Chapter 189: Chapter Thirteen: Your Majesty, You

Italy, the Vatican.

As a figure rode in on horseback into the Vatican, candles along the cloister’s dark corridors lit up one by one.

In a hidden room.

Pope Leo VI, current pontiff, frowned as he stared at the kneeling envoy and said slowly: “The Holy Grail ritual?”

What does the Archbishop of Britain intend to do?

Use the Holy Grail’s power against us?

Since Saint Patrick I completed the Holy

Both of them had unconsciously eaten their fill and drunk their fill; on the way back, Wu Mian took out the two tōdāo he won at auction and suddenly noticed they were heavier than expected, not easy to swing—he thought, “Maybe it’s because my realm is too low, or perhaps I need a body-refining technique.”

Lin Yuan now closed his eyes, seeking again the same challenge and unshakable belief he had when he passed the game blindfolded.

After leaving the Civic Center, Dong Zao naturally went to the village chief’s house, which he had already investigated in advance, for a visit.

Jin Dai Qianhe walked into the classroom building; for some reason, she seemed for an instant to see the originally ruined classroom filled with students.

Watching Cai Xing’s gleeful expression, Bai Yanqing feared she might provoke Ji Nanyan and quickly pulled her farther away.

When they returned home, Tang Ziyue and the others had already bought groceries and were preparing ingredients in the kitchen; Tang Ziyan placed the money on the table and walked into the kitchen.

Ji Yun chuckled and pulled her into his arms: “Are you angry again? I’ve just been busy with our wedding plans—once we’re married, I’ll accompany you every day, alright?” Ji Yun gently stroked her hair.

Moreover, judging from the current situation, this factory probably has no chance of resuming operations.

You can understand it this way: during the chaotic Three Kingdoms era, Liu Bei possessed the legitimate imperial lineage, upheld the rightful throne, and sought to restore the Great Han.

Of course, this aversion wasn’t directed solely at Xiao Nongqi; it was aimed more at Dongfang Che.

The great sword, capable of transformation, remained spacious under Feng Wuhen’s control; the two of them, one behind the other, still had ample room.

“He might not be able to enter the county jail—but can he escape the Inspector’s prison?” Chen Guang smiled faintly, clearly confident.

Of course, as long as the Immortal Sect doesn’t suffer some massive upheaval, it should be able to sustain itself for hundreds or even thousands of years without issue.

He once encountered a cultivator named Black Jack in Heizhao City; as the man lay dying, he begged him to remove a black spade playing card from his brain and, if possible, return it to a mysterious organization called the Spade Office.

Of course, that’s another story—just as classmates were secretly observing Feng Lingxuan, the official bell rang.

Feng Wuhen seized her in his arms, and Yi Yi had already wrapped both arms around his neck, clinging to him like a koala.

Given its understanding of Ming Qi, this was exactly the sort of thing Ming Qi would do—and worse, it had absolutely no way to stop him.

What’s going on? Could an animal with cultivation, like him, flee just like an ordinary snake?

Drip: Target has activated a special technique—space is vibrating. Will teleport away in ten seconds. Block with all possible force.

Qin Ziheng told no one and certainly didn’t go home; he stayed overnight at the internet café, and the next day, while eating a shaobing, he was intercepted on the road.

He emphasized that players were protected, not to fear NPC threats, and informed everyone that upon taking a vocation, they would gain a level system—starting at level ten—and could level up by killing monsters.

But Master Xuan is far stronger than any Bawangli wielder; regarding the theory of Bawangli , he claims second place, and no one dares claim first—just like Master Da, Tang San’s first teacher in Douluo Continent, who fails at everything but excels in theory.

After observing for a while, he found no ambushes on the perimeter—likely all hidden inside—so Su Chen had no other option but to respond as events unfolded: meet force with force, block water with earth—do whatever he could, even if it was a desperate gamble.