There was a flash of panic in the Pope's eyes.
Is it finally here?
He had been taken to Sangak twenty-three days ago.
He tried every means to escape along the way, but the people around him stayed close and didn't give him a chance.
I originally thought that I could talk to the emperor directly when I arrived in Sangak.
Unexpectedly, the other party locked him directly in a dark cell.
This prison is too dark, too dark...there is no sunlight.
Meals are delivered through a small passage below, and toilets can also be delivered through this passage.
However, meals are not given at regular intervals. They are given only every now and then. There is no pattern at all. It all seems to depend on mood. As long as they are hungry, they will just fool around.
At first, faced with such an environment and treatment, he was naturally extremely angry.
In his pampered life, this was the first time someone dared to be so unreasonable to him!
Especially when the other country is also one of the dioceses of the church.
He started yelling, kicking and banging on the cell door...
But after three or five days, the anger in my heart began to turn into fear.
Completely surrounded by darkness and silence, this environment makes it impossible for people to survive.
If he hadn't kept praying and occasionally heard guards chatting outside the door, he would have almost gone crazy.
But after surviving the tenth day, he finally began to gradually adapt to the environment and think calmly.
Not eating enough, wasting energy in vain, and making the current situation worse.
The only thing he could do was count the days and wait for the day he would be released.
At the same time, I review in my mind everything that happened before, until today.
Because the outside light was too strong, he was carried with his eyes closed all the way.
I don’t know how long I walked, but I just felt that the light was getting darker.
Trying to open your eyes, a blurry scene from the outside world appeared in front of you.
This is a large hall with an unusual decoration style, a style he has never seen before.
But he was deeply impressed by the blurry figure in front of him.
Golden boots, golden robes, tattoos of dragon-like and snake-like creatures...
"Holy See, we haven't seen you for a long time."
A familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded.
The Pope nodded in a daze.
It was this guy who took the initiative to invade the enemy's country. If he didn't have the divine punishment weapon in his hand, there would be great cooperation value.
Sangak should have been bulldozed by the church long ago!
Wolf ambition, Wolf ambition!
The Pope raised his head and smiled miserably: "You...you are so brave, you dare to lock me in a dark cell for twenty-three days!"
He had gradually begun to adapt to the light in the room, and the face of the person in front of him gradually became clear.
The man in the dragon robe is clearly the King of Wu!
There were several young people beside him, looking at him with mocking expressions.
King Wu's eyes were still as sharp as during the great scene.
However, his temples were already gray.
Hearing the Pope speak, he was slightly startled: "In the dark prison, you actually know that you have been imprisoned for twenty-three days?"
The Pope smiled coldly, without any stage fright: "I have God's blessing. If you treat me like this, you will be punished by God!"
The situation is unclear at the moment, but the other party must be asking for something from him. Even as a prisoner, he has to show some momentum!
Although there was no light in the dark cell and he could not feel the passage of time, he remembered clearly that he had been imprisoned for twenty-three days.
As for how to remember that it is twenty-three days, it is not difficult.
Because...he had erections twenty-three times in the dark.
The lives of high-end people have always been very regular.
There is no sun, but there is still a 'biological clock' that can be used!
Although the performance of the old pointer that has been used for decades has dropped a lot, it should be about 23 days.
As a pope, he has always taken good physical care.
I don’t know how much better it is than the hand flushing abandoned house in later generations that doesn’t even have normal physiological instincts!
King Wu raised his head, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.
In a completely dark environment, he could still accurately know that he had been detained for twenty-three days.
This matter was indeed beyond his comprehension.
It seems that this incompetent Pope still has some merits.
When King Wu came to his senses, he immediately looked at the Pope and said coldly: "Kneel down."
Two guards behind the Pope immediately kicked him in the knees.
His knees softened, and the Pope knelt firmly before King Wu.
"How dare you!" The pope's surprised voice was filled with panic.
King Wu said calmly: "It seems that after being imprisoned for so long, you still haven't learned to recognize the situation. A bereaved dog has no right to stand and talk to me."
"What on earth do you want to do?" The pope's eyes were filled with tears.
There was a smile on King Wu's lips: "It's been so long, do you want to understand who attacked the Holy City?"
"Oh it's you!?"
"No." King Wu slowly shook his head, "The one attacking the Holy City is Dajing, the country that wants to do business with the church."
"How do you know?" The pope's throat kept rolling.
"Because I come from Dajing."
At this moment, the pope's whole body was sweating!
He has never paid much attention to the country of Dajing. What kind of strength can someone who sells goods under the nose of the church have?
But the other party actually led his army to attack the Holy City? And the king of Sangak is also from Dajing.
That means...Sangak is actually under the management of Dajing?
Is Da Jing planning the entire area under the church's rule?
The Pope began to think endlessly...
After thinking for a long time, he finally said with difficulty: "I don't understand. Since you are from Dajing... why would you sell the God's Punishment Weapon to the church?"
King Wu said slowly: "No, you are wrong. Da Jing and I are mortal enemies."
"Dajing has made huge amounts of gold and silver in the country under the rule of the church, and the church naturally cannot take it lightly. Sooner or later, the conflict between the two will break out. I sell you firearms. Naturally, I hope that the church will fight against Dajing. It can provide more resistance and weaken Da Jing’s strength.”
"I just didn't expect that they came so fast and had the courage to attack the Holy City directly. Even I didn't react." King Wu said with a look of disgust on his face, "It must be you, a loser, who provoked them. It’s gross.”
"You are too arrogant. Facing such an opponent, your intelligence can be said to be close to zero."
"Do you really think that the church can run rampant in the world and that you will bow to any country that confronts you? You guys are just a bunch of barbarians in the eyes of Da Jing."
The pope was breathing heavily, and he was beginning to panic. A bad premonition came to his mind.
"Then what do you want to do by bringing me here? I can help you, and we can deal with Da Jing together."
King Wu said contemptuously: "Just you?"
"Of course I need the strength of your men to help me deal with Da Jing, but you... just need to be a dog for me."
"Listen to me, I will give you a way to survive, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
The pope was furious and stood up angrily.
"No...ah!!"
Before he finished speaking, the guard behind him had already swung his heavy scabbard hard at his right leg.
There was a click and the right leg was broken.
The pope fell to the ground again, wailing.
King Wu said coldly: "I am not negotiating with you. Now that Da Jing has re-supported a pope in the Holy City, the six most solid dioceses under your command have stood up and openly opposed it, and are now all in a state of war readiness. "
"Now that the church schism has become a fact, I want you to immediately order the six major dioceses to stop declaring war."
"What on earth do you want to do?" the pope screamed, holding the stump of his leg, his eyes full of fear, and he kept moving backwards instinctively.
King Wu turned a blind eye and murmured: "I... still need time."
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(There are still two chapters, a little later, I am late again and cried)
