When it comes to the Vatican, the first reaction of yellow people is mostly like "Oh, the old lair of the Catholic Church". People who believe in God will choose to slide a cross on their chest to show their piety to God and their respect for the pope.

Although the Vatican in later generations did not even exist in the army, no one dared to imagine aggression because of this reason.

The power of religion was revealed in the Middle Ages, and the traces after the surging blood waves were clearly visible. Who dared to easily tremble the power of faith? As the religion with the widest range of believers in the world, although its direct power has been weakened, its indirect influence is rising steadily.

Therefore, as long as the believers still exist, the Pope will always be one of the most noble people in the world.

But now, the Pope, who has a high status in his plane, frowned his majestic eyebrows.

In the Papal Palace, in the convention hall covered with precious Turkish hand-made carpets, a handsome middle-aged man wearing a white monk's uniform with a large velvet hangs on his shoulders was sitting on a wide golden seat. There was a archbishop in the left and right of the throne.

"Your Majesty, the acquisition of ore has failed again. I think the saints have noticed us." The old man on the left said slowly, closing his eyes.

"Yeah!" The pope responded lightly, and there was no change in his expression.

The tall and thin old man on the right stretched out a hand from under the big red command, pinched a green ore the size of a fist and said: "The first team carrying ore came back from several groups, and the others were all snatched back by that force. According to your order, we did not have much conflict with them, but the deacons under the referee were injured!"

The Pope nodded slightly and said, "Leave it to the prophet. Since he saw it and suggested that we take the lead, he should unravel the secret of this ore."

"As for orders, my Majesty!" The old man on the left bowed slightly, quickly reached out and took the ore that the old man on the right rushed over at an electric speed, and gently collected it in the big army. "The subordinate science branch has been on standby for a long time, so we will soon find out the secret here and figure out why the saints value this thing."

The Pope nodded without comment. He said, "It has been decades since the Saints Organization first appeared in front of our eyes. Over the years, the subordinate intelligence departments have never heard of the Saints' activities?"

"The organization of Saints does not have frequent activities. Sometimes it happens a few times a year, and sometimes it only happens once a few years. Although each action is different, it revolves around mutants." The prophet paused slightly. He continued: "Although there is no clear proof, I can be sure that the saints have great power in Europe and even the world's powerful countries, and there are many people serving them. Although our church has the glory of God, it is still slightly inferior."

"Since that's the case, why did the prophet ask me to take out the ore they want first and provoke them for no reason?" The tall and thin old man frowned slightly and said lightly.

This time, his five major combat powers were seriously injured, which directly reduced one-third of the referee's combat power. Although it was not only a matter of injury, it also made him feel very dissatisfied with the prophet who proposed this plan.

"No reason?" The Prophet raised his lips gently, his eyes lowered and looked at him with a squinted expression, and said, "It seems that our referee has forgotten the time that has caused the upset of London decades ago!"

"That vampire?" The referee had long eyelids and twitched. He really couldn't forget this. It was the first time he took over the referee and returned to the task of being ineffective. Such a shame and humiliation was unforgettable, and he would not forget it for no reason. However, he would not reveal it in front of the prophet.

Although he said a question to express his surprise, the two people in the hall heard the strangeness in his voice very clearly.

The prophet smiled faintly and stopped responding. He turned to look at the Pope in White and said, "Your Majesty should still remember that the Vice Referee reported this to you at that time."

The Pope nodded slightly and did not speak.

"This time I accidentally peeked at their target in advance and sent personnel to take the initiative. Of course, I would not just want to get such a strange ore." The prophet paused slightly and said, "But test the saints' attitude towards us and their exploration of this organization."

The pope raised his eyes slightly and said, "So, what is your conclusion?"

"From the news uploaded by the vice referee, the other party does not want to have a conflict with us!" The prophet smiled: "During the battle, they reminded the opponent several times, hoping that they could take the initiative to hand over the ore. They are more merciless to the mutant deacons, but are decisive to ordinary monks. From this point of view, we can see that the other party is definitely a mutantist."

"What then?" The referee's long mouth moved slightly, trying to show a disdainful expression, but in the end he didn't implement it. He just asked lightly: "Do you know what this is useful to us? Didn't the saints still take action when it's time to rob?"

"At least we can be sure that the other party is not targeting our organization. Moreover, judging from the emergence of six high-level mutants and nine secondary mutants, the strength of the other party's organization is definitely much stronger than ours." The prophet lowered his head slightly and pondered for a while and continued: "When we understand this, we can take a good measure when we face them again. It is possible to cooperate, use or even attract foreign aid to the church."

"All nonsense!" The referee fought with a big red commander and shouted softly: "We fought with each other twice, and the deacons suffered a lot. Even if the other party didn't mind, the monks under him would not compromise easily!"

"Oh!" The prophet looked at the referee with a pitiful look and said, "It is because you don't know how to compromise that the referee has made no progress in the past decades!"

The referee was so angry that he was so angry that he had a long lung, but instead he smiled and kept nodding lightly, as if he was agreeing with the other party's words and was humbly taught.

The prophet's eyes tightened slightly. Years of dealings made him realize that the other party had already had a real fire. He quickly took back the words that had rushed to his mouth and turned to the pope and said, "Your Majesty, although the ore matter was successfully resolved, the other party has also noticed my existence. We have to show up on the European battlefield!"

"The referee will dispatch and send another diocese's staff!" The pope nodded lightly and said, "As a priest, you will be more effective for the post-war lambs. Let's retreat, it's time to pray!"
Chapter completed!