Heroes of Silver Moon

"Your Majesty, is it important to hold Mass so late?" A thin old man who was so old that he had no beard or hair asked the Pope with the support of two nuns.

"Master, I feel that today the cathedral will welcome a very distinguished guest," the Pope said excitedly to the old man.

"Oh, that is to say, you have sensed a distinguished guest, so you have prepared a cathedral-level mass, right?" He quietly clenched the crutch in his hand, but the old man still said calmly.

"Master, believe me, I have never had such a clear feeling before, this time I will be sure," the Pope said excitedly without noticing the old man's increasingly hostile expression.

"Hehe, I'll beat you to death!", being supported by the nun, the old man picked up his crutches and tremblingly hit the Pope directly.

"Ouch, master, be careful." As a master priest, the Pope easily escaped the old man's slow-motion "attack".

"You" also know that at the age of one hundred and forty-eight, it is impossible for you to hit the Pope. The old man pointed at the Pope angrily and said, "I shouldn't have let you be the Pope at the beginning. ".

"Tsk, master, if I don't become the pope, should I let the archbishop be the pope?" Pope Moonlight replied without showing any weakness.

"Hey, why am I involved again?" The archbishop, who was sitting in a place where no one was silently nibbling a melon and watching this good show, thought speechlessly.

"You, you," the old man pointed at the Pope out of breath.

When the Pope saw the old man, who was about to return to the embrace of the goddess, he quickly cast a calming spell on the old man.

"You, I'm going to sue you at the Goddess's place." After saying a harsh word, the old man tremblingly left again with the nun's support.

"My prediction this time will definitely be accurate," the Pope shouted loudly, looking at the old man's back.

"Stop yelling, we are holding a mass in the middle of the night, and it has already disturbed the people around the cathedral." Seeing the crowds around the cathedral gathering more and more, the archbishop reluctantly walked out of no one's place and said.

"Hmph, then go over and comfort them." Seeing the archbishop's listless appearance, the Pope was very angry, and quickly put on a pair of shoes for the archbishop.

Mass is about to start, and you still look like you haven't woken up!

"Wow, trough", Xi mentioned the small shoes given by his immediate superior, and the archbishop suddenly woke up, standing where he was, with a dazed expression on his face.

Da da da, just as the archbishop was racking his brains and fooling the crowd, a luxurious carriage slowly entered the eyes of the archbishop.

"No, yes, let's go!" Looking at this luxurious carriage, the Archbishop suddenly felt a pain in his ass. In the Silver Moon Kingdom, there should be very few people who can come here in this kind of carriage!

"It really makes him guess right?" The expression on the archbishop's face suddenly became uncertain.

The good thing is that the Pope seems to be right once at last; the bad thing is that in the Silver Moon Kingdom, the only person who can hold a cathedral-level mass is the king.

And this luxurious carriage driving towards the cathedral is obviously not a royal carriage! Pope bastard!

Didn't you say that the induction this time will definitely be accurate?

The carriage stopped slowly, and the old lady got out of the carriage slowly with the support of the nun, and then saw the people gathered around the cathedral.

"This", the old woman was dumbfounded, what's going on!

"What's the matter, Bishop Margarita?" Pulling Simon who was floating, Clifford got out of the carriage, and was also shocked by the sight in front of him.

"Hey, Sister Margarita, how could it be you!" After pushing through the crowd, the archbishop was shocked when he saw the old woman.

This Pope's prophecy is interesting! Bishop Margarita is here!

If it had to be said that besides the king in the Silver Moon Kingdom, who else could allow the Pope to hold the Mass in person, it would probably be Bishop Margarita.

"Nurse, why are you here!" the archbishop approached Bishop Margarita and said respectfully.

He was an orphan who grew up in a monastery, and the nun of the monastery was Bishop Margarita at that time, so it is not an exaggeration to say that the archbishop was raised by Bishop Margarita.

"What are you guys doing!", pointing to the brightly lit cathedral and the growing crowd of onlookers, the old woman said with a dark face.

"Auntie, the Pope said he sensed that a distinguished guest would come to the cathedral today, so it was imperative for us to celebrate Mass"

Remembering the little shoes the Pope gave him, the archbishop immediately sued the Pope behind his back.

"Well, this bastard." Sure enough, hearing that the Pope made the cathedral hold mass late at night because of a feeling, the old woman immediately clenched her cane tightly and walked into the cathedral angrily.

"Hey~www.readwn.com~ Bishop Margarita, wait for me." Clifford also hurriedly followed Simon, who was floating in the air, under the curious eyes of the archbishop and the surrounding people.

"Listen up, everybody, it's the grace of the Moonlight Goddess to hold a mass in the middle of the night this time!" Watching Clifford lead Simon in, who was floating in the air, the archbishop quickly fooled the crowd again.

"Look up! Have you seen the bright moon? That is the gaze of the Moon Goddess, people of the Goddess! Cheer! You are fortunate to have the gaze of the Moon Goddess Mother"

Talking nonsense that even he didn't believe, accompanied by the archbishop's exaggerated actions, actually really made the archbishop fool him.

The onlookers began to cheer, and the cheers completely awakened the royal capital in the middle of the night.

"Well, what's the matter, what's the matter?" The old king, who was awakened by the cheers of the crowd, pulled out the long sword beside the bed with his backhand, and shocked the maid who was sleeping on the old king's bed.

"Warda, what happened outside, a riot or a mutiny?" Quickly putting on his clothes, the old king called out.

"Your Majesty, neither." The knight's slightly weird voice made the old king put his heart down.

"What's going on?" Opening the door, the old king asked the knight guarding the door.

"Your Majesty, it seems that the Moonlight Cathedral is going to hold a mass," said the heavily armed knight, dumbfounded.

"Cathedral-level mass? Now?" The old king was stunned.

What kind of divine operation is this! A cathedral-level mass is held in the middle of the night. Did the Pope Moonlight let the dog eat his brain?

"Your Majesty, you also have to attend the mass at the cathedral level," the attendant who was also guarding the door kindly reminded.