Huh? Are they all real?.

So they all fell silent.

Moen didn't urge them, but simply waited quietly for their reply.

Finally, the tavern owner took off his hat, threw it on the ground, and cursed:

"At worst, we can just go back to the People's Federation and cry under the covers! Boss, let's do it!"

After the first person stepped forward, the second and the third followed suit.

"Yeah, boss, let's do it!"

“We understand values ​​and principles better than any of them, but we’ve all accepted everything here, which is completely at odds with my upbringing. Boss, let’s do it!”

"Let's do it! At worst, I'll just lose my life!"

The transmigrators selected to come here are all carefully chosen elites.

Therefore, they are often among the most enlightened.

Previously, there were few opportunities, and they also knew that the pyramid structure here could not be changed.

But now, an opportunity to help those poor people has been presented to them.

Their dormant passion was also reignited!

Amidst the uproar of his companions, the mayor, his hand trembling, pressed down on this notebook that was both a devil and an angel:

"We promise!"

Chapter 297 Failure is rebellion, success is reform!

The time travelers accepted Moen's request.

Once they are ready, they will begin distributing the journals made by Moen.

At the same time, because they had promised the most difficult thing, Moen also asked them to do some other things.

They accepted all of this without question.

They've already done the most dangerous things, so what's a little more?

Only then did Moen and the girl travel to the holy city of Camelot.

He was going to complete his final plan there.

Regarding the arrival of Moen and the girl.

Göring showed great enthusiasm.

Although he couldn't receive them in person, he still tried his best to show his appreciation.

For example, from the moment Moen set foot in the Holy City, he would personally come to greet him.

At this moment, Moen and the girl were in a relatively quiet reception hall.

But no matter how secluded it may be, this place is still Camelot, the holy city of the Church of Storms.

Therefore, this place is filled with strong religious elements.

Moen and the girl were looking at the various saint statues standing in the hall.

Unfortunately, of the dozen or so statues here...

Moen only knows one person.

That was the first pope, and the only pope he personally appointed.

Moen still remembers the look of surprise on the other man's face when he first told him he wanted him to be the pope.

Moreover, Moen clearly remembered that he was not surprised that he wanted him to be the Pope, but rather that the great Lionheart would actually joke.

Before him, there was no pope in the church where there was a king, otherwise there would be suspicion of encroaching on royal power!

In a world where monarchy reigns supreme, this is a very serious problem.

Therefore, it is common sense that where there is a king, there is no pope.

Therefore, until he actually became pope, he always thought Mohn was joking with him.

Even when he actually sat on the papacy, he still looked incredulous and dumbfounded.

Moen couldn't help but laugh when he recalled this scene.

This made the girl next to him tilt her head and look at him.

Or rather, as long as she's by his side, the girl will keep looking at him.

Unless something absolutely necessary requires her to look away.

At first, Moen wasn't quite used to it either, but he never said anything about it.

He simply let the girl look at him quietly.

It was at this moment that a voice broke in:

"Did something happy happen to you? If you'd like, please tell me about it. After all, if one person's happiness is shared, then it becomes two people's happiness, don't you think?"

I turned my head to look in the direction of the sound.

Moen then saw the spirited Göring.

Seeing this, Moen smiled and said:

"But I want to keep this happiness to myself."

Göring simply shrugged and said:

"You're still as unconventional as ever, so please forgive me for being so late!"

"Thanks to the two of you, I now have quite a few adults and allies to meet with."

As he said this, the young bishop could hardly contain his smile.

He won by an absurd margin this time.

Not only did they take over the First Cardinal's faction in full, they also absorbed a significant portion of the Seventh Cardinal's influence.

With his own power, he has become the most exaggerated and powerful faction in the College of Cardinals!

All of this was due to the fact that the other party not only assassinated the First Cardinal, but also killed the Seventh Cardinal, causing unease to spread throughout the entire church.

"Ah, I've already arranged a dinner party. Please come with me."

After Göring finished speaking, he turned to the side and gestured for her to proceed.

Moen, however, stood still and shook his head, saying:

"There's no need to go there now."

Goering raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly:

"Oh? So you mean?"

Moen looked at him calmly and said:

"You should know that I have more needs than I need from working with you, right?"

Regarding this question, the youngest cardinal in history, Göring, smiled confidently:

"Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch. I am absolutely capable of giving you something in return. So, what do you and the people behind you want?"

Göring's chest puffed out even more, and the smile on his lips gradually widened.

Although his seat remains unchanged, it is clear to everyone that he is now the strongest contender for the next pope.

All he needs to do is take some time to consolidate the forces he has annexed and then patiently wait for the right opportunity.

Therefore, he didn't think he would be unable to meet the other party's demands.

But the first thing Moen said almost made him kneel down:

"All we want is to kill the Pope."

This was said so casually that Goering almost thought he was saying they were going to kill a fish or a chicken later.

After opening and closing his mouth several times, Göring finally managed a weak smile:

"I think I misheard you, could you please say it again?"

Moen shook his head at the hint and excuse Göring had given him, saying:

“You don’t need to say any of that. Our meaning is very clear: we want to kill the Pope.”

Finally, Moen looked at Goring with a smile in his eyes and said:

"Don't you want to be pope? From the youngest cardinal in history to the youngest pope in history?"

Göring shook his head decisively and said:

"Impossible! I haven't even established myself yet, and I'm far from that position! Even if you succeed, you'll only be making things easier for others. Or are you suggesting you can eliminate all the cardinals who came before me?"

Goring refused, but Moen knew he was hoping Moen would give him a reasonable explanation.

How could a gambler who has won not want to continue gambling?

He just needs someone else to push him.

So Moen gave him what he wanted:

“Cardinal Göring, we can only kill the Pope at most, but can’t you take care of the other cardinals?”

"Don't you have the strength to fight back now?"

Goering swallowed hard.

"Why did you kill the Pope?"

Regarding this crucial question, Moen simply put his hands behind his back, looked at him, and smiled:

"That's not important, Pope Göring."

A simple change in address caused this gambler, who had been gambling heavily, to develop unusual psychology and emotions.

But he still didn't agree. He loosened his collar and said:

I have no reason.

"Isn't eradicating the corruption and depravity of the church the best reason?"

Göring was sweating profusely.

"This is a rebellion."

Moen chuckled and then shook his head, saying:

"Failure is rebellion, success is reform!"

After saying this, Moen remained silent, simply waiting for Goring's reply.

If you've agreed, then continue preparing to assassinate the Pope.

It's okay if you don't agree.

If Goring doesn't agree, Moen's plan will have absolutely no chance of succeeding, so Moen will immediately abandon his initial idea.

He then directly purged the entire church in his capacity as the Lionheart.

Of course, Göring would die soon after.

Completely unaware that he was standing before the abyss, Göring's eyes had changed drastically.

Failure is considered rebellion, while success is seen as reform?!

Gamblers will never stop gambling.

So, Goring extended his hand to Moen and said:

"May Your Majesty bless us so that we may succeed in reforming this corrupt church!"

Chapter 298 Spring in the Holy City

That night.

Göring then devised a very promising plan.