“The modern Roman emperor still needs the Priest of Mercy. Nice to meet you, Saint An.”
From within the swirling mist, a clear voice reached his ears.
This only deepened Ning Cuo’s doubts.
Even at this close distance.
He couldn’t make out what this so-called Saint Peter looked like.
He could only vaguely see the white hair falling from the crown of authority.
The voice sounded very young, kneeling in the palanquin, and from the size, it seemed to be about the same as Nero.
“Heh, rat.”
Nero slowly stepped out of the carriage, although her voice sounded calm.
But those who knew her well knew this was a sign that she was about to strike.
“Saint Peter, what is the meaning of this insult to the royal chariot? Are you planning to declare war on my Roman Empire?”
Ning Cuo was the first to speak, asking a question, preventing Nero from attacking directly.
Even if he didn’t fully understand.
This generation’s Saint Peter was undoubtedly a 【Hero】.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have caused such a commotion.
“I have no interest in the Roman emperor, Priest, I’m here for you.”
As soon as Saint Peter said this, all the people who had been on high alert around them were stunned.
They all looked at Ning Cuo.
They didn’t know what was going on.
The look in their eyes seemed to say, did you betray the Catholic Church and join the Eastern Orthodox Church?
Otherwise, it wouldn’t make sense why Saint Peter would personally come over.
Frowning, Ning Cuo, although he didn’t understand what was happening now.
But with Nero here, he could definitely use her as a shield.
He gently tapped the ground with his foot, and Chi Tu immediately understood and walked towards Saint Peter’s location.
The closer he got, the more Ning Cuo wondered.
This road, which seemed to be short, was like he could never reach the end, no matter how long he walked.
The surrounding fog was layered upon layer.
It looked like it would never be possible to make contact.
Surrounded by it, Ning Cuo could clearly feel that the so-called Saint Peter was looking him up and down.
What did he mean by not letting him get close?
“Priest Ning Cuo, please stop your futile efforts, this is a meeting of destiny, you needn’t worry.”
“Then why hide your face? I don’t like this way of interacting.”
Ning Cuo straightened his back and sneered, wanting to provoke this so-called Saint Peter.
But Saint Peter didn’t show any sign of anger.
His voice was still clear.
“Priest, the last Saint Peter made a prophecy before his fall: your existence will make the course of the whole world uncontrollable, these suddenly appearing monsters also prove this, right?”
Hearing this, Ning Cuo’s face remained unchanged, but his heart was already in turmoil.
How long had he been in this world?
How did the previous Saint Peter know about him, and even left a prophecy. If it weren’t for the zombies he saw yesterday.
He wouldn’t even have realized what had happened.
What else is hidden in this world?
In the midst of the swirling mist, he still couldn’t see Saint Peter’s figure.
“Oh? Then what are you trying to convey?”
Ning Cuo still raised his head.
“Good... you didn’t deny it, that’s honest, take a step forward.”
Saint Peter’s bright eyes were even more obvious.
“Some things can’t be made known to more people for now, I believe you understand, right?”
After Saint Peter finished speaking, the surrounding mist dissipated a little.
And the large group of people outside who were pricking up their ears to listen to the conversation suddenly felt gray in front of their eyes.
In the blink of an eye, Ning Cuo, who had been standing outside, was swallowed by the mist along with his horse.
This made Toler uneasy.
He immediately took the lead and charged out, drawing his double-handed greatsword.
He was about to attack.
Luckily, Ning Cuo reacted in time and ordered him to stop.
“Toler, I’m fine, wait outside.”
Ning Cuo only left this sentence, and there was no further movement.
The Chi Tu horse under him seemed to be guided by some strange energy.
He walked for several minutes, and a magnificent palace suddenly appeared in front of him.
His eyelids twitched, Ning Cuo knew he couldn’t show fear at this time.
Looking at the magnificent palace, which suddenly appeared in front of him, clearly bearing the characteristics of the Eastern Orthodox Church.
Even someone with a slow mind would know that this was definitely impossible for just a few people to carry by hand.
Ning Cuo guessed that he was either teleported here, or was under an illusion.
Or some other means he didn’t know about.
But thinking about it carefully, he didn’t feel right. As the pinnacle of martial power in this era, Nero.
No one could get the better of her.
More importantly, the Eastern Orthodox Church seemed to know everything about him.
This generation’s Saint Peter actually came to find him in person.
And so quickly, with such a precise target.
This showed that the Eastern Orthodox Church also had a significant presence in Rome.
Thinking as he went, he stepped into the palace.
He felt dizzy as soon as he entered.
There were all kinds of myths about the Eastern Orthodox Church, and the walls were adorned with intricately carved sculptures.
The expensive paints that ordinary people could never see were used as if they were free.
The entire interior of the palace was decorated luxuriously.
Making Ning Cuo doubt that even Nero’s living conditions weren’t this good.
“Let’s get straight to the point, why did you, a big shot, come looking for me? It can’t just be for that so-called prophecy, can it?”
The palace was empty, Ning Cuo looked around and stopped.
“The latter part of the last Saint Peter’s prophecy states that you will destroy Rome, but build a vast kingdom of God.”
“So, you have ambitions, right? Whether it’s John XII or Roman Emperor Nero, these people are stumbling blocks on your path.”
“But we Eastern Orthodox Church are not, we are willing to support you with the entire church, even me, can serve you.”
“As long as you really do as the prophecy says.”
Ning Cuo stood at the entrance to the palace, his head felt like it was struck by thunder, he paused for a moment before speaking.
“What do you mean by as the prophecy says...”
“People like you are inherently bound by destiny, the world will push you forward, you just need to sit back and watch.”
Rolling his eyes, Ning Cuo hated such riddle-speakers.
Talking half the way and being vague.
He just wanted to white嫖 some information, but this was like saying nothing.
“But to show our sincerity, I can tell you one thing.”
“What you’re doing in Rome right now has spread throughout the entire church, John XII has called a secret meeting, and I don’t think I need to say who the meeting is about.”
Looking at the information revealed by Saint Peter, Ning Cuo was not at all surprised.
Compared to Nero, John XII was simply a dishonest boss who only knew how to paint a pretty picture, sending him over.
To put it simply, she wanted to test Nero’s attitude towards the church.
If Nero behaved relatively peacefully, then John XII could send someone of weight to negotiate terms.
See if she could pay some price to get Nero to relent.
And if something went wrong, it would only be Ning Cuo’s life that was lost.
This wouldn’t affect the Catholic Church as a whole.
Only John XII didn’t expect Ning Cuo to be so outstanding.
His status in the Roman palace was like he had taken a rocket.
How long had it been, he had burned the Senate, gained a fiefdom, and even formed an army.
And Ning Cuo had never taken the initiative to contact them.
If this continued, John XII’s face would be completely lost.
So she had to react.
For John XII.
If a little priest like Ning Cuo could ride on her head, then her own controversial position as Pope would be even more precarious.