This month's double update, I don't have money to pay the rent, so I'll ask for a reward by the way qaq

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Lancelot was very uneasy and always very uneasy.

Since the war between the Abandoner and the North ended, Lancelot has been ordered to search for Baitans' whereabouts, but after searching for so many years, he still has not found any trace of Baitans. The commander of the Abandoner has evaporated like the world, which makes him very uneasy, as if he is stuck in his throat.

Not long ago, the fall of the stars at that night deepened Lancelot's uneasiness to the extreme. He had a nightmare that night, dreaming of the bitter wind and heavy rainstorms that year. The scarlet cross flag was woven into a ship of dead people, carrying corpses to rush out of the sea of ​​blood. Even the rain falling from the sky was covered with blood, and it shone with the scarlet cross flag and fluttered in the huge darkness. Behind the stars, an unknown existence was looking down at everyone, as always...

Lancelot did not break his promise to the woman and did not rest at all. He rushed back to the Archdiocese of the Cross Church at night, just to see the Pope a moment earlier and to uphold justice for those who lost their relatives and friends.

At dawn, Lancelot arrived at the parish.

A city full of ancient atmosphere, the vast parish extends outward with Gothic architecture as the center. The magnificent cathedral stands under the night sky. Its spire seems to penetrate the world and merge with the dim sky above its head.

The parish was as peaceful as ever, but for some reason, Lancelot felt a little depressed, as if every passerby was looking at him intentionally or unintentionally, and when he looked back with his eyes, these people would look away.

When walking to the front of the main church, Lancelot was about to enter when an iron halberd suddenly blocked the way.

There are elite guards at the entrance of the main church 24 hours a day, but as a knight of the Round Table with a high status, Lancelot has never been blocked, so they usually ignore them. This stop made Lancelot look at the other party a few more times.

Lancelot's first reaction was: So tall!

The guard is astonishingly tall as he is nearly three meters tall. Lancelot, who is 1.9 meters tall, has a male golden figure aesthetically, but he looks like a dwarf in front of this guard. If he changes to Luo You's height, he would probably be a kitten standing here.

The guard was wearing a fully enclosed heavy armor. He could hear the muffled sound of heavy metal collisions at any movement. Behind the cover of the head, the red eyes were like human-cannibal beasts, revealing an extremely unfriendly chill. I don’t know if it was because of the color of his pupils or other reasons.

This tall guard gave people an unclean atmosphere. If it weren't for his mask hollowing out a piece at the center of his eyebrows, revealing a pure divine seal, Lancelot would even doubt why such a person was qualified to guard the Pope's gate.

Lancelot took a step back, looked straight at the guard's red eyes, and asked, "Lancelot, the Knights of the Cross Church Round Table, met Pope Nero II, why did he stop me?"

The guard did not answer, but just blocked Lancelot with an iron halberd. The heavy breathing came from behind the mask, and a slightly sharp sound came from the narrow gap. His red eyes became more and more intense, as if a wild beast was waiting to hunt in the dark.

"Report your banner and the reason for blocking it, the nameless knight." Lancelot responded tit-for-tat, put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and said coldly, "Otherwise I will arrest you for delaying official business. If you are not convinced, you can launch a knight duel against me."

The guard's breathing became heavier and became extremely dull under the blockage of the mask, like thunder. The big hand holding the iron halberd seemed to increase its strength and let out a metal moan squeezed by iron armor.

Just as Lancelot was about to draw his sword, friendly laughter came from behind: "My Excellency Lancelot, my subordinates may not be able to answer you in words. He was born with aphasia and has served my Lord silently until now."

Lancelot was startled because he didn't feel anyone behind him just now. The sound came like a ghost, but his emotions quickly calmed down because the sound was so familiar.

Lancelot turned around and bowed respectfully to the knight behind him, saying, "Sir, Legion Commander, I'm glad to see you again."

Hoanlison looked at Lancelot with a smile. He reached out and waved his chin, joking, "You should shave, otherwise you will no longer be the prince charming in the hearts of the girls."

Lancelot dragged up the long beard on his jaw, looked at the white of the years on it, and shook his head mockingly: "I am 71 years old this year, so how can there be any prince charming? I am just an old knight."

Lancelot said this and took a look at Ho Anlison unconsciously. The Legion Commander did not belong to the particularly handsome type, but was extremely heroic. His natural white curly hair was tied behind his head very skillfully. His pair of sword eyebrows were like sharp blades, as if they were about to penetrate the vast world. Lancelot couldn't help but sigh that how the Legion Commander took care of him usually could not see any trace of aging.

After pondering for a moment, Lancelot brought the topic back on track. He looked at the tall guard and said, "Legislative Commander, this guard..."

Hoan Risen glanced at the tall guard and said with some dissatisfaction: "You should not place your weapon in front of a knight on the round table."

The tall guard lowered his head. Because the full-coverage armor was inconvenient to mobility, he could only give Lancelot a clumsy knight ceremony.

Lancelot signaled that there was no need to apologize, and then asked: "Captain of the Legion, I have something important to meet the Pope, if nothing else..."

"I'm afraid not, Lancelot." Hoanlison shook his head with his lips and said regretfully, "The Pope is in good health recently and will not see anyone for the time being."

Lancelot became nervous: "Oh? Is the Pope seriously ill? Can I tell her?"

"I don't think so." Hoanlison shook his head and stretched his hand out. There was an order to expel the guest in his words. "Please go back to the mansion for the time being. Lord Lancelot, I will notify you when the Pope's body recovers."

Lancelot didn't say much. He forced himself to enter the cathedral to be a serious crime and could not afford it. He could only say goodbye to Hoanlison and then leave.

However, Lancelot did not go back to the mansion directly, but went to the side hall of the Holy See, found a cardinal with good relationship with him on weekdays, and asked in person about the Pope's current situation.

The cardinal was old and had already retreated to the second line. He had been sorting out the holy scriptures in the Holy See for many years. When he heard Lancelot's inquiry, he quickly shook his head and said, "I have indeed heard that the Pope is in good health, and now she does not meet anyone. But... Listen, I am only willing to tell you about this matter, my old friend... My raven once saw the Pope, I am sure she is in good health, and the commander of the Hoan Risen legion was standing beside her at that time."
Chapter completed!