When William carried the original goods to his cabin to rest, it was only five o 'clock in the morning in London. However, it was six o' clock in the morning in Rome. For most Romans, it was too early.
In this country where people had to be late for work for an hour or so before arriving at work and taking being late for granted, other than working out, it was impossible to expect people to wake up early at this time.
However, today was a little special. Somewhere in the city of Rome, thousands of people gathered in a small town, waiting for the Church of Light to hold a ceremony to elect a new leader.
As the host of the ceremony, the leader of the Ascetic Group, Strauss, asked Siman, who had become his assistant, with a face full of worry and uneasiness.
"His Holiness still hasn't replied to us?"
Ten minutes ago, they received news that four candidates for the Church of Light had disappeared from their residence.
This caused the Church of Light, who was waiting to elect a new leader, to be in a mess.
"No," Siman shook his head and looked at the worried Strauss. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "The latest report said that half an hour ago, His Holiness and Wilson had an unidentified young man with a yacht on the yacht.
With the yacht parked in the English Channel, His Majesty might not have time to care about us. "
"Shut up, Siman. You've been blinded by your own stupidity and ignorance," Strauss, who was also flustered, said with an affirmative expression on his face.
"Even we were able to notice John Wick's abnormality. It doesn't make sense that His Holiness couldn't. Perhaps, he's waiting for the devils to take action. His target is not the ordinary devils that we're concerned about."
"Yes, please forgive my rudeness, Your Excellency." Hearing Strauss's words, Siman hurriedly nodded and admitted his mistake.
However, only God knew what he was really thinking.
"Then, do we still need to send people to help the secular guards and police find the four kidnapped candidates?"
Strauss was silent. After a long time, he said, "I have a feeling that the ones who kidnapped the four candidates are probably not humans, but demons.
Their purpose is to divide the manpower that we have to protect John Wick. "
"But the four bishops are all candidates for the new Hierarch. Are we really going to have to choose a new Hierarch after the election?"
"If all of this is unavoidable, then it is God's will, and it is a test for us."
"How about …"
Before Siman could finish, Strauss shook his head and said, "We're already members of the Holy Light Knights. It's impossible for us to get involved in the secular world and become the only candidates."
"But with the current situation, only you have the right to do so," Siman said anxiously.
"Have you thought about it, Siman?" Strauss asked with a solemn expression. "Once I become the only candidate, what would the other bishops think?
What's even more frightening is what His Majesty Devonshire will think. "
After Strauss finished speaking, he silently returned to the huge cross and knelt down to pray, "For the future of the Hardship Group and the Knights of Holy Light, I reject your suggestion."
"Yes, Your Excellency."
Siman, who had been convinced, bowed to Strauss and slowly left.
To Strauss, what he said just now was sincere, but there was one more thing he didn't say, and it was also the most important thing.
That was the lifespan that William had mentioned before.
People lived for nothing more than fame and fortune, but fame and fortune paled in comparison to lifespan.
Strauss was already over 70 years old, and had recovered a lot of his vitality from the Holy Light released by William. He had experienced a new life.
His only thought now was to follow William and spread the Holy Light. At the same time, he wanted to live a little longer.
Besides, other than William, he had no other choice.
After praying for two hours, he didn't get any response from the Angels or Heaven. While he was disappointed, he was also more determined to follow William.
Fifteen centuries ago, there was no such thing as an angel in the Church of Light. Until one day, when a man with white wings appeared, the legend of the angel began to spread from the mouths of the believers. Only then did the statue of the angel officially enter the church.
Since the Angels could suddenly appear, they could also disappear. Perhaps it was time to change his opinion and find someone new. Dang, dang, dang.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Strauss hurriedly shook his head to get rid of this thought. He knelt on the mat and silently confessed in a hurried tone.
In a dungeon two kilometers away from Strauss, Irsov, who was only in his early twenties, not only had a head of white hair, but he also looked at least twenty years older.
Seeing Irsov come in with a soldering iron, the four candidates held their crosses and said loudly, "Demon, if you confess your sins now, God might still forgive you."
Hearing this, Irsov threw away the soldering iron in his hand and took off his hood, revealing his pale and bloodless face. "Sorry, if God really exists, then he won't care about my past sins, but what I'm about to do next."
"Heh, heh, heh." Seeing that the Church of Light's Pope was so scared that his face turned pale, Irsov let out a sharp and hoarse laugh.
"Do you know why I've become like this?"
Stretching out his pale hand and looking at his five claw-like fingernails, Irsov said proudly and crazily, "As long as I complete Lord Mephisto's mission, I'll be able to gain more power.
Not only will I be able to avenge John Wick, who should have gone to Hell but was blessed by Gabriel, but I'll also be able to get rid of William Devonshire, who is revered by everyone. "
"Father, I'll definitely avenge you, definitely." Irsov, who had a crazed look on his face, grabbed the iron bars. As traces of decay appeared on his face, the iron bars that he was holding slowly oxidized and rusted.
In the end, it turned into a lump of rust and leaked out from the gaps in his palm.
"Do you see? This is the power that Lord Mephisto gave me. "Irsov shook off the rust in his hand and roared loudly," I'm the Corroder, John Wick. I'll rot him into a pile of pus and personally drag you to Hell. "
At this moment, John Wick was getting up and washing up. From the reflection in the mirror, although this guy had lost a lot of weight, his face was more rosy, and his eyes were no longer as dispirited and depressed as when his wife passed away. Instead, he gave people the feeling that he had been reborn.
"Ding ling ling, ding ling ling."
A phone call came from the living room. John Wick quickly left the bathroom and picked up his phone. When he saw that the caller ID was marked as Helen, the corner of his mouth crooked and revealed a big smile.
He pressed the answer button and said in a gentle tone, "Hello, Helen, are you ready?"
"I'm sorry, John, I might not be able to have breakfast with you." The female voice on the other end of the phone explained in an equally gentle voice.
"I just received a notice from the bank. It seems that something unexpected has happened in the Light Church. I have to assist the bank manager and my colleagues to transfer a large amount of cash over."
"Is that so?" John Wick sighed in disappointment. Then, he heard the woman on the other end of the phone say, "I promise that after I'm done, I'll have dinner with you. How about it?"
Hearing that they would have dinner together, John Wick smiled again and said happily, "Okay, no problem. We'll contact you in the afternoon. Be careful, Helen."
"It's okay, John. I don't need to be in the same car as the escort. Even if there are robbers, they won't have any ideas about us. See you tonight, dear John Wick."
"See, see you tonight, Helen."
When the other party hung up, John Wick put down the phone with a smile on his face.
Just a simple "dear" made him happily decide to make breakfast for himself and practice at the same time.
He looked forward to the day when he could personally make a breakfast of love for his beloved.
"Ding dong, ding dong."
Just as breakfast was ready, the doorbell rang. After putting the plate on the table, John wiped his hands on his apron and walked to open the door.
After seeing a fat, bald, middle-aged man wearing a priest's robe on the surveillance screen, John smiled and pressed the button to open the door. He stood outside the door and watched the fat priest pass by the garden and walk over.
"Hennessy, you came to see me so early. Are you planning to quit drinking and not have a hangover?"
"Damn it, you American bastard, I told you not to call me Hennessy. If Sir Strauss hears it, he will definitely get people to take away all the wine I hid at home."
"It's okay, if you run out of wine, you can come to my place to drink. I just asked Sunday to help me buy more than a dozen boxes of this year's new wine from Mr. Devonshire's winery. I think there's a Latour sub-brand of brandy made from grapes."
"Really?" Hearing that there was brandy, the fat priest, nicknamed Hennessy by John Wick, pushed him into the villa with shining eyes. "Hurry up and give me a bottle, then we'll drive to Budapest."
"Why are we going to Hungary?"
John, who was still thinking about having dinner with the new bone demon Helen, certainly didn't want to go to Budapest, which was eight or nine hundred kilometers away.
If he really went, he wouldn't be able to come back today.
But it was so far away, why not take a plane? Just as John was puzzled, Hennessy said with a smile,
"Didn't you always tell us that you wanted to personally meet the person who was possessed by the demon? There's one in Budapest. "
"Hurry up and bring the wine, we'll talk as we walk." Fatty Hennessy saw the breakfast on the table and didn't stand on ceremony at all. He took the plate and fork and started eating.
"Ptui, ptui, ptui."
Hennessy, who rushed to the trash can and spat out the food in his mouth, complained loudly, "God, did you mistake salt for sugar?"
"Did I?" John Wick grabbed a piece of fresh fruit sorbet from the plate and put it into his mouth. Soon, he silently took out a tissue and spat out the sorbet in his mouth.
He said to Hennessy embarrassedly, "Let's go out and have some breakfast, then we'll talk about other things."
"Come on, we don't have time to eat breakfast. Just buy some fast food and eat in the car."
With Siman's instructions, Hennessy, who had to take John and William out of Rome and away from the possible risks, didn't even care about drinking wine. He helped John Wick take his coat and pulled him out of the villa.
"Wait, wait, it's better to take a plane than to drive."
Although he didn't want to give up the rare exorcism mission, John Wick, who was thinking about the date at night, pulled Hennessy and said.
"It'll take at least eight or nine hours to drive. By the time we get to Budapest, it'll be night time. Do you want to perform the exorcism ritual at night?"
Hennessy, who had already said this, said, "Don't you think about what day it is today? Not to mention the plane, even the train and Eurostar tickets are all sold out. Where are we going to buy plane tickets?"
"Then charter a plane," John Wick covered his ears and said to Sunday, "Sunday, can you help me rent a small private plane and fly directly to Budapest?"
"No problem, Mr. Wick," Sunday replied in less than five seconds, and the plane had been rented successfully. The captain would be waiting for them in the VIP lounge.
"Let's go," John Wick said with a laugh as he patted the stunned Hennessy, "Don't forget that I've worked for Mr. Devonshire for five years. I don't have much savings, but renting a plane is a piece of cake."
Hennessy, who had a backup plan in his heart, quickly came back to his senses, "God, you call this not much savings?"
He looked at the villa John Wick bought in Rome unhappily. He wouldn't be able to earn half of the two million dollars even if he was a priest for the rest of his life.
And the matter here was quickly passed on by Sunday to William, who had just fallen asleep.
William, who was listening to Sunday's report in a daze, immediately opened his eyes when he heard that the four candidates had been kidnapped and that the people from the Ascetic Group couldn't contact him and planned to drag John Wick to Budapest to stay away from possible risks.
He released the mountain peak that he was holding tightly in his hands and cast the Sleeping Spell on Hazel before speaking to Sunday.
"Connect me to that fatty called Hennessy."
"Understood, sir."
Hennessy, who was thinking of a backup plan to wait for John Wick to succeed in exorcising the demon and get the Budapest Ascetic Group to prepare to attack a vampire's lair in order to delay John Wick, suddenly heard a phone ring.
He was startled and hurriedly took out his phone from his pocket. As soon as he picked it up, he heard a voice that he couldn't forget coming from the phone.
As an ascetic who had accompanied Strauss to see William and also had a magic-breaking ring on his hand, Hennessy would never forget William's voice even if he forgot his parents' voices.
"Can you recognize my voice? If you can, don't attract John Wick's attention. "
"Yes, yes," William said before Hennessy could say anything, "John Wick must stay with that bone demon called Helen. My target is Mammon, understand?"
"Un, understood, sir."
Hearing the two words' bone demon ', the fat priest, whose heart was beating rapidly, also reacted. Since William clearly said that Helen was a bone demon, it meant that Strauss' guess was right.
And Siman and he almost ruined William's plan.
Just as he was feeling regretful, before he could explain, William said again, "Take John Wick to Budapest to exorcise the demon and return to Rome. Don't cause any more trouble."
"Understood, sir." Hennessy, who had thought it through, returned to his normal tone and secretly glanced at John Wick who was driving. He laughed and said, "Don't worry, not only will we be able to get to Budapest on time, but we'll also be able to get to Budapest in five or six hours.
I can arrive five or six hours earlier because I'm planning to charter a flight with a rich man. "
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