Standing in a brilliant light, Wesley was in a mess. Everything in front of him seemed so illusory and could not be seen clearly.

Why did you win? This makes no sense... There is no preparation at all...

However, the system notification with the black square characters in front of you will not lie:

"Congratulations to the player [Braised Xiaolongbao] for successfully winning the single-player championship of the first Little Adventure World Championship. The championship medal has been added to your Achievement Medal. The 631730,000 Good Dream Fund bonus has been transferred to your personal account and can be withdrawn at any time..."

Then a small block interface pops up:

"Are you now accepting the official post-match interview with the game? (It takes up about 15 minutes of your time, and this move will help improve your reputation in the virtual reality world)"

The following are two buttons: [Yes] and [No].

But Wesley didn't have the intention to accept any interview now? He didn't hesitate at all. He just clicked [No] and exited the award room, then exited the game hall, and returned to his virtual bedroom.

However, sitting on the bed in the bedroom and looking at the button [Exit Virtual Reality World], his fingers stuck out stopped and did not fall.

This is so troublesome... I was a helper who was invited by a high salary to help win the championship, but he took away the championship he wanted. What's the matter? What's the difference between this and I took on a task and killed the wrong person and killed the client?

Once you quit this virtual reality world, you will undoubtedly be criticized by St. Thor's Church! Even revenge!

You know, the Holy See has hired so many helpers and spent so much money to improve their superpowers. And Mr. Paul, his seventh-level superpower, even spent nearly one billion meters of gold. Such a huge investment, but it ended up was wasted for no reason. Will they be happy?

Although it was not intentionally making trouble and trying to win this championship, it is not something you can pass through in this world that you can reason with reason. Are those powerful and powerful people doing fewer evil deeds just to vent? They simply disdain to reason with us civilians?

Moreover, as far as I know, although the Holy See is inconspicuous, its power is very powerful. Just the largest Catholic family, all the powers gathered together, will never be weak with any large consortium in the world!

With such a large force, even the organization cannot protect me! No, even if I can protect me, I will never protect me!

What should I do after I exit?

First of all, of course, it is a refund! I will give this one billion meter of gold and return it to them! On the one hand, I will help them recover some losses slightly, and on the other hand, it will also indicate my thoughts, proving that this time it was indeed an accident, not a champion I greedy for money!

Alas, this is a total of 100 million... So much money is enough for me to wash my hands and take my family to retire from the world. It's a pity...

No! No regrets! You have to spend money even if you have money! The other party knows my information. They must have investigated a few people in my family. I may still escape with money, but can I still take my whole family to escape thousands of miles and avoid waves of killers?

Alas, I can only give in... I hope they can make some sense. Moreover, no matter what, they are not as guilty as their wife and children. No matter what, even if they sell their dignity and sacrifice their lives, they must ensure the safety of their families!

...

It took nearly half an hour to do a good job in psychological construction and give himself some excitement. Wesley pressed the button and exited the virtual reality world that made him love and hate.

He took off his helmet and got up from the bed. Sure enough, someone had already been waiting in his room, namely Bishop Monterey, a young black robe priest with his hands behind his back, and his referee, mentor, direct superior, and old black Mr. Freeman, in the Assassin League.

Before they could speak, Wesley spoke first, his voice weak and full of begging, as if he was squeezed out of his throat, which was very inconsistent with his strong body: "Listen to my explanation... This is a complete accident... I didn't mean it... I will give you all the bonus..."

"We know." Bishop Monterey's face was not good-looking, but his voice was not as severe as he imagined: "I watched the whole game throughout the game. It's not your fault, it's the mechanism of this game that was wrong."

"Then... what do you mean..." Wesley's voice was still cautious, as if he was a criminal who was listening to the trial result.

The result of the trial of Bishop Monterrey was issued: "I can't decide this. The people from the Vatican will arrive tomorrow morning. Until then, I hope you can stay in this room all the time, okay?"

"Yes, absolutely!" Wesley promised repeatedly, trying to eliminate the other party's hostility towards him: "I promise not to go anywhere!"

"Don't be so nervous, my child." Mr. Freeman spoke behind the bishop: "You don't need to worry about your family. I have sent David to pick them up. I remember, is your wife called Marisa?"

"You...you can't do that." Wesley's voice trembled: "It's my fault anyway, you can't do that."

"Don't think about it, we have no intention of hurting them." Mr. Freeman smiled and said, "We are just to make you feel more at ease when serving the Holy See."

...

After some conversation, the three of them left the stone wall, and the small room without windows, and once again only Wesley was left in the room.

His family was controlled, and he had no chance to turn around. Now he could only lie on the bed like a fish on the chopping board and tossing and turning.

Fortunately, the people from the Vatican came very quickly. When it was still dawn, the door of the room was knocked. Under the leadership of two strong black-robed priests, wesley walked into a small chapel.

There are not many people in the chapel, only three.

Bishop Monterey, another strange elderly priest, and a young man with white hair and white skin sitting among the two.

Wesley is familiar with his appearance: "Mr. Paul?"

"Reintroduce yourself." The white-haired young man opposite was still confident and elegant, and he was not furious at all because of the snatch of the championship: "Paul Gregory, the Catholic Faith Theory Department and the Director of the First Secretariat, is fully responsible for this plan."

He spread his hands: "I have to say that this time it should be an accident. It was me who made some mistakes that I shouldn't have made on the field, which led to the current situation. But let the past things go over. What we want to talk about now is how to make up for it!"

"I can give all the 100 million meters of gold prize..." Wesley immediately expressed his opinion.

"The Holy See is not short of money!" Mr. Paul interrupted his words, and his voice suddenly increased: "What we want is faith! What we want is to help God regain His authority! What we want is a devout believer to win this championship!"

"Then...I..." Wesley's voice immediately hesitated by the oncoming momentum.

Mr. Paul opened a document in his hand and asked, "As far as we know, you rarely go to church and rarely pray before meals. Do you think you are religious enough? Are you a pan-witted person... or an atheist?"

"I...this...I...uh..." Wesley didn't know how to answer, and didn't know whether it was better to tell the truth or to tell lies at this time.

"Okay, I understand!" Mr. Paul did not continue to ask, but pointed to the strange old man next to him: "Let me introduce you to Mr. Theodore, the most famous theological expert in the Vatican in all of Tyrants, and he will be your teacher from now on!"

"Also! Your passport is being processed now, and tomorrow you will return to the Vaján with us!" His voice was serious, with an unquestionable, commanding tone.

"Then...my family..." Wesley made the final fight.

"You don't have to worry about this, you will see them for half an hour later." Mr. Paul explained: "As for the 100 million-meter gold bonus, you can leave it to them. As for you, you may not have time to come back for a long time."
Chapter completed!