"...You may be familiar with history... but it seems that you don't understand people's hearts very much." Li Wei and his group came to the secret archives. He said to Onimitz on the trail: "And they don't understand the present... Onimitz, I remember when you were the previous generation of Bronze Dragon King Nozdom, the slogan you shouted was [Living in the present], right?"

"What do you mean?" Onimitz was stunned, looking quite despised: "What is the slogan you shout? I have determined the correctness of living in the present since then..."

"Oh, that doesn't matter. I just tell you that shouting slogans is the cheapest way to work." Levi shrugged his shoulders and compared the Vatican buildings behind him with his thumb: "Look, this is the Vatican, this is the place where a group of shy and impatient old people have a meeting--they set the birthday of God; they have revised the Bible over and over again; they have set the three views on their own God; they have a full mouth of benevolence, morality, but full of belly--they call themselves the chosen people of God, and even the Pope can elect them and then say they are the spokespersons of God in the world, but to put it bluntly, they are still chosen, and they are determined by others--Onimitz, you think too much."

Li Wei patted the other person on the shoulder and said indifferently: "Even they know that they are not from the right place and their inheritance is unknown - what else do you want to say? They just don't admit it. There is so much evidence, everyone knows that no one can break a layer of window paper."

"...Damn you guys are so arrogant here? Why are you so arrogant in the Vatican?" Onimitz was stunned, and then he didn't know what he was thinking: "It's really, these guys are so shameless? - They already knew...?"

"So, let's stop talking nonsense when we go to the secret archives, find something useful." Li Wei smiled and looked at Death Wings, and whispered: "Don't you feel it yet? - It's very weak, but you can find it in physical examination."

"..." Onimitz looked forward, the sacred Vatican, the sacred secret archives, squinted his eyes and looked at Li Wei again, as if he realized something: "This... is really the sacred place in your world?"

"Don't say that." Li Wei waved his hand indifferently, laughed loudly, causing an echo in the uninhabited path: "Haha-I'm not a Catholic, let's talk about it, there is no thing in this world that can stop me."

Suddenly, there was a click - a thunderbolt in the blue sky.

——The end of pretending to be 13·Thunderstorm—

When he arrived at the door of the Secret Archives, Li Wei found that there were still guards here. Several members of the Swiss Guard were wearing ancient Swiss Guard uniforms, but not holding swords and halberds, but Switzerland's 860 assault rifle.

It seems that in this case of the death of the pope, there are still quite a lot of guards.

"Cooperate...please..." He took out a translation of Latin in comparison with Chinese from his arms, and Leonardo, who led the way, made a body search gesture. However, it seemed that he was secretly happy: "Search your body - you can pass by it."

"Oh, then I won't go over." Li Wei nodded, saying that it doesn't matter—— "Put your expression away, I know you can understand——Don't pretend, I know what you are thinking. If you want to search, please ask these people here if they agree."

"…what?" Deathwing thought she had heard it wrong, raised her eyebrows and asked coldly, "They... want to search?"

"Ah, yes-" Levi said in Quelas: "Don't be angry, you get wrinkled..."

"What I am most afraid of is getting angry and wrinkles. I can wash the magma." I stomped my feet hard, thanks to the high heels that Death Wings wore now are her own. The high heels made of obsidian are basically similar to minerals.

With a bang, she stepped on a cracked pit with a diameter of nearly two meters by her.

"Oh...oh? Ah, in fact, we don't seem to wear a lot of them, so we shouldn't carry any contraband." The response was very quickly. Seeing that Levi was not a human, Leonardo's Chinese became better in an instant.

Or, those just now were all pretending.

"Have you become better in Chinese?" Li Wei looked at Leonardo and expressed his confusion: "What happened just now?"

"People's ability will improve when they encounter danger." Leonardo's mouth suddenly became much more slackened: "Okay, if there is no problem, please come in. We want to find a few books - although we don't know why, the previous pope repeatedly told me that you will come here first when you come."

"We are also thinking that way."

Levi nodded and walked into the Secret Archives. A long time ago, the Catholic Church had tried to pass on the documentary heritage, and to collect orphans to destroy other things that they didn't want to be seen. But in those periods, nothing was left behind due to being looted and destroyed (or destroyed by itself, haha). This is why Pope Paul V decided to create a secret archive more than 400 years ago, which was used to preserve and protect accumulated documentary materials. Now, the Secret Archives are constantly expanding, and thousands of archives and letters are constructed into a unique cultural heritage. When they enter the Secret Archives, Levi saw several real staff. It seemed that there were five people in total, including men and women, old and young.

"These people are responsible for taking care of archives and instruments. The oxygen content, temperature and humidity of the air here are strictly controlled." Leonardo said to Levi and others: "If possible, please come with me - I will take you to visit. In fact, there is nothing to visit, it is just a stack of ancient documents. If you can understand, you can't understand it - let me introduce it. This is the director of the secret archives - Professor George Taylor, the British."

"Oh... I admire you for a long time." Li Weixin said that the beliefs of the British people are about to die in conflict with this side. But she still clasped her fists and waved her hands.

The foreigner who wanted to shake hands with Li Wei was stunned. He didn't know whether the hand was taken back or not. In order to avoid embarrassment, he could only have blood, and several foreigners all...

He held his left hand with his right hand and smiled at Li Wei while saluting strangely.

"...Well, can you translate it?" Li Wei looked at the group of professors in front of him with dissatisfaction. Taylor looked about forty or fifty years old, with a bald beard. He was wearing a suit and might be considered a work clothes - the temperature here was indeed strictly controlled, and he felt no cold at all: "Tell them that the Chinese saluted with their left hand and their right hand to say hello, and they held their left hand with their right hand - are they going to duel with me?"
Chapter completed!