Alien Knights

"You mean, let us rush to the Great Cathedral and rescue a bunch of children who can't even hold a dagger in front of tens of thousands of mad believers?!" Aldenan couldn't believe his ears and shouted towards Randall yelled, "This is suicide!"

Bulwer blew out a breath of white air from the cow's nose and roared at Aldenan: "You dare to question the Dragon God's decision?!"

Aldenan waved his wolf claws and asked loudly: "Then tell me how to complete this suicide mission?!"

"Shut up!" Carol squatted next to Randall, pointing at a simple map Pedro drew on the ground with tree branches and said, "Come here and listen!"

Pedro pointed to an entrance on the "map" and said: "This is the prison we are in. Because it is remote and sparsely populated, few people come here. And during our attack here, we did not let anyone go. . So, for a while, I guess no one will notice us.”

Randall said: "But the prison robbery will be exposed sooner or later."

"That's right." Pedro nodded: "The next changing of the guard in the prison will be at dawn. If everything goes well, we should have less than two hours."

Carol frowned and asked: "Two hours? How can you transfer so many children in such a short time?"

Pedro moved the branch to a building on the "map": "This is the Great Cathedral, this is the Sacred Corridor, and less than two hundred meters to the south is the Confessional House, where the clergy are praying to God. A place of confession. If the child is taken away in such a grand manner, the guards will definitely find him."

Stopping Aldenan's question with his hand, Pedro suddenly asked: "I'm not sure if you are familiar with the history of the church?"

"Father, now is not a good time for a history lesson." Randall said with a wry smile: "It will be dawn soon."

Pedro smiled and waved his hands: "Patience, patience. There is a famous scandal in the history of the church - prostitutes were in power. From the pope to the deacons, they all had mistresses in the city of Tyro. Think about it, in the city of Tyro How did those prostitutes get in and have a tryst with the clergy in such a heavily guarded religious place?"

Randall's eyes lit up: "You mean?"

"That's right, it's the Confession House. It has many rooms and good sound insulation. No one will disturb you. It's the best place for peace talks." Pedro nodded and said, "Bishop Yarbrough once told me that there is a The passage to the city.”

Karin said: "In that case, what are we waiting for? Let's go now."

Kellogg asked: "One more question, how should we approach the Confession?"

Pedro said: "As I said before, today is a pilgrimage. Everyone will gather in the cathedral. There should not be too many guards in the confessional."

Randall arranged his equipment and nodded: "As long as we rescue those children, we can hide them in a safe house in the city. After Lord Cumberland breaks the city, everyone will be safe."

Watching everyone leave one by one, Aldenan suddenly grabbed Carol and asked in a low voice: "Brother, have you ever thought about why the church imprisoned those underage children in the confessional?"

Carroll was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened, veins popped out on his forehead, he pushed Aldenan away and roared: "Shut up!"

Aldernan shrugged and said nothing.

Taylor's Cathedral, ceremony preparation room.

Throat Bone sat on the chair, put his feet up on the baptistery, and looked at everything in front of him in a funny way.

Seven or eight deacon assistants are surrounding Bishop Jacob, wearing the papal ribbon of Holy Orders and the supreme cassock.

Throatbone tilted his head and said to Miles next to him: "This scene reminds me of the monkeys in the circus."

The old man lowered his eyelids: "Monkey?"

"The monkey who performed on stage for the first time saw only excitement and joy in his eyes when he watched people put the most gorgeous clothes on themselves."

"As the monkey performs on stage more and more often, when faced with that gorgeous costume, the original joy in the monkey's eyes has long since disappeared, leaving only endless fear and disgust."

Throatbone tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers: "It's just that, unlike the monkey, our new Pope will never have a second chance to go on stage."

Melis turned his gaze to the Holy Cross in the room and said nothing.

Throat Bone turned his head and asked Miles: "I remember that you were a devout believer in the past."

Miles didn't speak.

"It's no wonder that after seeing so many secrets in the church, no matter how devout a believer is, he will doubt his own faith." Throatbone twirled his fingers and counted while saying: "Inquisition, torture chambers, redemption coupons... And in that Confession, God saw His servants committing such evil acts but remained indifferent. Either God himself is an evil being, or He never existed from the beginning to the end."

Mairis opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse: "Just because I deny the church doesn't mean I deny God."

Throatbone smiled: "The end point of mystics is endless nothingness."

Mairis was stunned: "If I remember this sentence correctly, it should have been said by Saladin."

Throatbone slowly put away his smile: "He is one of the few people who is wise enough to see through the world."

Mairis looked at the expression on his throat and asked strangely: "Do you want to save him?"

"Yes." Throatbone nodded slightly: "But, first, he must welcome death."

"Mr. Katili, look at my outfit, how do you like it?" Bishop Jacob, wearing the papal robe, excitedly turned around and asked for his evaluation from the throat bone.

"Awesome! Whether it's appearance or temperament. Master Jacob, the fit between you and this outfit is irrefutable and perfect!"

Throatbone clapped his hands and said with a smile: "The position of Pope itself is prepared by God for you."

Jacob's face was red, and his whole body was swaying from side to side as if he was drunk.

At this moment, a dull explosion came from a distance, waking him up from his joy.

Throat Bone glanced out the window: "It looks like the enemy's offensive is very fierce."

Throat Bone turned his head and looked at Jacob again: "I don't know, can the defenders be able to hold on?"

Jacob shook his head with a pale face: "Even that old guy Brom couldn't stop the enemy with tens of thousands of troops. What can the garrison on the city wall do?"

The throat bone pretended to lower his head: "Your Majesty, what you said is absolutely true."

Jacob paced on the spot and said hesitantly: "But, do you really want to use that?"

Throatbone smiled slightly: "Apart from this, is there any other way?"

Jacob frowned.

Throatbone said softly: "Sir, do you want to become the pope with the shortest reign in history?"

Jacob pursed his lips and grasped the Holy Orders of the Pope with both hands.