[Comprehensive Yingmei] I cover this earth

"Very good." Dean stood on the street, facing the cool breeze of Gotham, and said in a cool tone, "So we just arrived in Gotham for three days, and we were penniless."

"As long as you hide your wallet better, you won't know when it was stolen by a pickpocket." Sam said rather angrily.

"It can only be blamed on the superb pickpockets in Gotham." Dean shrugged helplessly. If you can’t get into the banquet at night, it’s hard to inquire about the owl court.”

"Get another copy?" Sam suggested.

"In the case of being penniless, is it true or false?"

While the two were discussing countermeasures, someone suddenly stopped them.

"Wait, you were talking about the court of owls, right?"

It was a beautiful-looking woman in her twenties, with blond hair curled over her shoulders and a curious expression.

"Uh..." Sam paused, maintaining absolute vigilance in the face of strange women, and said, "We're just curious."

"I understand, this is one of the most famous urban legends in Gotham." The woman said with a smile, "I was also obsessed with it when I was a child, and I went to find a lot of relevant information. You are not from Gotham, are you?"

Dean raised his eyebrows: "How can you tell?"

"Accent, and...behavior." The woman spread her hands, "Gotham people always have a unique aura, and you are a bit out of place."

Sam said: "It's rare to see someone as enthusiastic as you in Gotham."

"Gotham has been getting better lately, hasn't it?" the pretty woman said with a smile, "maybe we can find a place to have a cup of coffee? You know... It's been a long time since I've talked to anyone about the Court of Owl legend Related things, after all, everyone refused to believe it, and hearing this topic suddenly brought back a lot of memories for me."

Sam and Dean looked at each other, and the two turned and plotted quietly.

"What do you say? Are you going?" Dean said.

"That's suspicious." Sam said, frowning.

"Indeed, but this is the only clue we have access to so far." Dean touched his chin. "Opportunities always coexist with danger."

"Maybe we should notify the church first?" Sam said. "After all, they are also investigating the Owl Court, and maybe they can provide some help."

"The church is as dangerous as the court of owls." Dean said seriously. "The enemy of an enemy is not necessarily a friend."

"But the enemy's enemy can help us deal with the enemy," Sam said.

Dean laughed: "That's true."

After the two made up their minds, Sam turned around and said to the beautiful suspicious woman, "No problem, but Dean has an urgent matter to do next, it will take about half an hour, if you don't mind...?"

Dean continued: "Half an hour? Sam, you underestimate me. I can finish it in 10 minutes. Just wait for me, and I'll be right over!"

The pretty woman blinked and said with a smile, "Okay."

……

Dean accelerated the car all the way, and soon came to the door of the church.He jumped out of the car, walked into the almshouse that was the shell of the church, found a staff member and said, "Hi, I'm looking for a messenger."

The staff looked up at him in surprise, and frowned: "Who are you?"

Open your mouth to find Mr. Messenger?

As the absolute high-level member of the church, Mr. Messenger, as the star nest member who is the closest to the real star nest member who is qualified to see the projection of the secret star, it is extremely rare to even show up on weekdays, and he is regarded by the believers as the messenger of the oracle.

And this guy in front of him actually wanted to see him by name?

What, the Chinese cabbage in the supermarket, right?Pick it up if you want to see it?

Why is this fellow believer so ignorant?

"I am a devout believer." Dean said seriously, "I have something urgent to find him."

"Mr. Messenger is not here." The staff member said coldly.

"Then is there any way to contact him?" Dean's tone was a little anxious, "Mobile phone number, email, or Facebook or something?"

staff member:……

The staff endured and endured so that they did not quarrel with the guy in front of him. He said indifferently: "Perhaps His Majesty the Pope will know the whereabouts of Mr. Messenger, but the church is not open now, you can try to push the door, if If His Majesty the Pope is willing to receive you, the door will open naturally, if the door does not open... I suggest you go back the same way immediately and don't stay."

"Thank you." Dean patted the staff on the shoulder, then turned around and entered the passage behind the relief station.

Although he didn't want to face the Pope, who looked extremely scary, but now that the incident happened suddenly, he had to bite the bullet.

To his surprise, after he passed the long corridor, before he pushed the door, the door at the end carved with weird runes opened automatically.

Magnificent and strange light overflowed from the gap in the door, making Dean in a trance for a while, and he regained his consciousness after a long pause.

He gritted his teeth, opened the door and walked into the church.He raised his eyes and saw the Pope sitting at the end of the row of pews in the church.

He had met the Pope once.

That day, he and Sam investigated the Mystery Church together, and luckily got some clues about the Mystery Church's stronghold, and mixed in with the crowd of believers to enter the church.

To be honest, Dean regretted it as soon as he entered the church that day.

He thought it was another cult's deception, but the moment he saw the church, he knew that what they were facing was a real strange god whose good and evil were unknown, or at least a god beyond all known gods on earth. There are powerful people with extraordinary abilities.

Fortunately, they did not receive any embarrassment, perhaps because there were many believers present that day, the Pope just glanced at them and ignored them.

But just that one glance gave Dean a feeling of numbness from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, as if an electric current had passed through his whole body, and he could hardly feel the existence of his body in an instant.

At that moment, Dean clearly realized that the other party was not of the same kind as them.He is an older, more mysterious, more powerful, even dangerous and terrifying creature.

At this moment, he had to face the Pope again. Fortunately, at least Sam was not here.

"...the Pope?" he called.

The pope didn't answer.

Dean bravely stepped forward, and he saw that the Pope was sitting quietly on a chair at the moment, holding a book in his hand, his expression was quiet and indifferent, his pale golden eyelashes drooped slightly, as if he was caught by the contents of the book So attracted that he didn't hear Dean's voice.

"Cough, Mr. Pope?" Dean had to cough again.He noticed that the book in the Pope's hand was called "Miscellaneous Studies on Folklore of Primitive Tribes on Isolated Islands".

Dean: ...so academic?

The Pope's hand, which was turning the pages, paused slightly.

Then he turned his flawless pale face slightly to the side, and looked at Dean with his gray, inorganic eyes.Dean only felt his scalp tighten and his heart palpitate, and the feeling of numbness from head to toe reappeared, which made him firmer in his guess——

This Pope is probably just a terrifying creature in human skin.

"Dean," he said calmly, "please sit down."

"I have something urgent to contact you." Dean didn't sit down, but went straight to the point, "We may have found clues about the owl court, but we need some support."

The pope's expression didn't fluctuate at all, he even smiled: "What support do you want?"

"... some manpower, or force or intelligence support." Dean said, "After all, this matter involves the Old Ones."

The smile on the pope's face was still very shallow: "The church is not obliged to help you take risks. As for your information, it is not important to us."

Dean froze slightly, then frowned.

He suddenly realized that it seemed that not all people in the church were as talkative as Uriah.Although it looks from the outside, the pope is much better at speaking than the messenger.

"Take it as a deal," Dean said. "What do you want?"

The Pope didn't speak, he stood up, the book in his hand turned into a golden spot of light and disappeared into the air, and the complicated and delicate golden pendants on the white robe hung down, gorgeous, dignified and sacred.

Then he walked up to Dean, held out a hand and said, "Give me your hand, Dean."

Dean stretched out his hand subconsciously, and was grabbed by the pope in the blink of an eye.He suddenly realized that something was wrong, and wanted to pull his hand back, but it didn't help at all.

The Pope's slender, pale and slender hands were like iron hoops, tightly gripping his wrist. He didn't feel the slightest pain, but he couldn't move the slightest bit.

"What are you going to do?" he said alertly.

"You and your brother are very good human beings, Dean. Unlike most human beings, you have already walked at the junction of nature and supernatural, and possess extraordinary will." The Pope lowered his eyes and looked at Dean's palm , with a calm tone, "I can protect you, but trust is mutual, right? If I want to harm you, you won't be able to walk out of that door the first time you come here...at least you won't be able to walk out completely."

"..." Dean frowned.

He had to admit that the Pope was right.

The sense of oppression and terror on this guy far exceeds any demon he has ever seen.If the Pope wants to work against him, he has almost no room for resistance.

"Because of my own special reasons, I can't leave the church directly." The pope raised his eyes and looked into Dean's eyes. "So I need to take some special measures...it may hurt a little."

Dean looked into the Pope's eyes.

Those gray eyes were like faded gemstones, crystal clear but colorless, cold and beautiful.

"What special method... ouch!" He couldn't help but let out a cry from the sudden pain, and quickly lowered his head to look at his palm.

I saw a golden seed buried in the palm of his hand.

The seed showed a golden translucent material, like a golden glass bead, but the skin was elastic, and even slightly wriggling, as if it contained infinite vitality.

Dean's scalp tingled when he saw the seed. He could almost feel the seed taking root in his palm, and the roots were connected to his blood vessels. It was numb, itchy, and even tingling.

At the same time, his sanity slumped crazily, dropping more than 100 points in an instant—that's enough to make an ordinary person go crazy on the spot.

"Here resides my strength, which is not only the help I give you, but also the price you pay me back." The pope's pale and cold fingertips lightly touched the seed, and countless tiny golden light spots surrounded his fingers. The tip was spinning and flying, and he said softly, "I think you are capable of carrying it, and obviously you have not let me down."

"How could you...!" Dean said in astonishment, this guy just sowed parasites on him without his consent!

"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing your palm for a while, and I'll take it away after it's over." The Pope's voice was full of comfort, which made Dean feel like a vexatious child.

Dean stared at the seed, and said after a while, "Are there any side effects?"

"It will just hurt a little." The Pope said, and there seemed to be a little more smile in his tone, "but it will help you."

Afterwards, he took a step back and turned around. The hem of the white robe drew an arc in the air, and his voice was distant and gentle: "Go."

"Wait a minute..."

Before he finished speaking, Dean felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if something was pulling his body, dragging him out of this space in an instant.A strong sense of weightlessness came, and he didn't even have time to utter an exclamation, and fell into a seat in the next second.

Dean returned to his car in an instant: "...Damn."

He subconsciously stretched out his left hand, and the golden seed was still lodged firmly in his palm. The golden light spots in the seed were swimming, looking magnificent and sacred, and the golden pattern was centered on the seed like a tattoo. Spreading out, Dean could feel the blood vessels and muscles under the skin slowly changing positions under the influence of the seeds, and he could even feel the vitality of the seeds beating like a heart.

It doesn't hurt, but it feels very weird. Dean felt dizzy and dizzy after just watching it for a while, and even felt like the roots had penetrated into his internal organs to extract nutrients frantically, which made him squirm The urge to vomit.

He glanced at the time. It had been 15 minutes since he left Sam, and he couldn't waste any more time.

Dean forced himself to temporarily forget the seed planted in his palm, and stepped on the accelerator.

"Hope this thing works..."