The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1740 Glio

"Perfect place, perfect food, perfect service. I didn't know there was such a perfect enjoyment in the world. I just couldn't bear to miss it." Ye Feng was very satisfied.

The vampire beauty smiled happily: "The leader of the alliance has won unprecedented honors for our dark race. Such enjoyment is nothing."

Papal Palace.

It is still the luxurious, majestic, heaven-like bedroom.

Griot was standing in front of a large oil painting half the height of a man, deep in thought.

The oil painting has not yet been completed. Griot is holding a pen in one hand and a color box in the other, looking at something in a daze.

He seemed to be having some creative hiccup and was throwing himself into it.

Suddenly, someone quietly opened the curtain of the bedroom door and walked in quietly.

The four bishops guarding the door turned around and saw that it was Archbishop Owen.

"Your Excellency Owen." The four bishops quickly bent down and made the sign of the cross on their chests.

"Well, is Your Majesty still thinking about it?"

"Yes, I am used to it. Your Majesty will think about it for a long time when he encounters something difficult to write about." A bishop replied in a low voice.

Owen couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart: His Majesty is too obsessed with art.

The matter was so important that Owen decided to interrupt Glio's elegance, waved away the four bishops, and then sneaked forward.

"Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing you." Owen said apologetically.

In fact, Griot already knew that Owen had come in, but he was obsessed with art and ignored Owen.

Seeing that Glio didn't pay attention to him, Owen was a little embarrassed and called out again: "Your Majesty, please forgive me for disturbing you."

"What's the matter?" Glio finally turned his head in displeasure, feeling bad about being interrupted.

"Barnard is back," Owen said cautiously.

"Huh?" The Pope didn't understand.

"Barnard is back from England."

Grio understood this time and frowned slightly: "So soon? Has the matter over there been resolved?"

Irving hesitated to speak. After a long time, he sighed and said, "The situation is very bad. Let him tell His Majesty."

The Pope suddenly had a bad premonition and said in a deep voice: "Where are the others?"

"Just outside the door."

"Let him in."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Owen turned around, "Your Majesty announces Barnard's presence."

Barnard opened the curtain and walked in with a grimace.

"Your Majesty, I have a mission and I ask for your forgiveness." Barnard blamed himself first.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Glio's voice was so deep and scary.

"Cedric and his knights of the Royal Ecclesiastical Order, as well as the Dervishes, have all fallen."

"What!? This is impossible!" Glio lost his usual composure and his face was extremely shocked.

Knights and ascetics were nothing in Glio's opinion, but Cedric was different. He was the sub-saint of the Holy See, so he had fallen!

"Although the result is sad, the facts are certain." Barnard looked a little flustered. "Your Majesty, the dark world has issued the bloodiest letter of war to the Holy See."

Although Glio didn't get along well with Cedric, he now felt a bit sad: "Lord, may Cedric go to heaven and enjoy your glory."

Seeing Glio so sad, Owen and Barnard were silent for a moment.After a long time, Glio's expression gradually calmed down, and he regained his god-like majesty and composure.

Owen said cautiously: "Your Majesty, the dark race is stronger than before. We must prepare early."

"Despicable dark creatures." Grio was furious, a cold light flashed in his deep eyes, "I want the dark race to completely disappear from this world! Send me my order and start a war against the dark world!"

When Owen and Barnard were about to retreat, Glio suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

"Your Majesty, please order."

"You must seize the time to find the holy relics lost by the Holy See at all costs!"

"Your Majesty, please rest assured that we will do our best and never let the sacred objects fall into the hands of the Dark Alliance."

"Okay, let's go." Glio waved his hand and fell into thought again.

Shortly after Owen and Barnard left, Griot, who was lost in thought, hurried back to the unfinished scroll, picked up a brush, dipped a little color in it, and started painting on the blank areas.

Soon, a perfect oil painting was completed, and a majestic, steep and lonely mountain peak was added to the blank part.

Grio put down the brush with satisfaction, stretched out his right hand and drew a circle in front of him.

A bright holy light flashed in the room, forming a bright and peaceful aperture.

A large mountain suddenly appeared in the bright circle of light. The mountain was quickly pulled closer, revealing an ancient castle.

The castle was pulled closer, revealing a spacious prayer room in the castle.

In the prayer room, there were three old monks with gray hair and pious expressions praying devoutly.

Glio said politely: "The Lord bless you, my respected elders."

These three old monks are not ordinary people. They are the three cardinal archbishops of the previous pope. They are survivors of the last dark war. They have now given up their secular duties and retired to a mountain top somewhere.

Facing such a senior member of the Holy See, Griot could not but express a certain amount of respect.

An old monk opened his eyes and smiled: "Seymour has met His Majesty."

"Stanley has met His Majesty!"

"Terence has met His Majesty!"

Although the three devout monks are senior, they are still very respectful to the current Pope.

"We haven't seen each other for many years. Are the three elders in good health?" Glio said with a pleasant look on his face.

The leader, Seymour, smiled, stroked his white beard, and replied: "Fortunately, we old guys are still healthy even though we are over a hundred years old."

"My intuition tells me that your Majesty may be in trouble this time, right?" Terence looked determined.

"Elder Terrence is right." Glio's face suddenly became solemn, "A new round of dark war has begun!"

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the old monks suddenly changed.

Seymour's face was full of sorrow: "Will this tragedy happen again?"

"Despicable dark creatures, they want to cause sin again." Stanley crossed himself devoutly on his chest, his face sad.

"Your Majesty, do you need our help?" Terrence asked calmly.

"Yes." Glio nodded, "The Dark Alliance is coming very fiercely this time, and its strength is unprecedentedly powerful. Even Cedric fell to heaven."

The expressions of the three old monks changed drastically - Cedric had fallen. He was the most powerful person second only to the Pope!

"The knights and ascetic monks of the Royal Order of the Church have all fallen." Glio added with a sad face.

The old monks were shocked again, with sad faces.

(End of this chapter)