There was silence in the hall, and every cardinal opened his eyes wide and looked at Gray carefully.

The face of the statue is between light and shadow.

Li Wei lay quietly, gasping.

The three paladins in armor were quietly, but fortunately, the Cardinal was arranged to sit in the back row.

Grey stood in the middle of the hall, leaning on a long sword.

"I heard that there are three candidates for the Pope among you." Gray took out his two votes from his armor and placed them on the table, and then said, "I will give you a chance to canvass the votes. You will explain to me one by one the programs you will implement after you become a Pope. If one of them is satisfied with me, then I will vote for him. But if this person does not fulfill his promise after taking office, then I will execute him on the grounds of disobedience."

"Execution..." The Cardinal present was in an uproar.

"Everything must be done?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Of course." Gray replied softly: "The promise must be done. Otherwise, why is it called a promise? Do you disagree with my point of view?"

There was a silence in the hall, and the cardinals shrank their necks at the same time, speechless. Only Anthony III accidentally laughed out loud.

Yes, the Lich is so serious. If you dare to write a blank check for the Lich, then you must be prepared to take the risk of being wiped by the Lich's neck. This is why the Lich Council has never had a leader.

Carl walked in from outside the door, took a few Silver Moon Knights, and escorted six or seven panicked clergymen, holding pens, paper, and ink.

"Master Paladin, brought him."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Gray waved his hand, and Carl and a few Silver Moon Knights put down the pen, paper, and ink they brought, and all retreated. The six or seven clergymen stood aside carefully.

"Now, let's have a fair and just election." Gray slightly increased his voice and said, "What you said will be recorded. Then sign and send it to bishops from all over the country for them to vote. Does anyone have any objection?"

The hall was quiet.

After a while, someone raised his hands tremblingly. It was a cardinal with gray hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, a small beard and a noble-spirited face.

"Mr. Dominiel, you are one of the candidates. Please say any comments," Gray said respectfully.

Dominier really couldn't bear this respect.

He stood up awkwardly, whispering: "This...it's ridiculous. No election was done in this situation."

"No Lich has ever been a Paladin, or a Saint, right? There will always be a first time."

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone in the hall started to talk in a low voice. But Gray seemed to have not heard it at all.

"But……"

"Is Lord Dominier's program shameless? Can't let others know. Or, in fact, not want to implement it?"

"No, just, just... nothing more, I have no objection." Dominiel forced a smile and sat back honestly.

"Is anyone else who has different opinions?" Grey shouted loudly.

The sound echoed in the hall.

"Is he directly admitting that he is a lich?"

"Oh my God... don't he think there is any problem with this?"

"Why did the Holy Spirit allow him to do this?"

The Cardinals whispered, but no one dared to stand up and challenge Gray directly.

"Grey." Catherine's voice rang in Gray's mind.

"Catherine? Shouldn't you stay in Salted Fish Harbor?"

"I just received the notice and rushed over... You should still remember your agreement with the Holy Spirit, right? As long as your identity is revealed..."

"When humans attack, the Holy Spirit will follow me?"

"Yes. I don't think this agreement is a joke. You are now... equivalent to admitting it yourself."

"I know."

Ignoring Catherine's advice, Gray continued to whisper: "If no one has any objection, then the election will officially begin."

The sound slowly echoed in the hall.

There were crystal clear lights in the moonlight illuminating on the face of the statue of God, similar to the holy light.

However, the wind blew.

Just above the hall, dark clouds quickly condensed, and lightning was rushing. Explosive waves of roars like wild beasts, completely obscuring the moonlight.

Everyone outside the hall was staring at it in amazement.

Gray's soul fire was burning violently.

With the roar, everyone present gradually became quiet.

"Grey, you...you are controlling the entire Holy See with force, and the Holy Spirit will not support you in doing this." Catherine continued to persuade Gray in his mind.

"But they didn't object, right? Just as they didn't object to the corruption of the Holy See." Vivian sarcastically said: "I don't think there is any problem with doing this. Gray is just presiding an election. Are saints not qualified to preside over a pope election?"

"Okay." Gray continued loudly as if he had not heard it, "Now, I declare as a saint that the Pope's campaign has begun now. Who wants to be the first to explain his program?"

The hall was quiet, and the cardinals all lowered their heads, but they carefully observed the movements of the people around them.

"The order actually doesn't matter, because everyone will have plenty of time to speak." Grey glanced at everyone, and his eyes finally fell on another campaigner, Ancillo II.

It was an old man with thin face, long beards and gray hair.

"Mr. Anqiluo, why not just do it first."

"Me?" Anqiro II, who was already sweating profusely, was startled.

"Originally, there were only two candidates, and you ran suddenly at the end. Don't you want to let everyone know as soon as possible, what changes will it bring to the Holy See if you choose to be the Pope?"

"Of course I want to, just... just..." Anqiro II swallowed and whispered: "I'm not ready yet."

"Are you not ready, or can't let me know?" Gray continued to ask.

Anchiro II replied firmly: "Not ready."

Gray still did not give up and continued, "Since that's the case, let me ask and you will answer it. What do you think of my church tax reform in the south?"

When asked the core question all of a sudden, Anqiro II's expression became obviously stiff.

The others, his two competitors, Darren IV, and Dominiel, were not in much better condition, and they were all sweating profusely.

"I..." Anqiro II swallowed: "I think it's pretty good."

"Are you sure? If you think it's good but become a pope and change your mind, I will think you have violated the agreement."

"Yes, I think it's pretty good." Anchiro II smiled reluctantly: "If, if, if I can ascend to the position of bishop, then I will ensure that the reform of the tax will be carried out smoothly."

"What about Lord Darren? What do you think?"

"I...I agree with Lord Anqiro's point of view."

"But that's not what you told me before."

"Before?" The Cardinals present were stunned: "Has he secretly contacted Gray?"

"Yes!" Darren IV stood up and shouted, "I did tell the Paladin before that the current taxation tax is inappropriate! Not only the South should not be forced, but the North should not be forced! There should be no difference between the South and the North! It is normal for clergy to have opinions, but it should not be for money to believe in the Holy Spirit and spread faith! We should guide them to look at this problem from another perspective, rather than obeying them and changing the original correct reforms back! As messengers of the Holy Spirit on earth, we should overcome difficulties! Instead of escaping! The road to the divine is never smooth!"

These words were so loud that the Cardinals in the hall opened their eyes wide and looked at Darren IV in surprise.

Darren IV blushed, but he still tilted his teeth and raised his chest, staring at everyone with wide eyes.

Looking at Darren IV, who was righteous and righteous, Gray said lightly: "I thought Darren didn't understand this principle. I didn't expect that Darren understood it, but he just didn't do it. Is that true?"

"Uh... it always takes time to understand." Darren IV nodded awkwardly and sat down with a smile.

"Where is Lord Dominiel?" Gray's eyes turned to the last candidate again.

Dominier's hand trembled slightly.

...

"It's a farce, isn't it?" Fangmao, who was standing outside the door, walked to Jones and handed over a slice of dried sweet potatoes.

Jones lifted his mask and glanced at Bangmao: "I won't eat this."

"That's a pity." Bangmai put the dried sweet potatoes in his mouth and chewed them casually, "Put the sword on their necks, I bet these so-called 'bishops' will agree to any requests we have. Even if they are asked to declare that faith in the Holy Spirit is illegal, they will agree."

"This proves from the other side that no one is suitable for being a pope." Jones said, looking at the house where the fire had been extinguished in the distance, emitting smoke, and seemed to collapse at any time: "I don't even have a firm will, and I don't even have the courage to say what I think. What kind of pope is this? Not as good as you."

"Why not as good as me?" Bangchui was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Why should I go in and choose one?"

As he said that, he straightened his back, pretended to be a bishop, and said to the cross-eyed eyes standing beside him, "May the Holy Spirit bless you."

Suddenly, the dwarves laughed into a ball.

Jones and Dora looked expressionlessly.

Belinda, who was floating in the distance, couldn't help but hold her forehead.

"It's really interesting, isn't it?" Zeda suddenly appeared beside her and said with a happy look on her face: "We, the Lord of the Demons, can always bring us unexpected surprises. If these cardinals dare to stick to their point of view, I guess Gray can't do anything to them. But no one of them dares to stick to it. This makes your Holy Spirit very embarrassed."

Belinda should not look at him.

Soon, all three programs were written, and the letter attached to Gray was sent out and handed to Carl. Carl handed it to the clergy, and used the carrier pigeons trained for the Holy See to the Holy See of twenty-three human kingdoms, as well as to the five commanders of the army stationed in the holy land.
To be continued...