"This place!" Van Helsing's tableware in his hand, carrying a small piece of Greenland beef on a silver fork.

"Saint-Vanseille Hotel! I remember that in my time, this hotel had just started to open and it took twenty-three years to build!" Van Helsing said while chewing the beef.

Then he picked up the gilded goblet and drank it, then sprayed it out directly, "Why is it water? You actually use such an expensive cup to fill water? Is the brain water in your head?"

Van Helsing's behavior is particularly rude. One of the common doctrines of the three religions is that believers are not allowed to drink alcohol.

Opposite him was Pope Gabrie, who was over 90 years old, smiling at Van Helsing.

The dishes on the table are luxurious and upscale.

The Pope also didn't care about Van Helsing's rude behavior just now.

Pope Gabrie said, “I have the honor to have dinner with the 'famous figures' from more than two hundred years ago. This is an opportunity given by the Holy Lord, and this hotel was indeed founded in the early eighteenth century, Mr. Van Helsing, you are a witness to that period.

Those authors who praise the brilliant brilliance of the 18th century literature should obey the era you mentioned..."

Behind Gabrie were two priests, who looked at each other. Gabrie was the oldest senior executive among the three religions.

The other party is even a few years older than the great priest. It is rare to hear Pope Gabrie praise outsiders. They still remember that Pope Gabrie once judged some well-known artists and politicians from the past.

The only thing he admired was Leonardo da Vinci and Raphael, both of whom had created legendary works about religious colors.

For a black Holy See, even if Van Helsing is an ancient figure born two hundred years ago, Pope Gabriel would never be so polite.

"Sorry Pope Gabrie, if the writer came to me and asked me about the description of the era two hundred years ago, I can only answer which street girl in his brothel or Paris is the most beautiful!

If I hold the authentic Da Vinci painting in my hand and I want to go to the toilet without toilet paper, then I will definitely use the authentic one to wipe my butt, even if it is Mona Lisa, so I am a person without artistic vision and pattern."

Pope Gabrie's eyes became stiff, and just now Van Helsing humiliated one of his favorite artists. Pope Gabrie's eyes looked on Van Helsing's left hand.

Among the three popes, Gabrie has the hottest temper.

Gabrie suppressed his anger and smiled, "Since you don't care about the authentic product of Da Vinci, why do you have to wipe your butt? How good are you to just lift your pants? You can still retain the authentic product!"

Van Helsing gave him a blank look, "I have to keep some gentleman's bottom line."

Pope Gabriel was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. Is the so-called bottom line of the other party not as priceless as a treasure?

"Look at your place... I once wanted to come to the San Francisel Hotel... for a free meal and a drink. Let me tell you the fact that I rarely spend my own money when I eat.

My money is only dedicated to the women and wine that serve me.

The Saint-Van Sail Hotel is an industry of the Saint-Idan Cult... I mean it belongs to a certain family of clergy in the Saint-Idan Cult. Here you Saint-Idan Cult will come to invite some big names.

In fact, your Saint Yidan Sect is already incomparable to the Saint Bishop and the Xinguang Sect in terms of wealth.

As the financial expenditure of the Holy See, you Saint-Edan Church will account for two-thirds, and that was the case in my time!"

Pope Gabrie smiled disdainfully, "Now it will account for five-sixths!"

Van Helsing curled his lips, "It's so rich! Commercialization, politicization, and the most qualified one is the Saint-Edan School. Of course, you are the oldest! It's really good and it's very successful in this way. In fact, sometimes I think your thoughts can become more open.

For example, there is no need to use the excuse of better serving the Holy Lord!"

Gabri could no longer bear it, so he slapped the table and shouted, "Are you humiliating us? You dare to say that our Saint Yidan Sect is not the most devout believers! The Saint Bishop and the Xinguang Sect are just branches that split from us!"

Van Hessing wiped his mouth and said, "Don't calm down, calm down, I always have a strange feeling after all, we have only met for the first time, and you are the Pope, but to be fair, I can't stand the Holy Bishop and the Xinguang Cult.

Especially the Holy Bishop, I am a mortal enemy. Although I am the black saint you mentioned, I actually had a good relationship with the Saint Hidan in the 18th century."

Van Helsing went on to say, "Otherwise, how could I have been in the caucus at Notre Dame for two hundred years."

Gabrie's expression eased, but the other party took the initiative to raise this relationship and Notre Dame Cathedral.

Pope Gabrie took out the ancient parchment directly from his sleeve.

Van Helsing was stunned, "Why is this thing here with you?"

Gabrie said, "I discovered it last night. From the mezzanine of the drawer of the Pope's desk, it took two hundred years to go through the four popes and never found them."

Van Helsing curled his lips, "I'm just saying, why didn't you come to search my body when I was lying in the underground grave, and even this holy object was taken away."

Gabri looked at Francis on his left hand with a fiery look, and he said, "The pope two hundred years ago died suddenly, and the other party had not even had time to make a will.

Moreover, this holy object was lent to you by the Pope, and outsiders did not know that. After the Pope passed away, he thought it had been stolen. In addition, the people in Notre Dame Cathedral could not recognize that you were wearing Francis…”

"So what do you want to do now? Go back from me?" Van Helsing opened his right hand, a ball of light blurred Gabrie's vision, and the two priests dragged Gabrie back and protected her behind in case of an accident.

Gabrie felt the parchment on her hand being pulled away by the other party.

"No!" When he realized his reaction, the paper had already reached Van Helsing's hand.

A ball of light flashed by and suddenly turned into powdery debris.

"You underestimate a transcendent who opened the holy road. Pope Gabriel, the loan note is gone. You said it was lent to me by the Pope two hundred years ago, and my reason was given to me by the Pope two hundred years ago!"

Van Helsing stood up and was about to leave.

Gabrie said loudly, "Ferancis is a sacred object of the Saint-Edan religion! I will never allow this sacred object to fall into the hands of you, a black vassalist!"

"casual!"

"Stop him!"

Many priests and abductors appeared outside.

"It's so annoying. We don't have to do this at all. Moreover, a group of guys who haven't opened the Holy Road underestimate the extraordinary, right? I want to go back to Francis so much, so I'll let you see it." Van Helsing stretched out his left hand.

He gently held it in the air, and suddenly all the light sources around him gathered in his hands.

In an instant, there was this room first, then the entire floor, and then the entire hotel.

The St. Vansel Hotel opens from outside like a black church-style black vacancy.

The lightless environment made them unable to see anything... took away the slightest light source in the entire building...

"The Pope is still here, don't shoot, don't be impulsive!" the priest shouted.

By the time the light returned, Van Helsing had long disappeared without a trace.

Gabrie broke free from the help of the people next to him, and he rushed to the viewing balcony in the room in anger. He could see a man riding a Harley Motorcycle on the avenue below and leaving in the direction of the Holy See.

"Van Helsing! I'm going to sue you at His Majesty Shufien!" Gabrie shouted angrily.

And at this time, in New York City, the United States.
Chapter completed!