. "Sir Pope, you are..." Ron looked at the Pope standing outside in surprise.

A purple and luxurious crimson robe draped on her shoulders, looking extremely noble. The golden crown on the top of her head was even more dazzling, reflecting the Pope's face even more majestic. A scepter symbolizing power was held on the left hand and gently stood on the ground. From Ron's perspective, the projection of the scepter was reflected on Ron's body, making him feel that he seemed to be shrouded in the shadows all at once.

However, there was a smile on his face, looking at the surprised Ron gently.

Ron had never seen the Pope in such a formal costume and couldn't help but be stunned.

"Duke Ron, when I receive your letter, I come. But the Holy See has a lot of affairs, so you have to wait for a long time." The Pope's gentle voice came to Ron's ears, and finally he woke up.

"I just want to ask some things. Pope, you don't have to do this. Just send someone or reply to me." Ron, although he was a little surprised when he saw the Pope, he still stepped forward and bowed.

The Holy See gently raised Ron's arm and said, "What the Duke asked is of great importance. One or two words cannot explain it clearly. I think I'd better come here in person!"

Following his words, the two of them walked out gently, said in unison, "Master Duke", and stood behind the Pope. The man and woman were the Saint Durant and the Saint Lilith. At this time, they did not have the usual formidable momentum, but stood there like an ordinary person, with their sharp edges curled.

What really surprised Ron were the two people who followed, one holding a long sword and the other holding a scepter, following behind lightly, with a solemn expression, looking like a middle-aged person, and seemed much older than Ronlai.

"Durant and Duke Lilith should be quite familiar with each other. They admire you very much, and I am very grateful for the care of the Lord at these times. However, Duke Ron seems to have never met these two people. Let me introduce it. This is the sacred magician Traville, and the one holding the long sword is John the Paladin. They are all members of the 12th Congress of the Holy See," the pope said softly.

The words "Twelve Delegations" still touched Ron. The most powerful group in the world is almost the controller of the mainland situation to some extent. These twelve people themselves are the top figures of the magic continent, and anyone is more respectful than the kings on the mainland. Within the Holy See, they even decide who is the next pope, who is the Son and Saint, and are even qualified to impeach the current pope and raise their questions.

Two such figures, together with the Pope and the Holy Son, will form a powerful impact no matter who they stand in front of. Even Yunas, the world's number one, will be polite to see them, not to mention Ron now.

Numan, Thorton and others looked at each other in surprise, and said in their hearts: "The mentor's face is so great!"

Although Ron felt flattered by this formation, he knew it himself. He saluted the two of them respectfully and said, "The Pope and all the great men must have something to say. Please go there and talk in detail!"

The holy magician Traville said: "No need, Lord Ron, I have a better place to chat. I just don't know if it's convenient for you now?"

Ron thought for a while, turned around and gave instructions to Bentley and others behind him, and after giving a few instructions, he walked to Traville and the Pope, nodded and said, "No problem, this matter will bother you."

The Pope smiled and nodded at Traville. He didn't see any movements of the Holy Master. The Pope and Ron disappeared on the spot all at once, leaving no fluctuations.

Bentley shouted loudly to Numan and Thorton: "Let's go, the instructor asks us to wait for him in the room. We will set off again soon!"

"What are they here to do?" Thorton asked in surprise.

"To explain something," Bentley said.

"About Zhuodong?" Thorton was a little curious.

"It's not just about Zhuo Dong, but also about you and me, Numan and the mentor..." Bentley looked at the direction of Ron's disappearance, and he was always optimistic and couldn't help but speak in a low tone.

Yes, the collective movement of the heads of the Holy Church is not something that can be explained by a simple Zhuo Dong.

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"This is..." Ron was stunned when he looked at the birds singing and flowers singing in front of him.

"My space," Traville said, "this place is the safest place."

Is the space of the holy rank? Ron's heart moved.

"When Lord Ron, you will have such a space," said Traville.

Ron laughed: "That is too far away for me, or it is impossible."

Traville said seriously: "No one else can, but you can definitely do it, Lord Duke."

Ron thought he was a compliment and was just polite, but he saw that several people across the street were staring at him like this and nodded slowly.

After seeing the expressions of Traville and others, Ron finally said with some clarity: "Maybe there are secrets I want to know here, so please explain some."

"Duke Ron, please take your seat," the pope said slowly, "You have also seen that our people from the Holy See come together today to tell the Duke something."

"That's what it should be," Ron said.

"We all know that Lord Duke has always been a generous person. I think this will make us more understanding and make our future cooperation more sincere and transparent," said Paladin John, who was standing by.

"I think I have a new understanding of you guys," Ron smiled.

Everyone in the Holy See laughed, and the gentle breeze blew towards him made the atmosphere look much gentler.

"We know something about what you asked by Lord Duke, first of all, about Zhuodong," the Pope said straight to the point.

Ron listened carefully, fearing that he missed any sentence.

"When talking about Zhuodong, we have to talk about Twilight. About a hundred years ago, when the Twilight organization appeared, we had already begun to monitor them, watching them absorb powerful members and gradually grow, until the last one, that is Zhuodong. When Zhuodong was just absorbed, it was when you just walked out of Baiyue City. At that time, although we knew the existence of you, we did not put much attention on you," the Pope said.

"Why do you know me? You must know that at that time, I was just an ordinary mercenary in Baiyue City," Ron asked.

"We know you because of Zhuo Dong's existence. He is very special, and I believe the Duke knows it too," the Pope said.

"Is it about his special life experience?" Ron also thought about it a lot during these times, so he also understood some things.

"Yes. Zhuo Dong is a special existence, but judging from his current achievements, we have proved our conjecture," the Pope said.

"Where is the special place?" Ron was more interested in this.

"He is not a human being," the pope said, "Your Majesty, you have met his parents before, before you come to White Moon City."

Ron thought of the couple with extraordinary temperament in his mind, nodded and said, "Although I don't know their identities, they are indeed different."

"That's it," the pope said, "Zhuodong's parents themselves are a special union. His father comes from the Hell plane, an extremely high-level demon, and his mother comes from the Light plane, an angel in the Light plane."

High-level demon, angel?

Ron's head buzzed, and the past scenes flashed in his mind, and then slowly faded, with only the idea of ​​"so it's it" flashing.

Zhuo Dong's parents' unique aura left a deep impression on Ron. Even now he still remembers it freshly. But he didn't expect that these two people had such a background. Only high-level demons would have such a cold temperament, and only angels would have those sacred feelings.

Now that I think about it, I am afraid that only in this way can I explain the situation at that time.

In this way, Zhuo Dong is a descendant of angels and demons. No wonder he has two completely different fighting spirits and can be reconciled in this way. This is entirely because of the factors from his parents. But how could angels and demons walk together and have a child?

The news finally shocked and troubled Ron, and the expression on his face had already told the Pope everything.

"The angels and demons, this opposing existence is the origin of all contradictions. Their union itself is not tolerated by the two planes, so those who pursue them appear," the pope said.

He didn't know what method he used to take out a scroll from the void and unfolded it gently.

A few words were written on the scroll between Ron, which was a text calling on the plane of Light and its subordinates to chase the so-called "rebel Francisco". From this text, Ron could even smell some bloody smell.

"Zhuodong's father Francisco is a powerful hell commander, who has long surpassed the level of the holy level, and Zhuodong's mother is also extremely powerful in combat. As you can see, this is a bloody pursuit process, which also allows you to bring Baiyue City," the pope said.

Ron calmed down his mood and looked at the pope, but didn't know what to say.

"Maybe some things must be known to the Duke, the people you were with were those mercenaries in Baiyue City, and those of Zhuodong's father, Francesco, specially selected them to defend Zhuodong," the pope said.

"This..." Ron thought he could already digest Zhuo Dong's life experience, but the news still surprised him.

"They were selected by Francesco and had been guarding Zhuodong for a long time before they met you. The purpose was to continue to defend Francesco until he became an adult after something happened to him," the pope said.

"What happened?" This was the first time Ron heard about his teammates' secrets, and he was a little unacceptable for a moment.
Chapter completed!