Mayne stood at the top of the tower, looking through the window at the silver-clad city of Helmes.

Since the last time a large group of evil beasts attacked the new holy city, the ice sheet has temporarily calmed down, and the snow has weakened a lot, and the city residents have ushered in a rare leisure.

These days should be a day to celebrate, but Mayne’s heart is still empty.In order to kill the terrible giant mixed evil beasts, a team of God's samurai washed out of the wall from the side door and faced them on the front.Nineteen people were injured and two died.After the two behemoths had been cut off their limbs, they roared on the ground for a long time, and finally the guards on the wall killed them with spears.However, compared with the loss of the divine punishment army, what scares him is the time node represented by the evil beast.

After a long silence, he sighed and sat back at the table, wanting to open the sacred cantonment again and look at it again.

"You just tattered it, and nothing will change," said Teflon, who happened to be carrying two hot drinks into the ring room, and he pushed a cup to Mayne, "Oberlain has not promised to see you yet?"

"I have made a third request to the Privy Council, but there is still no response," Mayne said anxiously, "and I don't know what is busy under the cromantomy, this critical moment——"

"Don't worry," Teflon interrupted, "you yourself have said that the canon was written by the first pope, and that mistakes will inevitably occur, and that after more than four hundred years, who can guarantee that everything is right?"

"But it is different," said the archbishop, shaking his head, "if the time is miscalculated, it will be a disaster for us!"Now we have invested a great deal of power and energy in the unification of the kingdom, in order to gather the strength of the whole continent to fight the devil, but if the time is cut in half, we will not be able to accumulate so many God-punished troops after the war!”

"Quiet, Monsieur Mayne," laughed the old bishop, and he slowly tasted a hot drink, "the fact has already happened, the tussles of hell have appeared before us, and no one can change it."But there may be two reasons.”

“What reason?”

“You take a drink first and I’ll say it,” he said, touching his beard.

Mayn took up the cup, looked like a cup of goat milk, close, but there was a syringe rushed into the nose, "What is there?"

"Winter flowers," Teflon opened his mouth, "although you can't drink dream water directly, but it's still good to do this, it can at least help you relieve tension, and help you sleep."

Mayn a mouthful of goat milk to drink dry, the throat came from the spicy burning feeling, although the fragrant of goat milk diluted the stimulation of winter flower juice, but for he who does not often drink this drink is still a little unsuitable.Cough twice, he wiped his mouth, "Even a glass of dream water, can't let me fall asleep at this moment, can you say it now?" 」

"One possibility is that the Pope wrote wrong, for an old man, there are often dizziness, memory mistakes, I know this."Teferon shrugged.

“It is unlikely,” Mayne frowned, “that it is about the layout and arrangement of the church, and even to the fate of mankind, which he must have written with caution and care.”What about the second point?”

“The second is that, because of certain unknown circumstances, everything has changed.”

The archbishop waited a moment, saw that the other party did not continue to say, surprised, "Is that so?"

“That’s all.”He repeated.

“What’s the joke, everything has changed?”For that reason, all our efforts will be paid for!Why can you say so lightly—”

“Mr. Mayne!”Tiffelden’s voice suddenly raised a few degrees, “What are you asking for, a way to defeat the devil?”Or do you think that only you want to hold Helmes and keep the devil’s footsteps out of the ice?”

“...” Mayne groaned.

"Whoever wants to win every battle, but so far, even against the four kingdoms, we are not always winning every battle, let alone the devil from hell?" 」He said, “Have you forgotten the Pope’s teaching?”There is not much difference between excessive force and fear, and what you have to do is accept the facts and then step by step to the end – and as to the outcome, it is not something we can control.”

Fear of the result. . .Mayne's heart was shocked, he was right, he was indeed afraid, afraid of becoming pope, failed to stop the footsteps of the devil, and finally let mankind be buried in his own hands.

"I've been like you before," Teflon's voice suddenly lowered, "but Heather's death made me understand that the results are often unpredictable."The evil moon was ahead of the signs, and we still conquered Wolf Heart before the heavy snow fell, just as planned... but Heather was dead, and the way of war changed.Even so, we still have to go on," he said, getting up, patting Mayne on the shoulder, and walking outside the hall, "so... whether it's five years or ten years, you have to go to the end unswervingly, not for the way that must be won, but to do your duty, even if the result is not the result."

The door closed, and Mayne looked at the empty glass in front of him, half-sounding and speechless.

He had to admit that the other party had a right to say, but how could he not be afraid when he really had to shoulder this responsibility?

Suddenly, a presiding judge came in, "Lord Mayne, the Pope wants to see you."

It's finally here!

He stood up and said, "Take me to the Privy Council."

...

The central area hidden deep in the ground of the plateau is still cold and silent.

Entering the Church of the Holy See, Mayne was slightly surprised, and today there was no conversion ceremony, but the candles in the hall were all lit up, and the dense fire outlined an orange-yellow outline for the hall.The chandelier on the head is like a godland with stars.

Underneath the crown sat on the throne, looking at him quietly.

Mayn felt a glimmer of something wrong, he pressed the bottom of his heart to doubt, went to the seat, his hands fell to his knees, his forehead touched the ground.

“Get up, child.”The Pope’s voice was so slight that it was hard to hear what he was saying without paying attention.

Mayn straight up, saw that the aspect of the face is full of uncontrollable old age and fatigue, as if for a long time did not rest."Please pay attention to your body."

"No," he laughed, and the deep wrinkles covered his cheeks, "I'm going to die."

“Under the quilt, you won’t—”

"No, listen to me, child."Oberleine interrupted the bishop with a hard time, "I know the condition of my body, and there is no doubt that my limit is coming."He paused for a moment and took a deep breath, "The purpose of calling you today is to pass on the papacy to you."

(Unfinished.)