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If that's true, then why didn't Evangelista XI tell me?

Through empathy, Bishop Isaac sensed the Pope's doubts, and it seemed that he was also unaware of the changes in the law.

"Among the Fallen Angels this time are Diplomatic Courier Gianluca and Universal Courier Oren..." The Pope read the list and concluded, "The impact of this incident is extremely severe. Since it occurred abroad, we are unable to promptly control it. The Leitanian side hopes we can send personnel to retrieve these seventeen individuals as soon as possible. Most of them are on the verge of mental collapse."

"I'll go myself." Bishop Isaac immediately stood up and said, "I'll rush to Leithania to handle this matter overnight."

The Pope nodded in agreement and added, "Patricion will be accompanied by a team of cavalry and muskets, and the notary office will also send a team of elite executors to assist. Please ensure that the impact of this incident is minimized and no further accidents occur."

Bishop Isaac had no objection to this. He left his seat and ran to the office area of ​​the seventh hall and began to contact people via the communication.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the law may have changed," the Pope said to the other cardinals. "Recently, I will be in seclusion to communicate with the Lord. I will leave most matters to you. Please do not disturb me unless necessary."

The cardinals accepted the order and left with worried looks on their faces as they rushed to their respective posts.

Evangelista XI returned to the basement of the cathedral, jumped over the quilt on the ground and came to the mainframe.

He already had some guesses about this incident in his mind. He felt that Oren and others fell from grace not because they attacked Mastema, but because they had included Chen Xiu, who was traveling with Mastema, in the attack range while chasing her.

Although the reason is still unclear, the Lord's concern for Chen Xiu is obviously abnormal.

Therefore, even if he is a Sarkaz, attacking him may lead to his fall.

But if the news that attacking the Sarkaz would lead to fall from heaven were to spread, it would cause a huge shock throughout Lateran.

If the Sarkaz gang in the Kazdel region knew about this, these daring guys might take the opportunity to attack Lateran, causing huge losses.

Therefore, the true cause of this incident must never be made public.

The best solution is to announce to the public that the law has changed, and anyone who attacks a fallen angel will also fall from heaven.

But the trouble is that this matter can be verified. It can be concealed for a while but not forever.

It is impossible that the Lord will change the law again and no longer protect the fallen angels, right?

The old Pope sighed deeply, feeling not only a headache but also tired.

"Evangelista XI, requesting to initiate interaction..."

After a few minutes, the solemnity on the Pope's face turned into surprise, and then into relief.

"The law has actually changed? From now on, if a Sakota attacks a Fallen Angel, he will also fall from heaven?"

In an instant, all the problems he had been worried about were solved, and the old Pope felt relieved.

It seems that those seventeen guys who acted on their own were just unlucky and ended up in trouble.

The Pope expressed his regret for his people, then turned and crawled into the bed behind him.

Pulling the quilt over him, Evangelista XI closed his eyes in peace.

I don’t have to get up early for the next few days and can sleep in. It’s such a long-awaited vacation.

Once Bishop Isaac returns, I will announce the changes in the law, and this incident will be over.

Chapter 120 Federico: The murderer! It must be my sister! (4K5)

Leitania, Reina Territory.

After a long and non-stop march, Bishop Isaac led his troops outside the city.

Lateran's team was clearly divided into three groups: the officials affiliated with the Seventh Department, the fully armed musketeers, and the executors of the notary office.

In the team of executors, a hedgehog-headed Sakota youth with a white disc on his head stood on tiptoe and looked at the front of the team, but quickly shrank back into the team and elbowed his white-haired companion next to him.

"Federico, what do you think of this urgent mission? If possible, I don't want to come at all."

"Keep quiet, Richele," Federico replied coldly. "Before we officially contact the target, we don't have enough information about what's going on to make any effective judgments. We should conserve our energy."

Rickey was also used to his colleague's cold attitude.

In other words, it is precisely because Federico is different from other Sacotas that the two can become friends.

"Hey, you! I've got nothing to do before entering the city anyway, so it's okay to let my imagination run wild a bit, right? After all, that was seventeen Sakotas falling from grace! Have you ever heard of such a thing before? Anyway, I have never heard of it."

"Based on analysis of the current intelligence, the following possibilities exist for the mass astronaut fall."

Federico suddenly started talking to himself, perhaps trying to stop his companions from chattering meaninglessly.

"First, the target of the operation involved individuals with Sakota's identity, triggering the legal protection mechanism; second, the enemy used some kind of mental magic, causing collective cognitive bias; third, the law had changed, but the Papal Office did not detect and announce it in time."

"That makes sense." Rickelai rubbed his chin and asked, "Which possibility do you think is the most likely?"

This time Federico ignored him, closed his eyes and stood there to rest.

Seeing this, Richele stopped harassing Federico and took out the donuts to eat.

In the musketeer corps next door, a fiery-red-haired Liberian girl looked very out of place.

She was surrounded by sakotas with halos on their heads, which made her stand out among the group of white cans.

Patrizión, holding a huge gun, stood at the front of the team. The morning breeze blew his bright red cloak, adding a bit of heroism to him.

Perhaps sensing Fiammetta's eager gaze, Patrizión turned his head slightly to look at his granddaughter, and gave a thumbs up to the Liberi girl in the team.

Although the helmet was covering his face, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he was grinning under the visor.

The musketeers and musketeer reserves tactfully turned their heads away and admired the surrounding scenery.

Fiammetta kept a straight face and tried to pretend not to see anything.

But then I thought, the reason I was able to come along this time was because I owed Patrizión a favor.

Evangelista XI only arranged for a team of cavalry to accompany him, but Patrizión brought an additional reserve team of cavalry.

Although Patrizión didn't say it explicitly, Fiameta knew he did it for her.

After all, this matter involves Mostima.

When Mostima was expelled before, he wanted to catch up.

It was Patrizione who stopped her and stood at the door, keeping her inside the house for the whole day.

She knew that what Patrizión did was right and for her own good, but she still had a cold war with him until today.

But now, Fiameta felt that if she didn't pay any attention to him, it would be a bit too much.

Thinking of this, the cold-faced girl from Liberi pulled the corners of her mouth and revealed a smile.

After receiving the response, Patrizión returned to his normal state with satisfaction.

After all, this is a formal occasion, so we still need to pay attention to our image.

Willlife walked out of the city gate and quickly came to Bishop Isaac.

"Bishop, I have contacted the Queen's Voice and can now lead the entire team into the city."

"Thank you for your hard work." Bishop Isaac nodded and said, "Virllife, have you heard any news from them?"

"A little bit," Vallif replied. "The description of seventeen people falling from heaven is not accurate, as four of them are already dead."

"Dead? What's going on?" Bishop Isaac asked.

Vallif shook her head. "I don't know the details, but according to the Queen's Voice, they didn't even leave any bodies behind."

Bishop Isaac's expression tightened.

Not only did a group of people fall from the sky, but there were also extremely tragic casualties.

If this incident is not handled properly, not only Lateran, but also all other countries will pay attention to it.

After all, things don't usually go wrong in Rutland, but if something does, it's definitely a big deal.

"Let's go find Gianluca and Oren and ask them what's going on."

"Bishop, you and Monsignor Patrizión still need to meet with Count Reina," Vallif gently reminded him. "The executors can handle the details."

Bishop Isaac slapped his forehead, feeling that he was really confused because of his anxiety.

After all, this is a diplomatic occasion, and some necessary procedures must be followed and cannot be omitted.

"Just do as you say."

Valerie nodded and went to find Patrizione.

"Alright." Patrizión nodded after listening. "Let me take the lance squad with you. That way it will be formal enough. The reserve guys will follow the executors and see if they can help in any way."

Willif felt that there was nothing wrong with Patrizión's arrangement, so she nodded in agreement.

She also reported the latest situation to the other party, which surprised the old man.

“What!? Not even a body was left, everything was burned to ash? T-this is too much!!”

Patrizión clenched his gauntlets, the rage rising in his heart like the roar of a cannon, and he was enraged by the fate of his compatriots.

But then he realized something was wrong. He had seen that girl Mostima before, and she didn't seem like a cruel person.

The most important thing is that the means used are not right, as Mostima is not good at fire magic.

Thinking of the Pope's previous inexplicable instructions, Patrizión couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Could it be that the Sarkaz named Chen Xiu is the key to this incident?

Led by the soldiers, the Executioner Squad and the Gunnery Reserve Squad arrived at the hospital in the city.

When they arrived outside the ward and pushed open the door, everyone subconsciously stopped in their tracks. The scene inside was so unbearable to look at.

Pale daylight leaked in through the gaps in the blinds, cutting messy shadows on the walls of the ward.

Gianluca curled up in the corner of the hospital bed. The once elegant diplomatic courier now looked extremely haggard, with a shattered halo hanging above his head like broken porcelain.

His cracked lips kept repeating: "Lord, please take back this curse..."

The bed next to me suddenly erupted in a sharp sound of metal scraping. The lifeless Oren was frantically scraping the bedside table with his newly born pointed tail, and the spurs on the tip of his tail plowed sparks on the iron sheet.

"Noisy!"

An anxious and angry roar came from the corner. A young Sakota covered his head tightly with a pillow, but the dark horns still peeked through the fabric, mocking his powerlessness.

The most terrifying thing is that Sakota has scales growing on his body after falling from the angel.

At this moment, he was gritting his teeth and tearing the scales on his arms. His arms were bleeding, and the quilt and sheets were stained with dark red blood.

Although the executors had extensive work experience, this was the first time they had seen such a scene.

They were even somewhat thankful that Sakota would be excluded from empathy after his fall from heaven, otherwise they really didn't know how terrible and crazy the negative emotions they would feel.

Federico pushed through the stiff crowd and strode into the ward.

He walked straight up to the self-harming Sakota, raised his hand and hit him with the butt of his gun, knocking him unconscious.

"Call a nurse to bandage him and stop the bleeding," Federico said, turning around. "Given the possibility of him acting violently after waking up, we recommend temporarily restraining his movements and finding someone to provide him with the necessary psychological and mental comfort and counseling as soon as possible."

Ricke immediately stepped forward to restrain the man, while Fiameta took out the first aid items he had with him.

Federico's actions effectively intimidated the fallen angels. This guy is definitely the type of person who is ruthless and doesn't talk much.

Seeing that order had been temporarily restored in the ward, Federico came to Gianluca's bedside.

"I am Federico Giallo, executor of the Lateran Notary Office, and Gianluca, the Lateran diplomatic courier to Letania. I will be questioning you on behalf of the Vatican. Will you cooperate?"

After saying that, Federico looked at the bed on the other side.

"Same to you, Oren, the Messenger of Nations."

"go ahead."

Oren raised his eyes and stared at Federico.

"I also want to know why I became like this!"

Gianluca glanced at the Sacotas gathered at the door of the ward and sighed.

"Executor, please begin your questioning. I will not conceal anything I know, and I bear witness to the law."

"Question: Before your fall, did you suddenly hear the sound of a zither, or see a slender adult Sakota woman with long black hair roaming around?"

Federico asked the question that concerned him most first.

At the same time, this was also his most inclined guess about this mass fall.

"No," Oren answered simply, "We didn't hear any particularly strange noises at the time."

Gianluca's expression shifted as he noticed Federico's last name.