St. Paul's attention was immediately attracted, and he greeted everyone one by one, saying: "Everyone, there is no need to be polite, please take a seat."

As he said that, he walked to a chair near the fireplace and sat down.

Lorraine looked back and wanted to find a place to sit down.

St. Paul snorted coldly and said: "I didn't say you can sit down~!"

Lorraine couldn't help but be stunned, glanced at him awkwardly, and cursed in his mind: What does this old guy want to do?

He hesitated for a moment, thinking about whether to ignore the old guy and sit down carelessly aside, but then he felt as if there was a pair of beautiful and clear eyes behind him, staring at him. At that moment, he decided to give himself a little advantage to his father-in-law.

Son's face.

Saint Paul sat on a chair, resting his head on his hands, looking at Lorraine coldly.

What kind of person is Lord Luo? At that moment, he acted like a dead pig that is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He also remained silent and had already made a plan in his heart. If this old guy dared to harm himself, he would seek revenge from his daughter when he returned home.

Come back and add three times the interest of the donkey's rolling.

Just when Lord Luo was having his ambitions and had wild imaginations, he heard St. Paul say in a deep voice: "I have already asked the experts who specialize in the study of the Holy Scriptures the question you mentioned."

Lorraine was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself: It was obviously a prosecution case, but now the old guy said it was a 'problem'.

This is good news~!

You must know that Lord Luo is also a senior official of the imperial government.

He knows that whenever something needs to be done in a big way, no need to ask, it must be something like a warm trip to the countryside, or something as trivial as sesame seeds and mung beans.

And any matter that needs to be quieted down and handled in a low-key manner is definitely a big deal. Or it is something that everyone can't handle and just put it aside.

He snorted noncommittally.

Seeing the expression on his face, St. Paul couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, and then continued: "They told me that this... this is indeed a problem."

Lorraine couldn't help curling her lips secretly, and thought to herself: Of course this is a problem, and it is a big, big problem.

Back then, in our place, there were many bastards who were full of food and supported themselves. In order to be famous and cause trouble, they took this issue and ran to the court to file a complaint.

And later, there was a brainless congressman who said that there were too many disasters on the earth and they were all the result of the elder brother not protecting his younger brother. He wanted to sue the elder brother in court for his administrative inaction.

With all conscience, he is a genuine American congressman. This has to make people wonder whether the people who elected him as congressmen really have IQ problems. Or, they deliberately selected such a guy and then...

Just watch the joke. After all, one of the functions of those congressmen is to make jokes.

St. Paul found himself in a much better mood after finally admitting the problem and facing it bravely.

He crossed his hands and put them in front of him, then sat up, looked at Lorraine, and said: "Now the people in the Holy Scripture Compilation Department have become a mess, and they are desperately trying to find ways to make up for this problem.

Congratulations, Earl.

For thousands of years, even the High Priest of the Undead has not been able to do something, but you have done it easily."

Lorraine's eyes widened in surprise and said: "The High Priest of the Undead is also a literary editor? But I haven't heard of any periodicals they publish~!"

"No!" Saint Paul shouted angrily, "He has been trying to disrupt the Holy See for thousands of years, but he has never done it!

But you...

But you suddenly shook the foundation of the Holy See~!

If God is also a sinner, then why do people still believe in God? Is it against the law and morality to follow him?"

In anger, he waved his fists and roared loudly. The white hair on his head was flying in the wind, looking like a white-haired lion.

Lorraine couldn't help but take a step back and murmured: "No, no, why are you so loud..."

But St. Paul still ignored him at all, waving his fists and roaring loudly for a long time. If nothing else, just what Lorraine and the others had been doing here in the past few days was enough to arouse his anger.

His violent roar resounded throughout the room and lasted for a long time.

The attendants standing outside the door couldn't help but quietly opened the door a small crack and looked inside.

And Lester sat in his seat, watching this scene expressionlessly, sighing in his heart: If nothing else, just seeing this majestic Pope roaring here is already worth the money.

.

If this scene could be recorded so that all mages could see it...

Will I become the number one magister in history?

…”

Vera was still staring at the gorgeous chandelier, and she was very suspicious: It was such a beautiful thing, why did the young master say it was not valuable?

Leo's big eyes were wandering around, and he was groping around: Is there anything else here that I can grab?

Xiaobai yawned on the side, then took another apple from his pocket, wiped it hard twice on the silk cloth on his back, then yawned and stuffed it into his mouth.

This bunch of people!＠#￥&#￥x.

They didn’t take the majestic Pope seriously at all~!

St. Paul screamed for a long time, but finally lost his strength and stopped panting.

He calmed down, then looked at Lorraine, let out a long sigh, and said, "Now, tell me, what exactly do you want to do?"

Lorraine realized that he had just roared at her for a long time, which made her ears deafen. She reached out and picked her ears, and then said: "Actually, I don't want anything, I just want to uphold justice."

He said seriously, "This is a matter of principle."

St. Paul sneered and said: "What a bullshit matter of principle~! If others say this, I still believe it.

But you, the majestic Governor of Nai'an, known as 'the sky is three feet high, the earth is seven minutes thin, the skin is left when the tiger passes by, the hair is plucked by the goose, the peas are taken from the quail crop, and the fur is peeled off by the armpits of ants, Lorraine Lo

Sir.

You said, you are a guy who is obsessed with money, and you tell me a matter of principle. Do you believe it yourself?"

Although Lorraine has always been thick-skinned than the city wall, under his scorching gaze, he couldn't help but be a little embarrassed and said: "Your Majesty, what do you want?"

St. Paul said: "No, I should say, what do you want?

If the person who came to complain today was an ordinary person, without my order, someone would have already declared him a heretic, thrown him into the Inquisition, or burned him alive.

Or, declare him a mentally unsound leper and throw him into an isolation hospital. By the way, no one in that isolation hospital can survive more than three months. No one, you know what I mean?

?”

Lorraine couldn't help but thought to herself: Damn~! What's the point? I did the same thing in Nai'an. It's just not as wasteful as you. Those people are also laborers after all, and they are all sweating profusely in the quarry to make money for me~!

If we really want to talk about it, you are not as good as me~!

But he didn't say it explicitly.

St. Paul glared at Lorraine angrily, and then continued: "Now tell me, what do you want to do to prevent us from causing trouble?

Do you want money? How much? One hundred thousand? Two hundred thousand? One million?"

When Lorraine heard the numbers he mentioned casually, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart: The Holy See is really fat!

Any hush money you can get is worth one hundred thousand yuan. Just this amount is enough for me to sell salt for many days~!

Just like those who have just gone abroad, when they encounter dollars or British pounds, they habitually convert them into banknotes first.

Although Lord Luo is making a lot of money every day now, when he first sold salt, he was used to it. Once he encountered a relatively large amount of money, he habitually converted it into table salt first.

Then Lorraine saw the mocking look flashing in St. Paul's eyes. She was startled for a moment, and then woke up.

He calmed down, then felt some difficulty breathing and pulled his collar, and said with difficulty: "This is not a question of money."

St. Paul sneered and said: "All the problems in the world are ultimately about money. But for the Holy See, as long as it is about money, all problems are not a problem~!

I say this, do you understand?

Now tell me, how much do you want?"

Lorraine took a deep breath and said: "I don't want money. We want Hilmeria to be the next pope."

St. Paul's mind buzzed, and he lost his voice: "What did you say?"

Lorraine looked at it and hurriedly changed her words and said: "Well, that's the case. We want Hilmeria, the great and holy hair of the gods, your daughter to take over your banner and lead the people to continue to fight in the world.
Chapter completed!