"Your Highness, please wait, Archbishop Pablo will come soon."

After Romney left the altar of the Mirsilan Mine, he brought his own guard to the Holy Holy Church's residence.

As the Holy Son of the Holy See who was personally baptized by the Pope, Romney's status in the Holy See is above all the Archbishops in the Holy See.

Logically speaking, Bablo could not allow Romney to wait for the newly appointed Archbishop of the Principal of Violet.

But he arranged for someone to take Romney to a hall, and after it was placed, he ignored it.

Time passed quickly, and Romney waited in the hall from 2pm.

He waited until supper time and did not show up.

Romney knew this.

Babulo is giving his own sage son a warning.

As the saying goes, one mountain does not allow two tigers. Babulo, who is responsible for the demon suppression incident here, doesn't think he wants to let Romney, the Holy Son, airborne and snatch away the demon suppression mission he has in his hands.

Although it is difficult to deal with the devil suppression, there will always be cultists. Even if there is not, arrangements can be made.

But if Romney takes over, he will not care about Babullo's affairs, whether it is good or bad.

Babullo must have used the method of dragging the word.

If he wanted to get through the trick, Romney didn't stop.

He left the camp and left amid the doubtful eyes of the church knights and pastors.

As soon as Romney left, the intelligent priest ran to Bablo and told him about it.

"Really left?"

Bablo was drinking scarlet wine and enjoying the massage of several nuns.

At this time, when he heard the pastor's words, he raised his eyes and laughed.

"Little hairy kid is a little hairy kid. If you can't hold back, what about the Holy Son?"

Babulo sneered, looking confident in grasping the situation.

"Architect, do you say, will the Son tell the Pope?"

Next to the pastor who reported the news, another pastor was standing with him. He spoke at this time. He was a little worried that Romney would fight back and come back.

"What are you afraid of?"

"Even if the Pope holds accountable, I will be fine if I rude away from the cult's difficulty."

"But if that boy took over this matter, I wouldn't be able to get any benefits."

"Besides, what kind of cult is there in this ghost place?"

"Can some corpses buried under the mine be called cult?"

"With an altar, there will be a cult?"

"The mediocre people disturb themselves."

"If you want me to tell me, I won't have to wait these days."

"Just push a few slaves out, just say that they were burned by cultists."

"Let me stay here for so long."

"It's better to go back to the Principality of Violet earlier and continue to be my native emperor."

The old god Pablo was drinking fine wine and enjoying the service of the beautiful nun, and had no intention of doing things seriously.

He even complained about dissuading the priest who was with him who had just arrived here.

In his opinion, there is a nonsense cult here.

If there were indeed any, the Holy See would have run away long ago as soon as the Holy See arrived.

It is completely meaningless to stay for ten days and half a month.

Not only that, this camp also waited for Romney, the Holy See.

In Bablo's mind, this time the matter was really not done well.

It should have been a long time since a few slaves were released to burn things.

"this…."

When he heard Babulo's arrogant and arrogant words, the pastor dared not refute it at any time, but he did not agree with it in his heart.

The Holy Church has the dignity and laws of the Holy Church. Even if there are countermeasures, you must do face and effort.

If it is really like Bablo and leaves just after coming, it will definitely be thoroughly investigated.

Once you check it out, any of the things that Babulo has done over the years will be exposed.

All the accomplices and minions will die together.

The pastor who was with him didn't want to go to heaven so early, he wanted to stay in the world for a few more years.

"Don't do this, that."

"Get out quickly, I'm going to have fun with these beauties!"

Babulo was already impatient when he said this.

Put down the wine glass, stood up and kicked the priest next to him a few feet, leaving only the nuns who were giggling and watching Pablo as he was extremely anxious.

"Bang"

"Hehe~"

"Haha, ah, itchy~~"

….

As soon as the gate of the prayer room where Bablo is located was closed, a laughing and flirting voice came from inside immediately.

The two priests who were kicked each other while standing outside the door looked at each other and pretended not to hear.

Such dirty things of nuns and bishops who violate taboos are contrary to the laws of the Holy See.

Although the Holy Church does not restrict the marriage of pastors and nuns, it restricts dereliction of duty and lust between superiors and subordinates during office.

Babulo ignored things that others care very much.

Even many archbishops of the Principality who are as powerful as Babulo are the same.

They are like local emperors.

Someone welcomes the powerful palaces and returns to the sub-chapel to serve.

Money is easy to obtain, and beauty surrounds it.

Life is like being in heaven.

It is normal for such people to be unable to do things.

The pastor who was in charge of the attendance thought so, but he was very respectful and guarded outside the door of the prayer room where Babulo was.

Whenever he heard something wrong in his ears, he just couldn't hear it.

The same is true for another pastor.

The sun soon darkened.

Romney returns to his magic experiment RV.

I felt disgusted with the shortcomings of current affairs again.

Fifteen years of palace life.

He has seen many people, is a nobleman who dares to deceive his superiors and subordinates.

But he never thought that even the Holy Church was the same.

Some were angry at the erosion of these borers.

Before he could breathe, Romney remembered Alan Sid, the left arm and right arm that looked like a lurker.

Then I remembered the Evil Spirit Sect, the Heavenly Driver, and the protagonists who were hiding in the making of wind and waves.

For a moment, my head was as big as a fight and my mind was confused.

"No, if this continues, sooner or later, one day you will be unable to hold back."

"Is there no way to solve the current problem?"

Romney shook his head, trying to let go.

But as soon as I was free, I kept thinking about it.

I recall the Pakken who was destroyed by myself, the intrigued mentors who were obsessed with research, the Heavenly Driver, the Evil Spirit Sect I met along the way, and the borers inside the Holy Church.

Romney was really tired.

He thought that with his intelligence and intelligence, he should be able to solve these things with ease.
To be continued...