Chapter 484
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Inner wall. St. Paul's Monastery.
"I heard that he didn't manage the 9th region these days. He didn't do anything but immerse himself in his alchemy room all day long." In a dark torture room filled with all kinds of strange torture tools, the elder of the Department of Punishment lazily leaned against the main chair and said as if nothing had happened.
As he spoke, a suppressed groan of pain came from the front. A sturdy young man was hanging there. His whole body was covered with scars, burns, stab wounds, whiplash wounds, cuts, and so on. Even the epidermis of his abdomen had been cut open, softly rolling up to his navel, revealing the bloody flesh inside. If the cut had been a little deeper, the internal organs in his stomach would have fallen out.
Francis replied respectfully, "According to the information from the shadow, he has given up all the power to the former secretary of the elder, Eagle Eye, and the fourteen councilors. They will vote to make the decision."
"He called himself 'Devil King' when he first took office. He should have done a big job. But how come he suddenly became a hands-off boss?" The elder glanced at him.
Francis bowed his head: "I have inquired about it. He suddenly gave up power after an incident. It is possible that this incident changed his mind."
"Oh?"
"It's just a small incident. The Pope gave him a mission to assassinate a member of the Order of Druidism as per usual, but he personally led the team. As far as I know, if it's this small incident that changed his mind, there could be two reasons. First, he contacted the member of the 'nature order' and changed his mind. Second, the Pope took this opportunity to cultivate a Knight of Light. But the Knight of Light happened to be a member of his former enemy family. He was dissatisfied with it so he gave up. "
The elder from the Punishment Department raised his eyebrows slightly and revealed a smile on his face. "So that's how it is. Looks like that old fellow, Miller, has also realized the reason why we sent him to be an elder. Haha, we purposely used his past enemies to anger him and wear down his will. It would be even better if we could force him to stomp on the ground and directly get rid of him. This old fellow, he really has a good plan."
Francis secretly looked at the elder: "Elder, do you mean that the Pope doesn't want to retire and let him replace him?"
"He has been the Pope for more than 20 years. I think he is used to being respected by thousands of people." The elder from the Department of Punishment smiled indifferently. "He knows that with this kid's potential, he will definitely be trained by us. Sooner or later, he will replace him. Hehe, what a fool!"
Francis thought for a moment: "Should I send someone to inform him so that he can perform well?"
"No need." "If he can't even take a small blow, how can he be the Pope in the future? After all, he's still too young. He used to love theurgy, but now that he's given some power to be in charge of others, he's not used to it yet. Let's wait for him to wake up and taste the taste of power. He'll work hard. Although it'll be a little late, it's also a kind of experience."
"Yes, sir," Francis replied.
"However, Millham, that old thing, is disobedient. Let's teach him a lesson. Otherwise, he'll think that we're all blind." The corner of the elder's mouth revealed a hint of coldness. "You know what to do, right?"
Francis felt a chill in his heart and said in a low voice, "I understand."
"Go." The elder waved his hand.
Francis didn't dare to hesitate. He quickly turned around and left.
The elder smiled and looked at the hanging young man in front of him: "You have rested for a long time. Have you thought about it?"
The young man closed his eyes. His face was covered with blood. He struggled to breathe and didn't answer.
"There is no mouth that I can't pry open." The elder smiled faintly and said, "As long as you are willing to tell me the formula, all of your pain will disappear. You will also have a large amount of money and beauties to enjoy until you die in your old age. You know me, I always keep my word. What's the point of persisting here? The Demonic Creature Research Institute won't accept your kindness!"
The corner of the young man's mouth twitched, and he slowly opened his eyes. His eyes were full of exhaustion. He glanced at him and said slowly, "Dog of the One God Sect, you want to get the formula of the Abyss. Why don't you go to the God Nation and ask for it yourself?
The elder narrowed his eyes and shook his head with a smile. "I like people like you. It's challenging." Then he snapped his fingers.
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Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Dean came out of the alchemy room. Neuss was well aware of the time when Dean would come out so he prepared the breakfast in advance. He personally tasted the food and confirmed that it was not poisonous before giving it to Dean.
Dean read the newspaper while eating breakfast. He wanted to understand the recent changes. From the information in the newspaper, it seemed that the military had recovered a bit. They were ready to continue to expel barbarians to the radiation wilderness outside the fortress.
Dean's eyes lit up as he quietly finished breakfast. He asked Neuss to bring his armor: "How long will it take to polish the weapon?"
"I heard from the masters that the material is too hard. It will take a few days to insert the handle." Neuss replied.
Dean didn't expect it to be so fast: "Supervise them and ensure the quality."
"Yes."
Dean wore the armor and kneaded the face of an ordinary youth. He put on the mask and left.
Hawkeye who was in the hall on the first floor came forward: "Elder, what are you doing?"
"I'm going out." Dean's footsteps didn't stop as he left the 9th region.
A few hours later.
Dean's figure appeared on the giant wall. He flew along the spacious aisle and went straight to the western corner of the giant wall. He flew down in advance as he was about to reach the western corner. He retracted his wings after landing and rushed to the western corner.
The sun was hanging high in the sky. It was a rare sunny day. He glanced around but didn't see Aisha's figure. Obviously he was one step ahead of her.
He didn't mind. He casually found a clean rock and sat down, waiting quietly.
"There are a lot of monsters around here." Dean casually looked around. If it wasn't for his excellent self-preservation ability, he would have been scared to find a place to hide. There were huge red figures exuding exuberant heat in the surrounding area. Judging from the local concentration of heat, they were not inferior to senior hunters such as Sergei. Most of them were level 30 or so monsters.
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