Then Federer paused. "Before, we agreed to negotiate because you were away and the temple needed your decision. But now that you have come back, you decide whether to talk or not?"

    Shen Wanqing picked his eyebrows and was about to speak, 748 but hurriedly said, "the host, the host, can''t be destroyed, can''t be destroyed!"

    She said, "Oh?"

    "Where''s the gold Lord''s father!" 748 worried, "if you destroy the temple, maybe the gold Lord''s father is gone!"

    "In the temple? Do you know who it is?" Shen Wanqing asked.

    748 shook his head, "no... I don''t know..."

    She rolled her eyes. "It''s no use!"

    …

    …

    It will soon be the day of negotiation.

    The ancient castle, looking at the past, is pure to white, holy and free from fine dust. The whole temple looks quiet and pious. The temple is decorated with light golden silver wire, and the porcelain is white and crystal.

    The believers in the hall were wearing pure white soft robes, wearing a string of light gold beads around their heads, and a light blue gem was hanging in the middle of their eyebrows.

    It was dark at night. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, the believers sighed, "I heard that the blood clan has come and lives near the church!"

    "Yes, we will negotiate tomorrow... I don''t know what excessive demands the blood clan animals will make..." the people nearby also sighed.

    Believer a shook his head sadly, "how brilliant the temple was before, how did it become like this?"

    "Ah, I know, I know. I heard them say, they say..." believer B said, suddenly stunned, looked around vigilantly, then carefully leaned close to believer A''s ear and said secretly: "they said it was because the light energy under the Pope''s crown was disappearing bit by bit!"

    Believer A immediately took a cold breath. The man hurriedly pushed believer B away. His eyes were frightened and angry. "You''re crazy. Can you talk about slander under the crown of the pope! Where did you hear that? I''ll tell the bishop!"

    With that, believer a quickly turned and looked at the bright moon above his head, folded his hands, closed his eyes reverently and devoutly, and whispered, "please forgive me under the Pope''s crown. Believers will never have the slightest intention of blasphemy and slander."

    Believer B looked at the response of believer a so great that he couldn''t help becoming a little frightened. He... He just guessed that they worship the holy Pope at will. He''s really damn!

    Believer B''s trembling hands and feet closed and kept whispering towards the bright full moon.

    For believers in the temple of light, in addition to the bishop, the most revered God is the mysterious Pope in the temple.

    He is a sacred and inviolable existence in the hearts of all believers. In front of the gods, everything is pale, holy and bright, as noble as a God''s residence.

    Anyone''s speech is blasphemy, and no believer will blaspheme his God.

    At this time, the woods on one side moved and made a slight rustle.

    Believer a was nervous and immediately turned his head to look at the woods and said in a harsh voice, "who, who''s over there?"

    There was silence all around. There was no sound. It was very quiet.

    Believer B looked around and pulled believer A''s sleeve with a little fear. He whispered, "maybe some bird flew away. Don''t make a fuss. Let''s go quickly. The bishop is still waiting for us!"