Scepter of Thorns

This is a dream.

The light flows through the sky like a bird, gradually drifting away.He floats on the water, as light and easy as light.

In a very familiar place, light, water and sky are wonderfully combined, surrounded by a clear blue, he skillfully manipulated the light to shape a ladder connecting the sea and sky, and then walked up the handrail until the cloud.

There was soft and fluffy white under his feet, as if he was still walking, he came to the densest cloud consciously, and knelt down on one knee.

wing.

It was white, pierced into the clouds and could not be discerned. He lowered his head and looked respectful: "My God."

His vision was pure white, he couldn't see that person clearly, he could only feel his body being wrapped in softness, "Edward Daulsus, the 1421rd Pope in 493, worked for seven months, aged 26, no wife and heirs .”

The voice is very pleasant, as deep and melodious as a cello. When he said "No Wife and Heir", he paused, as if he was satisfied, and his voice suddenly softened, "It's good to serve God wholeheartedly."

"My god is absurd."

"It's a pity that there are not many people around me who are as capable as you."

"...my god is absurd."

"Is that all you can say?"

"..."

Edward's spirit suddenly tensed up, and he carefully changed his words. Just as he was about to speak, the voice had already dropped a sentence: "When the light rules the long night, I will appoint the envoy of the lower realm."

The soft touch is gone.Knowing that the man had left, Edward couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, but then he felt a headache about the envoy of the gods again, and his keen intuition told him that the Holy See would cause trouble for a while.

Now the Holy See is facing a more serious and more realistic problem, that is, the economy is relatively scarce.Since the previous Pope Urgot was secretly assassinated, his knights used witchcraft to copy his face and voice, taking the opportunity to impersonate the Pope.But because of lack of ability, the Holy See was made into a mess.It was not until Edward overthrew him that people discovered the true face of the Pope and his nearly destroyed coffers.

Because of economic problems, all the expenditures of the Holy See are very limited, including the sacrifice hosted by the next pope, which is much simpler.Since Edward did not have the rich family background owned by successive popes, he did not have sufficient financial conditions to support the normal operation of the entire Holy See after facing a major change in the power of the Holy See.What's more, it is still necessary to organize such a grand ceremony, and all nobles and royal families must attend. This considerable expenditure is a heavy burden for the Holy See.

So I can only...do that...

Edward's pen stopped, when light ruled the long night, the extreme day.

This is a decree written by the Pope himself, and because it is related to the God of Light, it must be handled by the Pope alone.Whether it's the layout of the venue or the guest list, he has to take a little more out of his meager time.Thinking of this, Edward rubbed his temples, he had already seen the end of his sleepless night.

After signing his name at the end of the decree, he took out the stamp engraved with the religious emblem and covered it, and then pasted the back of the paper on a gray tile on the wall at hand. Soon the paper seemed to be melted and lost on the tile. trace.Edward rang the silver bell on the table, and after a few minutes, Knight Commander Wei Ye hurried over and brought in a cup of coffee for his waiter.

"Can you predict the exact time of the extreme day?" He picked up the cup and took a sip, and the hot air hit his face, making him even more sleepy.

Wei Ye knelt down on one knee, "Selena predicted ten days later."

"My god decreed that the divine envoy will be appointed in the lower realm at the time of extreme daylight. I have already announced this matter, what do you think?"

Wei Ye frowned, obviously he was also aware of the current economic situation of the Holy See.He thought for a moment, then cautiously said: "You can't be poor."

"It's fake, I want something useful."

"Yes." So Wei Ye pointed out bluntly, "Your Majesty, there is not much money left in Curry. If you want the scale of the former Pope Ergot, you must borrow money from merchants."

"But that's a businessman, and the interest rate in the face of the Holy See must be sky-high. I don't have the confidence to pay back the money before the snowball gets bigger and bigger. What's more, the current situation of the Holy See is not optimistic." Edward paused, "You It's clear, isn't it?"

"..."

"Forget it, you go back first." Edward took a sip of his coffee, "Take care of your knights, if the order goes on, there will be a disturbance, I don't want to hear the news that there are knights dueling in private because of the envoy .”

"Yes." Wei Ye respectfully agreed, but he still stood there without moving.Edward glanced at him, "Is there anything else you can do?"

"Your Majesty." He lowered his head, "What about Mufujie...?"

"Muffer?" Edward raised his eyebrows, "What does he want to do?"

"Bender Conns." He said only one name, but he knew it and that said it all.

"It really is him." Edward was a little impatient, "His status was bought for him by his mother's life, but he has let me down so much that he needs to be beaten. Do you understand me? , Wei Ye?"

He looks down. "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Go ahead."

Wei Ye closed the door and retreated.However, the moment he closed the door, a crow flapped its black wings and flew into the half-open window, and landed on his shoulder soundlessly.Edward took out the letter from the crow's claw, black and white, only a short line, happy cooperation.

He squinted his eyes, his dark blue eyes were like the sea at night, deep and unpredictable.

----Chapter1. Church & End----