Quick Wear: Vicious female supporting role, right? She is really good at it.

The carriage was moving slowly on the medieval path. There was no other way because the road conditions were bad. If it was driving too fast, Fang Li's butt would hurt.

After all, she had been tortured beyond recognition by Victor.

My legs are so sore that I can hardly stand up, so naturally I just do whatever is comfortable for me.

So she specifically ordered the coachman outside the carriage to slow down and let the carriage slowly drive towards the Pope's residence.

The Pope's residence was right in the center of the royal capital, and even though the carriage was moving slowly, they still arrived in a short while.

The carriage stopped smoothly, and Fang Li slowly got down from the stool with the help of the maid.

Holding up her skirt, she walked step by step into the luxurious manor under the guidance of the other party's servant.

This manor is so luxurious. How should I put it? It is the kind of prosperity that is superficial. Different from the low-key and restrained decoration of their house, the luxury here is very conspicuous and can be seen as soon as you come in.

The roof height is very, very high.

There are oil paintings all around. Going further, the statue room is filled with all kinds of artworks.

At this moment, Fang Li almost thought she had come to a museum. Otherwise, why would there be so many works of art displayed here?

The entire hall was like this. She walked for seven or eight minutes before she saw the spiral staircase.

Then, led by the butler, he walked up the spiral staircase step by step.

Then, they walked around the corridor for a long time before finally standing in front of a mahogany door.

At this time, Fang Li hated her physical condition especially.

Whenever this happened, she couldn't help but curse in her heart.

This time was no exception. In an instant, she cursed the damn heaven in her heart.

The insults were particularly foul, and Chou Qin even blocked the other party on his own initiative in order to save his life.

Are you kidding? What if the Heavenly Dao heard this and destroyed the host in anger? Then he would also be destroyed by the Human Dao.

No, it wants to live longer.

Although it is just a system without any entity, it also has its own thoughts.

After walking for such a long time, Fang Li's legs had become weak and began to sway. Fortunately, her skirt was blocking her view, otherwise it would have been a shame to have her legs dangling all the time.

The butler knocked on the door and said respectfully to the person inside: "Your Holiness, Miss Helena has been brought here."

A trace of speechlessness flashed across Fang Li's expression. Here it comes, here it comes, the English name of her cosmetics comes again.

Soon a sound was heard from inside.

"Enter."

The voice sounds quite young, male, about 20 years old.

Fang Li raised her eyebrows slightly at this time, with a hint of surprise on her face.

What is the Pope? He is a person who stands at the top of power. People who can stand at this position are usually middle-aged men with big bellies and bald heads.

At least that's how it's played out in the movies.

Why does the other person sound so young? This is a bit unscientific.

The butler turned around and nodded at her, saying respectfully, "Miss Helena, please follow me."

Fang Li nodded at him, "Okay, I understand."

Now that she was here, could she still run away? The heavy, ornately carved door in front of her was finally pushed open by the other party, revealing the inside of the room.

It was still a very beautiful room, and its splendor was only superficial. Fang Li even felt that everything golden in the room was made of gold.

There are sofas, desks, office chairs, bookcases, etc., and all these household items are dark red.

Yes, the overall color scheme of this mansion is red and gold.

And gold is used a lot. For example, when they pushed the door open just now, the door handle was so golden that you could tell it was made of pure gold.

The door handles are made of gold, how rich must this person be?

I just don't know what the other party wants to talk to her about.

When Fang Li walked in, the so-called Pope was standing by the window with his back to them.

The windows here are very large, almost occupying half of the wall.

The other person had light blond hair, which was a bit long and was neatly tied behind his head with a golden bow on it.

His attire was no different from that of the European aristocratic men Fang Li had seen in oil paintings.

A dark red, long suit jacket with a back that looks a bit like a tuxedo.

She wore light gold trousers and a pair of brown lambskin shoes.

The butler said to the voice, "Your Holiness, Miss Helena has been brought here."

It was not until this time that the figure standing by the window finally turned around, and Fang Li finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

His appearance and his voice matched perfectly, which meant that Fang Li's guess about his age was also very accurate. He looked to be around 25 or 26 years old.

Looking at the other person, Fang Li couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in her heart. How could he achieve this position at such a young age?

In addition to his age, the other person was also very handsome, a typical European handsome guy, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was very similar to her, with fair skin.

The eyelashes are long and curled, the nose bridge is high, and the lips are neither thick nor thin, just right.

At this time, the other party stared at Fang Li with his pair of blue eyes without blinking.

Fang Li felt a little uneasy when he looked at her. What was going on? Why was he staring at her?

The Pope waved his hand, and the butler saluted and retreated respectfully.

In this way, Fang Li and he were the only ones left in the room.

Fang Li looked at the other person's eyes and had a bad feeling. Could this guy have any bad thoughts about her?

The Pope looked at her, raised his lips and spoke.

"I've heard that the daughter of the Lancaster family is very beautiful, but I've never had the chance to meet her. Today, I see that she is indeed extraordinary."

Fang Li's heart skipped a beat. As expected, this guy came for her beauty.

While she was daydreaming, the other person had already walked in front of her, and a big hand suddenly wrapped around her waist.

The other person leaned over and whispered in her ear: "I heard that your father is sick, is it serious?

A canary as beautiful as you must live in a palace made of gold.

How can you live on the streets? You say, right? "

The Pope, also known as Chris, spoke as he entwined Fang Li's light golden hair with one of his fingers.

In order to maintain her character, Fang Li looked at the other party with shock.

"Sir, I...I, how do you know about my family's affairs?"

She appeared to be terrified, but in her heart she had already cursed this shameless man.

You, a fucking Catholic Pope, cannot get married. Your image must be pure and noble.

And you, damn it, you actually had the guts to shamelessly covet her beauty, you deserve to die!