At ten o'clock in the evening, in the Sistine Chapel, the Cardinals planned to hold the last election tonight.

If the election tonight has not yet been elected as the Grand Priest, then tomorrow will continue, and all the cardinals will be arranged to rest in their own closed rooms.

In the past three days, the outside world is gradually reducing their appetite. The breakfast has also started from fried eggs, bread, jam, and water, and now it has become fried eggs and a small piece of toast bread.

There is enough water.

During dinner, the spinach and carrots were boiled in pure water, and the cardinals were like rabbits in captivity.

I guess there is only one boiled egg for breakfast tomorrow morning.

"Click!" The sound of the copper lock being opened.

The bronze door of the Sistine Chapel was slowly opened from the outside.

The three election officials looked a little ugly. The main election officer Bishop East quickly walked to the door, and almost all the cardinals were looking at the door.

The gate of the Sistine Chapel is not allowed to be opened when the great priest is not selected.

Unless the smoke coming out of the chimney is white, people from the outside world can open the bronze door, and then the cardinal group will inform the outside world who the candidate is.

At such a short moment, they thought that the election officer mistakenly used the white medicine powder as black medicine powder when using the medicine powder in the fireplace.

This makes the outside world mistakenly think that the great priest has been selected and can open the door.

However, Bishop East knew clearly that he had never done this.

"Pope Eunuch? What are you planning to do? The election is not over yet. You rashly open the bronze door. How should we explain it to the outside world?"

Pope Luke Fergus looked at Bishop Easter and the other two election officials seriously and said, "There is naturally a way to explain to the outside world. There has been no major priest elected for three days. I believe there must be something wrong with your progress."

He lowered his voice and continued, "His Majesty Xiu Feien is unwilling to continue waiting, so he appointed the candidate for the Grand Priest. Now they have gone to pick up the new Grand Priest."

The three election officials looked at each other, but they really didn't expect things to develop like this.

"Who became the great priest?" Bishop East asked anxiously.

Everyone present wanted to know which religious origin the great priest was from.

The Pope eunuch said seriously, "He was a priest before."

Suddenly, the Bishop's people were very excited. It was obvious that this was Father Brewster. As expected, the Pope still valued Father Brewster quite well.

Although they disliked the old people who were too slow in electing the priest, the Holy Bishop won this election in the end.

Looking at the happy expressions of the Holy Bishops, the Pope Eunuch curled his lips, "It was just a little person who had no name before! That was not Father Brewster, after all, he was a man who hunted the demons and was still quite famous."

This time, the people of the three religions were quite silent. Did the Pope really make an ordinary priest a great priest?

However, when he was leaving, the Pope's eunuch remembered something and explained, "I'm sorry to say it wrong. He is a pastor!"

Xinguang teaches everyone "..."

At seven o'clock the next morning.

The southern part of Kyiv, the capital of Ukraine.

"Vasia Petrovic", who is currently concerned about the election of the great priest, was awakened by the quarrel between his father, a taxi-professional father and a rich second-generation young man outside the window.

The reason was that the sports car of the rich second-generation young man blocked his father's taxi, causing his father to be unable to get out after a while.

The unpleasant and commanding tone of Vaxia's father at the beginning made the rich second-generation young man feel uncomfortable, so he would rather not give up his position.

After looking at the alarm clock on the head of the bed, the priest who was originally lazily staying on the bed suddenly woke up.

This morning he was going to Pududo community to help a family whose fired house was rebuilt.

The family was a believer in his church and the family would attend Mass for four every week.

When Vasia heard that their fire house had been burned, she asked the rest of the believers to help donate money, hoping to help their family get through the difficulties.

Some believers are even willing to help them build houses. Since the family did not provide safety insurance for the house, they have to bear all the losses themselves.

It was agreed to meet at 7:50, but it was already 7:00 when he broke away.

It took fifty minutes to travel, and even if he didn't eat breakfast, he would be late to set off now.

"Mom, can you help me iron my regular clothes? I didn't hang him up last night because I wanted to go to the hospital for help. After I got home, I stuffed him directly on the sofa in the room. Now this regular clothes are all there, and I'm in a hurry or I'll be late."

Vasia smiled and hoped that his mother would help this little favor.

"Dear, Rev. Vasia Petrovich, have you ever considered your mother... the poor, old-skinned woman in front of you is already very tired. Why didn't you come to this old house last night to prepare dinner for her or handle housework?

Can it make the elderly woman in front of you feel more relaxed?"

"Uh...Mom, people in the hospital are related to life and death."

"So should I be exhausted? If the Holy Lord knew that your mother was exhausted, how should you respond to Him?"

"Okay, I'll iron the iron myself, I won't eat breakfast, do I have coffee?"

Vasia's father sat at the dining table with his shoulders wrapped around his shoulders, "Sorry, I just rushed my own."

Vasia sighed, which shows that the petty father was not in a good mood today.

Sure enough, he kept saying, "The boy upstairs is so arrogant just because his father is a rich man.

Although I don't expect my son to be excellent, at least I have to stand up for me when I quarrel with others.

Even if I am not your father, you should stand up when you see an old man being bullied by a young man!”

Vasia said helplessly, "Dad, I am a pastor."

The other party raised his neck and glanced at him with disdainful look, "Oh yes, so it's mine for all this. Did I let that kid block my car?"

"But your scolding is so bad that you almost cried, and the other party also moved away from his position."

"So am I guilty? When you go to church today, if I pass by, do you still have to go in and let you listen to my confession?"

"The priest is just enlightenment, and you should confess to the Holy Lord."

"So do you really think I'm guilty?" My father's temper got a little bit.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense.

Vasia shook her head and said, "Okay, I have a lot of things today, and time is very urgent. I will iron my regular clothes myself where is my mother's iron."

"Katyusha helps your uncle get the iron!" Vasia's mother shouted from the side.

Katyusha is the child of Vasha's sister. His sister has also divorced and lives with her daughter in her parents' old house.

It's just that she is a flight attendant so she doesn't go home often.

There is a family of five living in this old house.

Moreover, this house was in the Soviet era. In order to commend the master of Vasha as an excellent medical researcher, it gave a government housing award.

Perhaps even if the old houses and residential areas such as that era were luxurious, they are now due to the uneven housing prices in this country. The houses located in the most suburbs, especially the former government rewarded properties are not worth a penny now.

The facilities are old-fashioned, and Washa’s father complained more than once that this community should be repaired.

But no matter how you are a thirty-two-year-old adult, she is still crowded with her parents, as a pastor of a church, although she has no salary.

But Vasia's parents always believed that 'the believers who received their service were of course obliged to support them.'

Instead of staying at home.

The money given to the church by the church included the living expenses of the priest, but Vasia was a very conscious person. He was just the part he needed. How many times his father had tactfully mentioned that he could get a portion of the donated money.

The church has taken risks, especially after so much happened to the new pope as he succeeded to the throne.

But he never goes to get more.

Even his niece looked down on this uncle who was too upright and loyal to his faith, but she helped bring the iron.

"Give it to you!" The sixteen-year-old girl handed the iron to Vasia.

"Thank you, but I should iron my regular clothes after going to the bathroom, and I will solve it soon..."

Then he saw his niece Katyusha entering the bathroom without hesitation, and ignored Vasia's request.

How to say, he is a relatively unnecessary one in this family.

Moreover, Katyusha took up a long time to use the bathroom, which made him rush to make coffee while making it difficult and then ironing his clothes while squeezing.

After the regular costumes were finished, Katyusha came out slowly.

Washa, who was very uncomfortable, ran in in a hurry, and outside was the laughter of her parents and niece.

Vasia has become accustomed to this, and this is his life...but he is already very satisfied.

At least it belongs to him in the short few minutes of this bathroom.

Parents and niece can mock their sons and uncles outside as a very cowardly adult who only knows loyalty to the Holy Lord.

But it is a bit sad to have people who have faith but do not give their best. This is Vasia's idea.

He picked up the magazine on his left and wanted to look around, but there was a very rhythmic knock on the door outside. If it were his father, he would not pay attention to Vasia in the bathroom. He would rush in, wash his hands or shave his beard without any hesitation.

Mom and Katyusha slapped the door very roughly, and were definitely not as polite as they are now, which made Vasia wonder if there were guests at home.

At this time, I heard my father's voice outside the door, and gently shouted, "Dear son, a guest is coming to see you."

"Okay, this trick is really boring. Do you think it's interesting? Why don't you let your mother say it? Maybe I'll believe half of her words?" Vasia was still staring at the magazine, sitting on the toilet without raising her head.
To be continued...