If the time of Laurend's death is not embarrassing and they are completely unprepared, then it will be troublesome. It is foreseeable that the nun in black who loves Laurend deeply will definitely take matters into her own hands.

"I have survived a severe cold winter, and I may not be able to survive another one...but for the sake of the stability of the Theocracy, I will work hard to support the war in the Civita region and the noble turmoil in Codezonn before I fall."

Summer is coming to an end, and the harvest autumn is approaching. The heat of late summer and early autumn has dissipated, and the cold that comes after the coolness will harvest all living things on the earth.

"Winter...it's about half a year away."

Lu Yu asked further about the two major events that Laurend mentioned.

"If my guess is correct, this is the beginning of the turmoil between Solon and Codzon... The wheels of history are rolling, but unfortunately they are not moving forward, but retreating..."

Lulu thought for a while: "It's good to go backwards. Back to the glorious era, there is such a good thing!"

"But what if we don't go back to the glorious era, but go back to before the disaster of the Infested Spirit?"

There was silence in the room. Lu Yu, who was not familiar with that period of history, instinctively felt that that era was not very wonderful.

"For the future of the Theocracy, I will do everything possible to delay aging and take away my life. The God of Glory will definitely satisfy this trivial wish of mine... I will leave the rest to you."

Fatigue struck again, and Laurend's eyelids trembled with fatigue. He yawned, and then waved to Lu Yu, gesturing for him to come closer.

"Next time you come, please bring the mist demon, Sigrid, and Xu Hu, who is eating and drinking with you... My place has not been so lively for a long time... Tell them, I will prepare gifts for them."

Lu Yu nodded in agreement, feeling a little sad in his heart.

At this moment, Laurent was not the pope who cared about the Theocracy, but an old man who knew death, saw through it, and peacefully enjoyed his last days.

And all he wanted was for his room to be more lively.

The Papal Tower represents the seat of the highest authority of the Theocracy. Countless people look up to it, see the rights and power attached to it, and imagine the scene of sitting in it and giving orders. They long for it, and they chase it.

Laurent, who had been sitting in the papal position for more than eighty years, could not see these things. At this moment, Lu Yu could not see power and power either. What they saw was... coldness.

This is a position where you must be lonely if you want to do well.

Because it is too painful and tiring, countless people throughout the ages have chosen the brisk way to enjoy the value it brings to themselves.

Only those who regard this position as a job know what this position actually represents.

Laurent chose a rough road, and it took him a lifetime.

Now that his life has entered a countdown, Laurent has used his power to seek personal gain for himself. This symbolic place that should have summoned the senior leaders of the Theocracy and met with the leaders of other countries will become a place where he can enjoy the joy of being a human being.

"The God of Glory...will definitely not blame me..." Laurend closed his eyelids gently and fell asleep in exhaustion.

The nun in black is still guarding him.

This has been happening for eighty years and is not uncommon.
Chapter completed!