Looking at the Pope's attitude, Salman did not understand. Did he say something wrong? Why was the Pope acting like this?
"Why, you still can't figure it out?" Looking at Salman's puzzled eyes, the Pope knew that Salman had not figured it out yet. "There's no harm in telling you. From the beginning, I never thought of starting a war. Now, it's not just the vampires who can't afford it, the church can't afford it either."
This was the truth, and there was nothing to hide.
But this answer was a huge blow to Salman. He thought that no matter what, he would be able to make Lance disappear from the Pope's side, but he did not expect …
"Your Majesty the Pope, if you can't do it, why did you promise me from the beginning?!" The repeated blows made Salman feel like he was in a daze. His body shook involuntarily. After a while, he stabilized his body, but his tone was still a little anxious.
"Promise you?" Looking at Salman, the Pope snorted. This fool who had been blinded by love had probably lost all sense of reason. "If you had told me from the beginning that your purpose was to start a war with the Church, then I would not have accepted your suggestion from the beginning!"
This time, the Pope was not lying. If Salman had said from the beginning that he came to make plans for the war, then the Pope would never have agreed without hesitation.
Although he had a lot of opinions about Lance, compared to the Church of Destruction, those opinions were insignificant.
For a moment, Salman did not know what to say. Indeed, all of this was his guess. The Pope had never said that he would start a war with the vampires.
But weren't they natural enemies? Why …
"Indeed, the church and the vampires are enemies. But don't forget that even the vampires were once the Son of God." The Pope shook his head. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the first vampire, Cain, was indeed the Son of God. After all, his parents were created by the Father.
These words made Salman choke. Although he knew these allusions, hadn't the vampires and the church always been at each other's throats for so many years?!
"Your Highness Salman, now it's my turn to ask you some questions." The Pope smiled. His smile was so holy that it gave Salman the illusion that this person was bathed in holy light and was incomparably holy.
Salman nodded. Although he did not know what the other party wanted to ask, it was not impossible to answer a question. Moreover, he had not given up yet. Since there was still the possibility of using the church in the future, he did not want to make their relationship too tense.
"Actually, Your Highness Salman knew from the very beginning that this would be the result after the news was spread." The Pope sighed. Clearly, he knew what Salman was thinking.
From the very beginning, the other party didn't really want to help the Church. Instead, they wanted to use the Church to achieve their own goals. What they didn't expect was that they didn't buy it at all.
"How … How is this possible? I just want Father Brode to return to the church, and I want to go back to Fort Collins." Only by returning to Fort Collins and returning to his master's side would he have a chance to be with his master.
Hearing such an answer, the Pope's heart was full of disdain. Thinking about this person's possible ending, he felt a little sympathy. "Since Your Highness Salman is still unwilling to tell the truth, then tell the rest to the people who really want to hear it."
Hearing the Pope's words, Salman became alert. Although he didn't know what the Pope meant, he had a bad feeling.
He suddenly got up and was about to leave immediately, but he felt dizzy. At this time, if he still didn't know that he had been tricked, there was really something wrong with his brain.
"Why … did you do this?" Salman couldn't concentrate because of the dizziness, but he still wanted to know the answer.
"I didn't want to do this at first, but Your Highness Salman, since you are still lying and refusing to cooperate, then you should go and see the people who can make you cooperate." The Pope's voice was a little light. He seemed to have said something else, but Salman could no longer hear it.
…
When Salman woke up again, he found himself in a dark and damp space.
The air was filled with a disgusting musty smell. There were no windows in the room, only a door. A faint yellow light came in through the crack of the door.
The surroundings were extremely quiet, but from time to time, there seemed to be the sound of something running, followed by a very soft squeaking sound.
Rats!
This realization made Salman's face turn pale, because he had already guessed what kind of place this was — a dungeon.
After knowing where he was, Salman couldn't help but start to think. Before he fainted, the person beside him was the Pope, which meant that all of this was the Pope's doing. Damn it, he had helped him so much, and not only did he not thank him, he even treated him like this.
Just as he was torturing the Pope in his heart, the door opened.
The sudden influx of light made Salman's eyes lose their function in an instant, and he heard a familiar yet strange man's mocking laughter.
"Who are you!?" Hearing the laughter, Salman's face became extremely ugly. He, a prince, was teased like this. When the people of the Halan Empire came to save him, he must teach them a lesson!
"Who am I?" The other party heard his words and asked with a playful tone. When this person spoke, Salman found that he was more familiar with this voice!
"Who are you? Don't you know that kidnapping nobles is a felony!?" Indeed, kidnapping nobles and members of the royal family in the Halan Empire was a crime punishable by beheading.
However, all of this was in the Halan Empire, and it was not a crime here. Moreover, Salman was only a noble in the Halan Empire.
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