Chapter 132: Theology Cannot Save the Holy See

Aldo looked grave, speaking his mind directly.

"Is your legion organized along the lines of the Eastern Roman Empire?" Aldo asked. "Where does their pay come from?"

The person who reacted most strongly to this question was not Leo, but Ricardo.

The chief secretary furrowed his brow and shifted slightly in his seat, seemingly displeased by Aldo’s presumption.

"No," Leo replied flatly.

"What? What are you saying? Why does she get to go abroad, but I can't? What makes me inferior to her? Tell me, where am I lacking? ...No, I don't agree!" At first, Fang Xin was hysterical. Rage burned within her, eclipsing her reason.

The golden foil of the Sun God Bird suddenly vibrated. She gripped it tightly in her palm, aiming it at the moon—but the moon had yet to emerge from behind the clouds.

He had given up, and she had won. Yet, why was the sense of relief in her heart so shallow, so fleeting?

That night, while drifting in and out of sleep, Zhang Jiaze was suddenly jolted awake by the vibration of his phone.

"Hi—" Hearing his wife’s breathing on the other end of the line, Zhang Jiaze knew she was holding the receiver, and he greeted her first.

Recalling Zhuo Tianling’s grand ambition to secure eternal peace for the world, Xiao Yan felt a surge of secret admiration; his blood boiled as he said in a low voice.

"Understood... Second-in-Command!!!" The bandit nicknamed Four-Eyes replied hurriedly, his face full of pleasant surprise. It was no wonder he was so happy; although climbing up and down the mountain every day was tiring, safety was absolutely guaranteed. After all, who knew what dangers lurked below? Naturally, it was better not to have to go down and take risks.

"Wha... what?" Hao Shen scanned himself from top to bottom, confirming his attire was decent and his mouth was clean, before looking at Bengesi in astonishment.

For the past three days, he had been leaving early and returning late, often absent from the cabin, acting mysterious and furtive. Who knew what he had been busy with?

The Frost Archer’s hawk spirit can store a maximum of two charges; after they are used, the skill enters a long cooldown. Since the archer just used them, the cooldown must not be over yet. Without long-range scouting abilities, the opponents would certainly walk over to place a ward.

She had only intended to test the waters, to see if this incident had anything to do with that smiling tiger of a man. The result proved that this trouble was indeed the man’s doing.

Ruyi frowned. "I understand, Master." She actually wanted to ask if something would go wrong, and what about Ming Heng? But in the end, she couldn't bring herself to ask. Her master had enough troubles of his own; adding to his burden would only cause him more strain.

This was a sickness of the heart. The doctor had said that unless she rested quietly and stopped dwelling on the past, it would be incurable. She was taking medication, hoping only to find some inner calm and to be able to sleep at night. It had been so, so long since she had a good night’s rest.

The butler waited by the car, watching those entering and exiting the mansion gates, searching for a familiar figure among the shadows.

As soon as she said it, she stuck out her tongue. If they weren't renting it out, it must mean they weren't short on money. The place looked as if it had just been cleaned; there were even fruit and drinks in the refrigerator.

"It’s all her fault! When this news reaches the Jia household tomorrow, how can we explain it to them?" The mere thought of having to explain and manage the aftermath for the Jia household made Lady Zhou’s head ache as if it were splitting.

Jiang Yining frowned almost imperceptibly, then glanced at her phone, her gaze narrowing slightly.

"I, Han, pay my respects to the Old Madam and my two sisters." Lady Han walked gracefully into the hall and bowed to the Old Madam, Lady Li, and Lady Zhou respectively.

"You are fond of your fifth uncle, but how many people know that the relationship between you two is so close?" Lin Mubai asked again.

The trouble was finally resolved, and He Yue let out a sigh of relief. With these issues settled, construction on the resort could begin. He Yue returned to the city with the soldiers, bringing Song Qian along. After handing over the captured individuals to the T-City Public Security Bureau, He Yue took the 50 soldiers to a restaurant outside to treat them to a meal after their long day of labor.