I'm all lucky because I'm too afraid of bad luck

"Hello, Lord Knight."

Zhang Xuansheng answered politely.

In fact, in his feelings, Lancelot's Donglu language was really awkward, and he didn't realize what he was saying for a moment.

What the hell is "dirty fairy forest"?

What the hell is "Master Trial Technician"?

For the first time, he felt that listening to the language he was good at was so strenuous. Good guy, you are a big leader, can't you learn a foreign language?

"What are you doing in a daze?"

Lancelot's words were spoken in Spanish to the two nuns who offered flowers in a ceremonial manner. The two girls are now completely in their own fantasy.

When Lancelot yelled and was startled, only after reacting did he remembered his mission, and hurriedly held a bunch of sacred flowers to Zhang Xuansheng.

After receiving the flowers, Zhang Xuansheng smiled at the two girls for politeness.

Flop-the two girls fell down.

Zhang Xuansheng:...

He turned his head and looked at Joan, and said to his heart that your resistance in the West is not good.

The two girls who offered flowers seemed to be Tier 9 magicians, equivalent to the good fortune realm of the Nine Heavens Continent, is this down?

In Jiuxiao Continent, all female cultivators with a little bit of cultivation can at least stand firm.

He felt that if Xilu was so unsatisfied and the two armies were at war, wouldn't it be possible to stop the other's backbone and the female cultivators below him from instantly losing combat effectiveness?

"Send them back to rest."

Jeanne told the clergy in the rear, but she didn't think it was embarrassing either.

Zhang Xuansheng's charm, even her background in the SCP Foundation, can't stop her. Isn't it normal that an ordinary female magician can't stand it?

"Mr. Zhang Xuansheng, please come with me with Bishop Spencer."

Lancelot invited, as he had exposed the embarrassment just now.

The sacred cathedral is not far in front of this square. Next, he will take the mission to the church to meet the pope.

Hearing Lancelot's words, a group of young people in the mission straightened their backs, the men looked serious, and the women sorted out their makeup.

To see the Pope is extremely sacred to the Westlanders, except for the illusory God, who is their highest spiritual leader.

The vast majority of Westlanders have never had the opportunity to meet the Pope in their entire lives. Although these people are elite geniuses in the seminary and can enter the Holy See after graduation, they may not be able to see the Pope.

This time I entered the Westland Mission, and won the honor of seeing the pope. At that time, the Academy was vying for the young people in the mission.

What the picture is, is not to be able to take a trip and plate yourself first, and come back with the experience of seeing the pope, so that after graduation, you can quickly get promotion and get more network resources.

Following in the footsteps of Lancelot, Zhang Xuansheng gradually approached the sacred cathedral.

When crossing the street, he found that there were also "civilians" living in the Holy Capital, some shops were selling things, and there was no shortage of entertainment venues.

At this moment, I don't know where the news was leaked. Many women came to watch the mission because they heard that there was a beautiful man from Donglu.

At first those women didn't believe it, because their aesthetics had already been finalized, and there were magic crystals that recorded the appearance of Orientals before, and they all felt that the lines were too gentle and not to their appetite.

But after they heard the rumors, the two nuns who greeted the mission and were responsible for offering flowers were all fascinated.

And it was in the true sense of "falling down," and it immediately attracted their interest.

Because the nuns who are responsible for the selection of ceremonies in the Holy See of God are usually from the Prologis monastery, and the nuns there usually practice meditation since they were young.

But even such a nun was fascinated. How handsome is that Donglu man?

Zhang Xuansheng was walking on the street at this time and looking at the people on the side of the road, he felt like a giant panda who was tributed to a foreign country.

He did not reprimand the Holy See for not evacuating the crowd. From the current perspective, the Holy See's management of the people is still quite gentle.

In the crowd, he even saw people who hadn't cultivated at all. Joan explained that the people here were all family members of consecrated persons to the Holy See, and they were not necessarily cultivators themselves.

Although Joan of Arc and Spencer had blown up the West before, he actually didn't believe it, because in his impression, the ruler of the country by theocracy generally has nothing good...

Generally speaking, shouldn't it be the life of believing in God, and those who don't believe are heretics, and then burn you to death.

Then, in the name of faith, squeeze the foolish people to their hearts' content and let them work willingly for the monarch.

Of course, Zhang Xuansheng only saw the situation in the holy city now, he couldn't make reference, but he didn't see anything very depressing and serious.

The holy guards were very polite to the people, and the children came up to touch the armor, and the holy knight only smiled.

"I know what you are thinking, this is a nice place, right?"

Joan said with a smile, as if she had understood Zhang Xuansheng's mind.

Zhang Xuansheng just nodded and didn't say much, at this time they had already set foot on the steps of the Holy Cathedral.

Spencer and Lancelot, who were walking in the front, were chatting and laughing, and did not forget to introduce themselves to the holy city and the points that need attention when meeting the pope.

Of course, Spencer knew that Zhang Xuansheng was a distinguished guest, and it was impossible for Zhang Xuansheng to kneel down to the crown of the Pope. He just reminded Zhang Xuansheng to be polite.

Walking into the cathedral, Zhang Xuansheng sighed the attire of the church.

The interior decoration of the church is extremely exquisite. The exquisitely carved pillars are like a forest of white sacred stones. All painting places are covered with murals.

The holy water flows over the statue, drips into the holy pool, making a soft sound.

The fresco windows made of spar on both sides, the sun shines through them, and the projection of mythology is sprinkled on the floor in the church. Everything is so dreamy and quiet.

This is the sacred cathedral in the Holy Land of Thatcherd, and it is also the dominion of the West.

Inside the church, there is a holy atmosphere, which makes people feel warm and want to sleep.

Zhang Xuansheng guessed that this was probably the reason that the old man sitting on the high platform was dozing off at this time.

"Under the crown of the Pope, the mission is back. This is the prince of the East, Zhang Xuansheng."

Spencer went to the front to report that he looked at the waking pope, and he was a little worried.

The pope has lived under the crown for nearly a thousand years, and perhaps the deadline is approaching, otherwise he would not doze off at such an important waiting moment.

This shows that his body is not as good as the day, and if he wants to start the holy war, perhaps he also wants to do something last before death.