At the same time, on the road to Kyiv International Airport, the capital of Ukraine.

A convoy of black high-end business vehicles was running rapidly, and "Vasia Petrovic" designated by the Pope as the Grand Priest was sitting in the rear seat of the car in the middle with a drowsy and anxiousness.

Until now, he was still a little surprised at the fact that he had become the highest administrative leader of the Holy See.

Didn’t it mean that those who were locked up in the Sistine Chapel for the Cardinals had been selected for three days and had no results?

Moreover, he is just a pastor, and the minimum standard for a great priest must be elected from the Cardinals.

"I think you must be surprised, excited, excited now, so..."

Father Brewster sat next to him, and his hand casually pressed a key in the car door, and a square drawer opening automatically opened on the back of the chair opposite Vasia.

There is a bottle of high-end red wine and two goblets.

Father Brewster reached out and picked up one of the goblets, poured out the red wine and handed it to Vasia.

Then he poured himself a cup.

Vasha smacked her lips, and he said nervously, "This is red wine, you know that our clergy are not allowed to drink."

"Why? Even if you become a great priest of the Holy See, don't you want to celebrate yourself?"

"I don't know what's going on? But I know you, how do you say that, you are a very amazing big man, very young, have killed demons and severely damaged the legendary goat demon.

After finding the Golden Ark, the Holy Lord also valued you very much, and even asked you to solve the troubles in New York first. Your niece is still a prophet, and you are only twenty-one years old."

Brewster curled his lips, "That's not good for the old men of the Holy Bishop. They like publicity so much. They should have been...even if it's not a secret thing, they wouldn't mention it in public places.

But as long as the bottom line is not touched, they will be used to promote it.”

Vasia said, "But you are still a big shot. I just didn't expect that a little pastor would sit with you."

Father Brewster lowered his voice and said, "Little Pastor? If you are, you are the chosen one of God."

There was a small car-suite remote control on the left hand of Father Brewster. He picked it up and pressed a piece at will, and talked about a ten-inch LCD monitor above the front roof of Vasia.

That's the international news channel of Ukraine.

The beautiful news anchor reported calmly, "Just last night, the cardinals in the Sistine Holy See did not elect the next great priest for three consecutive days.

However, news came from the Pope's office that Pope Shufien had appointed Father Vasia Petrovich of the Nancheng church in Kiev, the capital of Ukraine, as the next great priest.

There are three ways to make decisions based on the choice of the great priest, one is designated by the Pope.

The second is the election of Cardinal members.

The last one is unanimous cheers.

And this time, the candidate was appointed by Pope Shufien to the great priest."

Then Vasia saw that her photos were hung on the screen, and the beautiful anchor told all his life resume like a series of beads.

Including his family status and the failed marriage seven years ago.

Vasia couldn't help but grab the handle on the seat.

He resisted the shame of wanting to jump out of the car and finished reading the news report above.

And he also knew why he was elected as a great priest, just because some believers uploaded the video of his crazy videos to the Internet.

It is obvious that the coincidental video was also seen by the current Pope Shufien.

Vasia swallowed, and at the end the female anchor imposed a sentence that glory belongs to Ukraine.

It made Vasia sweat even more.

Brewster kept looking at him from the side, "Sorry, this is not a bus."

"Sorry." Vasia retracted her hand holding the handle on the seat...

Father Brewster continued, "How sweet is strange grace."

Vasia knew that this was the gift of the holy song, and the first lyrics of the beginning.

The current situation is just as the lyrics of the first line of the holy song, because a video of his crazily swearing the hypocrite of the Holy See can help him become a great priest and take the unattainable position.

In Vasia's eyes, this was like a dream, a strange grace, how sweet.

But what Vasia tasted was the bitterness that was worse than shame. In comparison, he panicked and became a great priest and was more willing to be the happy little priest again.

"You have become a great priest, it's a must. Please pay attention to yourself. I'll do it first." Brewster sipped the red wine in the cup directly.

Looking at Vasia's shocked expression, Brewster could only say the truth helplessly, "Okay, this is just grape juice, and there is actually no alcohol content."

Vasia took a sip suspiciously, and then drank it all in one go.

Brewster spread his hands like him, "If you're nervous..."

"Thank you." Vasia again held her hand to the handle above the seat.

He asked, "Why aren't you?"

I mean, why did Pope Shufien choose me as the great priest?

In comparison, you are more respected by the Pope, and your fame and achievements are so high. Although you are young, you have more prestige. If the Pope makes you a great priest, you will inevitably quickly control the executive power of the three religions."

Brewster touched his chin and looked at Vasia and said, "No one in the world can answer your question, but I can."

First of all, His Majesty Xiu Feien chooses who is not something that people like you and me can ask about. You cannot see the thinking of anyone in the blood of God.

Secondly, I said, Your Majesty chose you, then this is the gift of favor to you,

Secondly, the Holy Bishop told me at the beginning that he would ask His Majesty to make me a great priest, so that he could skip the Cardinal election.

But I don't want to be a great priest from the bottom of my heart.

How to say it…”

Brewster gave himself another glass of grape juice, and after drinking it, he continued, "I want to be a Holy Warrior, rather than a manager and politician.

My best friend died at the hands of the demon,

I saw how terrible the pain and disasters that devils cause to people.

Especially when the Year of the Apocalypse is approaching, politicians are the most mediocre…”

Vasia was silent for a while, and he continued to ask, “So where are we going now?”

Brewster laughed and said, "Send you to report."
Chapter completed!