Chapter 13 Holy Artifact

Yi Chen smiled slightly, and looked at Jester who was sitting on the sofa in a messy face with interest. Kane was playing with his pistol, sitting in his old position, rubbing the purple on his forehead with his left hand, and hummingly looking at Jester. Philey and Gore stood in the bar and rubbed the wine glass desperately, while the other leaned against the door to watch the fun.

Jester waited for a long time, but Yi Chen still didn't say a word. He smiled bitterly: "Boss, I'm sorry, what do you want to do? I've accepted it anyway. I just went over and saw the scenery. Who knew that I would face them head-on?"

Yi Chen snapped his fingers, took off his coat that was stained with a few blood stains on his body, and said repeatedly: "Aha, Jester, dear Jester, you challenged two cardinal archbishops and more than a dozen bishops in front of you, and actually said that you were just looking at the beauty of the wind. You are so great. You, the former God's servant, are really an honest lamb. Haven't God taught you that you are strictly forbidden to lie?"

Jester spread his hands open and said to Kane, "Kain, I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to go out, so I knocked you out. You can do it. You can do whatever you want to take revenge on me. At most, let you beat me up."

Kane smiled: "Well, it doesn't matter. I don't have much interest in beating a superman, my hands will hurt. If this happens again in the future, please agree to me first. I will treat you as if you have knocked me out." Jester smiled bitterly, breathed a long sigh, and said to Yi Chen, "OK, Boss, there is no problem with Kane, what are you planning to me?"

Yi Chen sat on the sofa opposite him and said with a smile: "Let's do this, because you hurt me, so let's deduct your dividends this year. Of course, Fatadio and others will give you a share of the income from our own venues, but you have no penny for the income from our own venues. Do you agree?"

Jester smiled: "It's okay, I have enough money now, and I'm not Chekov, just deduct it."

Yi Chen nodded and his face became serious: "Then, Jester, tell me, what is a holy weapon? There are two holy weapons in St. Paul's Church." Yi Chen told Jester about the situation he had peeped at. These twists and turns attracted everyone present. Even Kane got close to him, sat on the sofa next to Yi Chen, and listened attentively.

Jester widened his eyes: "God, damn God, two holy tools? Damn, this way, the strength of the Holy See has been strengthened again." He looked at Yi Chen with unwilling eyes with flickering fierce eyes and asked, "Boss, why didn't you kill those priests? In that sudden attack, you should be able to kill a few, right?"

Yi Chen smiled: "Why do you have to take the risk to kill them? I don't have any deep hatred with them, and there is no need to stimulate them too much. It is enough to make them sad for losing a knight sword."

Jester laughed: "Yes, yes, a holy sword with powerful attack power is lost. Van Uhst and the others must be scolded by the Pope."

Yi Chen nodded, looked at Phil who walked in gently and closed the door, signaled him to sit down and listen, and asked Jester, "So, what is the holy weapon? Is it a powerful treasure that has been blessed by God or angels?"

Jester shook his head and said, "The so-called holy tools are instruments with very powerful power that have been passed down from the Middle Ages. Well, they have not been blessed by God or some shitty angels, but because their original masters have powerful practices that are now incomparable. Their masters are generally devout monks. After putting down these weapons, they constantly repent and practiced in front of the weapons they used to slaughter, so that their powerful holy energy was infused into these instruments and gave them incredible power."

Yi Chen frowned: "Does the monks at that time have more powerful holy power than the current bishops?"

Jester shrugged: "Who knows? Anyway, that's the case. Some of the instruments passed down at that time did have powerful power that the current believers could not match. Perhaps, because the clergy now began to fall, the power they gained was naturally weaker than the ascetics at that time. Think about the clergy in the American diocese who raped boys at the beginning of this century. Tsk, would God, the old man, give them strength? It's probably already a great mercy if he didn't directly strike them with lightning."

Yi Chen said oh, nodded and said, "Maybe, just like Chinese cultivators, ancient monks could easily reach the state of unity between man and nature and ascend to the fairy world. Nowadays, monks...even the old ghosts I know are no longer as strong as humans, but they still have no power to ascend. No immortals have appeared in China for hundreds of years."

Jester whispered: "No powerful saints have appeared in Europe for hundreds of years. Perhaps people's hearts are falling, so no one deserves such powerful power."

Yi Chen smiled: "No matter so many, then, what kind of procedure is the so-called identification tool and recognition of the master?"

Jester spat disdainfully and said, "Identification of the holy weapon is to let several archbishops in the cardinal to detect what kind of abilities a certain unknown holy weapon has, whether it is attack, defense, protection, treatment or exorcism... To put it more practically, it is a group of cultural relics dealers valuing the antiques. As for the so-called recognition of the master, it is to let a bullshit knight with noble sentiment, strong strength, and pure body obtain the power of the holy weapon and become a loyal thug in the Holy See under the leadership of the Pope, who is the greatest, most notarized, most majestic, most sacred, and most representative of God's light, let a bullshit knight with noble sentiment, powerful strength, and pure body obtain the power of the holy weapon and become a loyal thug in the Holy See... that's it."

Yi Chen tilted his head slightly, frowned and thought about something. Jester suddenly burst into laughter: "Of course, the boss's blow to that bullshit Paul is enough to make the people in the Holy See cry. Generally, if a set of holy tools is incomplete, you can only exert 30% of the power at most. After the holy tools recognize the master, if the master is killed or injured, at least within a year, he will not rely on a new master again... So, this set of holy tools is equivalent to becoming a waste within a year. Of course, if the Pope is willing to work hard to repair the damn Paul, then everything is equivalent to not happening."

Yi Chen said with regret: "Is this true? I would have killed Paul if I had known it... Can the Pope treat a disabled person whose bones were broken and whose meridians were 50% broken?"

Jester licked his lips and showed a wolve-like smile: "Boss, if the Pope uses all his strength and does not sting with his physical strength, he can indeed rescue a person within a few days, even if the man is about to die. Of course, we can prevent Paul from becoming a Holy Knight, right? Boss, we have this strength, right?"

Yi Chen raised his index finger on his right hand, shook it in front of Jester, and warned him: "No, Jester, you must remember that if things are not completed successfully, then don't regret it, and don't try to force remedy it. Our current strength is not enough to deal with the current human beings in the Holy See. Do you understand? You must learn to make choices. You have already built a small universe initially. As long as you continue to practice, you may achieve the effect of transformation before me. At that time, you are the so-called immortal level person. Are you still afraid of not being able to retaliate against your enemies?"

Jester murmured: "Yes, yes, boss, I listen to you, I won't be impulsive anymore..." He waved his fists heavily and smiled viciously.

Yi Chen evacuated his muscles and said with satisfaction: "Then, all the problems have been solved. Phil, when it dawn is dawn, you go to the gate to greet the newspapers and see what the headlines are. I am looking forward to the performance of the tabloid reporters of the British Empire... I really don't know how the Holy See will conceal some things. I'm really looking forward to it."

Yi Chen suddenly remembered another question and asked Jester strangely: "So, Jester, tell me why those people from the Dark Controversy Group didn't kill Paul? If they killed Paul and then destroyed those two holy artifacts, wouldn't it be more direct? I know they cherish the lives of their members, but if they can attack the Holy See, they wouldn't care about sacrifices at all, right?"

Jester said simply: "The holy weapon can be destroyed, but the holy weapon that has already recognized the Lord will never be destroyed. The Holy See can inject the holy power above into any instrument of the same nature. Although the effect is slightly worse, there is not much difference."

Yi Chen shouted, "So that's it, I understand. Then, the best way to deal with these holy tools is to seal them, right? So those lucky vampires have to escape with the holy sword. Their supreme MP has a way to seal the holy weapon, right?" Jacett recognized Yi Chen's statement. Yi Chen smiled and rubbed his hands excitedly and said, "It's really... I can't see such a fun thing. I really want to see the sealing methods of Western black magic. What a pity, it's a pity that the dark congressional group will never be happy to see their actions."

Jester looked at Yi Chen a little strangely. He really didn't understand why Yi Chen was interested in these things.

Yi Chen was in a good mood. He shouted and gathered to gamble. Fei Li sat on his thigh and played cards randomly for him, causing Yi Chen to lose a lot for a while, while Phil, who was sitting on his hands, was smiling and snatching cards...

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It was dawn, and Phil went out to wait for the newspaper, and Kane was forced into the bet by Jester.

Ten minutes later, Phil, with a surprised look on his face, walked in: "Boss, there is no news about St. Paul's Cathedral in the newspaper. The Times' news director vowed to send reporters to the first time... Similarly, there is no news about St. Paul's Cathedral in tabloids like the Sun, and there is no news about more than 20 police officers who were suddenly seriously injured and hospitalized."

Yi Chen calmly snatched back an eight-tube from Philee's hand, threw out a 40,000 yuan, and said coldly: "Is that true? Very good, very good, Jester, look, the strength of the Holy See is not as much as we can imagine. Even the Sun, which dares to report that dogs in the British royal family are biting people, did not make any noise at all this time. Their power is really strong."

Jester snorted coldly, with a gloomy face and didn't say anything, and threw away the card indiscriminately. As a result, Gore, who was taking action, took advantage of him. Gore smiled and ate his card.

Yi Chen stood up and stretched his body and said, "It's so tired, Jester, I warn you for the last time, be honest, if you weren't for your luck last night, my strength was enough to support you from a distance, and you've been killed. Remember, your life is only once, you can waste your life, but don't implicate your partner. Let's take a break, this time things are like this, there's nothing to say."

Impressively, several people with particularly sensitive sensitivities, such as Yi Chen, Fei Li, and Jester, vaguely felt that some strange vibration came from the sky, but it was very weak. Yi Chen shrugged his shoulders and pulled Fei Li upstairs without any concern.

An hour later, Yi Chen was woken up by Phil: "Boss, the people from Scotland Yard asked to see you, well, he is a senior police superintendent."

Yi Chen murmured a few words: "Senior Superintendent Phil, have there been any fights in the venue recently? Are there any dead people or other violent crimes?"

Phil shook his head in confusion and said, "Everything is normal in the venue recently. Several boys who like to cause trouble have been taught once and dare not come again. It is calm and we have no handle in their hands. Besides, half a month ago, didn't you just send a batch of money to their boss?"

Yi Chen put on a bad look and went back to the living room on the second floor.

The serious, forty-year-old senior police superintendent smiled and stretched out his hand: "Mr. Yi Chen, I have long been honored by Daqi. It's really not easy to see you."

Yi Chen also stretched out his hand and held his hand: "This is...I basically know all the police officers in Scotland Yard, but you are rare."

The superintendent introduced himself: "My name is Victor, Carl Victor, you can call me Carl."

Yi Chen smiled in his heart: "Carl? It looks like a dog's name..." However, on the surface, he still said to the superintendent politely: "It's a great honor to meet you, Mr. Carl. You are..." He reached out to signal, and the two sat down on the sofa.

Carl shrugged his shoulders in a British-specific posture, shook his head slightly and said helplessly: "I am responsible for certain special cases, so I rarely deal with big names like you. This time I have something to ask Mr. Yi for cooperation."

Yi Chen nodded slightly: "It is our obligation to cooperate with the police to maintain social stability. We are all citizens of the British Empire who abide by laws and regulations. What kind of case do you do senior police officers from the Special Investigation Office dispatched?" From Carl's self-introduction, Yi Chen slightly guessed the institution to which Carl belongs.

Carl said straight to the point: "A special plane belonging to the Vatican Church was shot down by a light air defense missile and crashed into a private house. According to analysis, the attacker may have used a stinger missile produced in the United States. We would like to ask Mr. Yi Chen, do you have any relevant information? Do you know who has posted rumors to buy such arms recently?"

Yi Chen's heart moved. It turned out that the vibration was because of this. The turning point of the Holy See was shot down. I wonder if there were big figures like the Cardinal on it. If so, I'm afraid that the situation of crazy trials and crazy stolen in the Middle Ages would appear again? The revenge of the Holy See is not fun.

Yi Chen smiled and said, "I am a law-abiding citizen. Mr. Carl. Do you think I will sell my arms? That's really terrible. How could I know these things?" Yi Chen felt a little upset. There were eight stingers in his secret arsenal. If Scotland Yard really grasps some information, he really can't afford to take care of it...

Carl stared at Yi Chen and said sincerely: "Mr. Yi Chen, I don't say anything meaningless and hypocritical. You know what kind of person you are. We also have some information. However, compared to other big bosses, you are the most scheming person, so we don't want to offend someone like you. Give me something I want to know and I will leave immediately."

Yi Chen picked up the wine glass offered by Gore, took a sip, and smiled and said, "Is that so? Then... well... this is very difficult."

Carl looked at Yi Chen and said seriously: "The above puts a lot of pressure on us. I hope you can understand. We have information about all the bosses in London City, but we are not very familiar with some channels, so please cooperate. The special plane attacked this time belongs to the Holy See, which is likely to evolve into a particularly serious incident due to the Holy See. If Mr. Yi Chen's interests are damaged due to our comprehensive investigation, I am afraid this is what you don't want to see, right?"

Yi Chen ignored his tactful threat and said, "I still don't know what you mean, alas, but if you can guarantee something, maybe I can recall something." Since Carl himself admitted that they don't know some channels, they won't know what their inventory is, then Yi Chen suddenly felt relaxed.

Carl nodded and said understandably: "If you can provide some unique and valuable information, of course, I will be happy to give Mr. Yi Chen some special care in the future."

Yi Chen smiled with satisfaction and said to Carl: "Thank you for your promise. A gentleman will definitely keep his promise... Well, there is a special villa in a garden area in the West End of London. Well, his roof is all golden. His master may know something... Of course, because of some relationship, I didn't say the above to you, right?"

Carl looked at Yi Chen and asked in confusion: "What kind of person is this master? Channel or intermediary?"

Yi Chen looked at Carl, rolled his eyes and stopped talking. After a long time, after drinking the wine in his hand, he raised enough Carl's appetite, he slowly said: "Is he? He is a big man, a heavyweight... Haha, a heavy firepower person."

Carl understood something and cursed Yi Chen secretly in his heart: "I guess this heavyweight is still unhappy with you, otherwise how could you say it so happily?" But on the surface, he still smiled and expressed his gratitude to Yi Chen.

Yi Chen smiled and saw the guests off. When he arrived at the gate, he asked casually: "Mr. Carl, why do those people attack the Holy See's special plane? Are there any big figures on it?"

Carl answered him casually: "Master? No, there is no one on it except two unlucky pilots. It's really strange. What do they want to do? God bless you, the two cardinals are not on the plane, otherwise..." Carl also had a look of fear on his face. If the two cardinals were on the plane, I'm afraid the British government's security measures would be attacked by Christians all over the world.

Yi Chen watched Carl get in the car and drive away, standing at the door of Chinatown, pondered: "Well, the people on the plane are probably Sigang's subordinates, so they can escape from such a situation. Well, they can still have time to take away the holy weapon... It's strange, isn't Paul on the plane?"

Yi Chen suddenly smiled: "Is it great? The Holy See is really cruel. I gave up Paul like this. It's just a year. In a year, a glorious Holy Knight can be born. What a wonderful thing. Although the holy sword is gone, the power is not enough to fully exert it, I think I'm at least a master..."

Yi Chen walked back staggeringly, and the matter of the holy weapon was over, which was somewhat perfect. Although I don’t know if the people from the Dark Controversy Group did these things, what is the inside story and what does it have to do with Yi Chen? Where is the final destination of the holy weapon and what does it have to do with Yi Chen?

At the same time, Bai Jiade and his boss were in a secret stronghold in the West End of London. The two of them looked at the Times' special issue today, specifically reporting the attack...

Bai Jiade murmured: "Boss, the people we are looking for are too fast and they are too ruthless, right? What should we do?"

His boss's face was also extremely ugly: "These group of madmen actually used missiles to hit the Holy See's special plane with missiles. God, I'm not intentionally offending you... Bai Jiade, hurry up and pay them the remaining amount, and we will leave the UK immediately."

No matter how busy the couple dealt with the funeral, they were still very efficient. They found a mercenary organization in one night, and these mercenaries directly attacked the Holy See's special plane with missiles. It was amazing.

Of course, in the same time, in a manor in the western suburbs of London, a dark congressional group was reporting to the phone: "Mr. Goya, a guy hired our peripheral mercenaries to fight for the holy artifacts. I ordered them to attack the Holy See's special plane. Do you have any instructions?"

Goya laughed wildly: "Hahahahahaha, it's so wonderful. Did you order someone to do it? Very good, very good, let them hide... Hahahahaha, we have already obtained the Holy Sword, and the special plane was destroyed, the holy armor must have been damaged. The power of this holy weapon has been greatly reduced... Very good, very good, you did a good job. When the next election, I will propose to promote you to a senior deacon."

Things in the world are like this that have universal connections, which is indeed a fun thing
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