered his destiny, but one day he found that everything in the land was just a joke of fate, and it was time for him to repay it soon."

"Dear Pope, the Sea tribe does not have much advantage." Caesar couldn't help but say.

The pope showed a disdainful expression on his lips, "It would be great if it were those brainless shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Unfortunately, it wasn't. I asked you to come this time. One of the things is that I won't be there for the martial arts competition with the sea clan."

As the Pope, it can be said that it is a beacon in the minds of countless believers that they are not going to be present in such an important occasion. Caesar was also very curious, but he did not ask.

"If you don't talk about it at this time, sooner or later you will know that you are also a part of your destiny."

"What is fate?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't be a pope. How old do you think I am?" The pope nagged like an ordinary person, and even if someone saw it, he would think it was an illusion.

The Pope looks really old enough, but no one knows the Pope's true identity and age. Anyway, the God Moon Cult is so rapid and fierce that the God Moon War became the largest Mayan sect, which of course represents the justice side.

"More than one hundred?"

Even if the Pope said that he was two hundred years old, Caesar would not be too surprised. After all, there is nothing impossible for a strong man in this state.

The pope's expression was a little self-deprecating, "Forty-six."

Caesar didn't know what to say,...forty-six...

"Although forty-six, people are old and their hearts are old. Caesar, how about we make a deal?"

"Listen attentively!"

"Karinina is my only daughter. I want you to guarantee the existence of the Divine Moon Cult. Ensure she becomes the female pope of the Divine Moon Cult!"

The Pope's words were a bit inexplicable and even a bit absurd. Caesar felt that there was no need to refute anything, but vaguely, something had already happened.

"Why is it me? Actually, the Ottoman Empire has more dominance."

"Because she is closer to you, and I am optimistic about you too!"

"Can."

The two looked at each other for a while before the Pope slowly stepped on the chair, "Very good. As for my return, it will be proved by time." The Pope smiled self-deprecatingly, "It is worth it to be cannon fodder like this. These things will be buried in his heart forever. Kalinina knows nothing."

Caesar knew that the Pope had hidden a lot of things. He might know a lot of things, but he couldn't say it out. Even in his position, there were some uncontrollable things.

He couldn't ask, at least it would be beneficial to him no matter how he looked at it, but Caesar vaguely remembered a man or a monster.

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The content of the secret talks between Caesar and the Pope will be sealed forever by time. No one except the parties involved will know that the Pope has no guarantee of Caesar, as if everything is controlled by some kind of force.

Only Kalinina knew that Caesar had a brief conversation with the Pope, and then Caesar came out and Caesar said nothing.

Seeing that his purpose had been accomplished, the Pope also agreed to his purpose. But he needed to rest today. As the strong man at that time, Caesar had the envy of others. Neither the Pope nor the holy Osalotti had Caesar's youth and vitality. The tenacious vitality was what these strong man envied, and a promise was reached between them. However, this agreement began after the Pope's death, as if the Pope had predicted his own time and death.

Sometimes the course of history is decided by a private conversation of a few people.

In the room, Cao was still eating constantly. After seeing Caesar, he grinned, "These people really enjoy it. There are so many delicious snacks, but unfortunately Didi didn't come. I have to bring some when I go back."

A maid next to him trembled a little when she heard Kao's moment. I wonder if Kao's belly scared her little sister. When Caesar came, the maid respectfully retreated.

Compared to the simple place of the Pope, their residence was extremely luxurious. It was originally prepared for the VIPs. The agreement just now did not bother Caesar too much. According to Yisha's evaluation, Caesar was a very simple person in some aspects, but he could make the most correct attitude just right.

Mida Braso sat alone in the corner with his eyes closed, without saying a word, Kao chewing dried fruit, Mida hasn't spoken yet."

Caesar sat relaxed and ate a few fleshs, which were indeed delicious. In Olympus, you can eat the delicious foods from all over the world. This is the advantage of the Divine Church.

"Mida, how do you think I am?"

Midabraso opened his eyes and was strong!”

"I know what I think every time I fail?"

Midabraso shook his head, a little surprised by what Caesar said "every time".

"To be honest, that feeling was very unhappy and even a little helpless, so I decided to try to fail as little as possible in the future and know how not to fail?"

Midabraso shook his head.

“Just fail a few more times.”

Midabraso is a bit terrible.

"Yugal did what I wanted to do, and I would like to thank him. You can play in this martial arts competition, but your opponent will not be the Sea Dragon King, unless... he takes the initiative to invite you to fight."

Midabraso's hand was hard to explain, and it was difficult to explain, but Caesar's words made him understand.

"Do you know, why do you want to fight Carraso so much?"

"revenge!"

"I'm wrong, because you're scared!"

"Fear?"

"Yes, your progress is very fast, but you know that you are no match for him at all. Carraso is like a mountain pressing against you, so if you want to fight him as soon as possible, death is also a kind of relief. At that time, you don't have to think about anything and bear anything. This is an escape. If it's just this level, I'm really worth it for the Sword Saint of Raikunin!"

A hot light burst out from Midabraso's eyes, but his heart was cold. He worked hard every day, as if there was always a shadow pressing him. Yes, it was Carraso. Deep in his heart, he was a little timid.

Who is the Sea Dragon King Carraso? He is the number one master of the sea clan and an invincible figure in the world. His master tried his best but only caused him a little injury. How could he defeat the other party?

Time?Young?

The sea dragon tribe lives much longer than humans, and as they grow older, their strength also increases, and they are far ahead of the peak period of humans.

After a long time, Midabraso calmed down, "What should I do?"

"Ask yourself!"

Midabraso stopped talking, but his whole body became a little different.

Kao laughed, "Boss, I can't tell that your eloquence is so good. Hehe."

Caesar looked at Cao, who was full of mouth and was also a little envious. Not everyone could be as happy as him.

"I will have a battle with the pope tomorrow. Do you want to see it?"

"think!"
To be continued...