Pope Behind the Scenes - v3 Chapter 6

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At the same time on the road to the Ukraine capital Kyiv International Airport.

A convoy of black high-end commercial vehicles was running fast, and Vasya Petrovich, who was designated by the Pope as the Grand Priest, was sitting drowsy and anxious in the back seat of the car in the middle.

Until now, he was still a little stunned by the fact that he had become the highest administrative leader of the Holy See.

Doesn’t it mean that the cardinals were all imprisoned in the Sistine Chapel for three days with no results?

And he is only a priest, and the minimum standard for high priests must be elected from among the cardinals.

“I think you must be surprised, excited, excited by now, so…”

Father Brewster sat next to him, and his hand casually pressed a key in the car door, which automatically opened a square drawer on the back of the chair opposite Vasya.

There is a bottle of high-end red wine, and two goblets.

Father Brewster reached out and picked up one of the goblets, poured out the red wine, and handed it to Vasya.

Then he poured himself a glass.

Vasya smacked his lips, and he said in a panic, “This is red wine, you know that our clergy are not allowed to drink.”

“Why, even if you become a priest of the Holy See, don’t you want to celebrate for yourself?”

“I don’t know what’s going on here? But I know you, how can I put it, you’re a great man, very young, who killed demons and wounded the legendary goat demon.

After recovering the golden ark, the Holy Lord also respected you very much, and even asked you to solve the troubles in New York first. Your niece is still a prophet, and you are only twenty-one years old. “

Brewster pouted, “Those old men of the Holy Bishop are just so bad, they like to publicize too much, it should be…even if it’s not too secret, but it won’t be mentioned in public.

But as long as the bottom line is not touched, they will be used for publicity. “

Vasya said, “But you are still a big man. I just didn’t think that a little priest of my own would sit with you.”

Father Brewster lowered his voice and said, “Little priest? You’re the one chosen by God.”

Father Brewster had a small on-board remote on his left hand. He picked it up and pressed a button at random. A ten-inch LCD monitor came down in front of Vasya above the roof.

That’s the Ukrainian international news channel.

The beauty news anchor reported more calmly, “Just last night, the cardinals in the Sistine Holy See did not elect the next high priest for three consecutive days.

However, there was news from the Pope’s office that Pope Sufien had designated Kyiv, the capital of Ukraine, and Father Vasya Petrovich of the Southern Urban Church as the next great priest.

According to the decision of the high priest candidate, there are three ways, one is the Pope designation.

The second is the election of the members of the College of Cardinals.

The last one is unanimous cheers.

And this time, Pope Xiufien appointed the candidate for the Grand Priest. “

Afterwards, Vasya saw that his photo was hung on the screen, and the beautiful anchor told all his life and resume like a series of bullets.

Including his family situation, as well as the failed marriage seven years ago.

Vasya couldn’t help grasping the handle on the seat.

He resisted the shy feeling of wanting to jump out of the car and read the news report on it abruptly.

And he also knew why he was chosen as the Grand Priest, just because some believers uploaded the video footage of him going mad on the Internet.

The video, which was obviously a coincidence, was also seen by the current Pope Sophie.

Vasya swallowed, and at the end the female anchor added that the glory belongs to Ukraine.

It even made Vasya’s cold sweat flow.

Brewster kept watching him. “Sorry sir, this is not a bus.”

“Sorry.” Vasya withdrew the hand that held the handle… on the seat.

Father Brewster continued, “Amazing grace, how sweet.”

Vasya knew that this was the first lyric at the beginning of the sacred song.

The current situation is just like the first lyric of the opening of this sacred song, because a video of him madly spraying the hypocrites of the Holy See can help him become a great priest and sit in that unattainable position.

It was like a dream in Vasya’s eyes, amazing grace, how sweet.

But what Vasya tasted was the bitterness of being ashamed. In comparison, he panicked to become a high priest, and he was more willing to be the happy little priest.

“You have become a great priest, it is a sure thing, please pay attention to yourself, I will do it first.” Brewster directly drank the red wine in the glass.

Seeing Vasya’s shocked expression, Brewster could only helplessly tell the truth, “Well, this is just grape juice, in fact, it has no alcohol content at all~www.mtlnovel.com~ Vasya took a sip suspiciously, and then It is also a drink.

Brewster spread his hands like him. “If you’re nervous…”

“Thank you.” Vasya put her hand on the handle on the seat again.

He asked, “Why not you?

I mean, why did Pope Suffion choose me as the Grand Priest?

In comparison, you are more valued by the Pope, and your fame and achievements are also so high. Although you are young, you are more prestigious. If the Pope makes you a great priest, then you will definitely quickly control the administrative power of the three religions. “

Brewster touched his chin, looked at Vasya and said, “No one in the world can answer your question, but I can.

First of all, it is not up to people like you and me to choose who His Majesty Xiufien chooses.

Secondly, as I said, Your Majesty chooses you, then this is a God-given grace to you,

Secondly, the Holy Patriarch told me at the very beginning that he would ask His Majesty to make me a Grand Priest, so that the election of the Cardinals could be skipped.

But from the bottom of my heart, I don’t want to be a great priest.

how to say……”

Brewster gave himself another glass of grape juice, which he drank and added, “I’d rather be a jihadist than a manager-politician.

My best friend died at the hands of the devil,

I saw how terrifying the pain and calamity the demons bring to people.

Politicians are the most mediocre, especially when the year of the apocalypse is approaching…”

Vasya was silent for a while, then he continued, “So where are we going now?”

Brewster laughed, “Send you to report.

Of course, it is the Holy See of the Guernsey, and we have to take a special plane back. “

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