After being carried to the shore by the Qinggong for a long time, Shangjoo slowly opened his eyes.

"Cough! Cough...Puff!" As soon as Kamijo woke up, she started coughing wildly, and spit out a mouthful of water from time to time, looking extremely embarrassed, "I... Cough..."

"Don't worry." Qing Gong, who was beside him, was lying on the lawn, looking at Shangyou leisurely, and chuckled, "I have already photographed most of the water in your stomach, and the clothes have been dried for you. At most, you are just coughing twice. In this case, it's just sprinkling water!"

"And... cough... it's really sprinkled, sprinkled water." Shangjoo coughed twice again, and finally breathed evenly. "It's so unfortunate."

"Well, it's already good." Qing Gong smiled, "You should be glad you fell into the water just now. If it landed on the bridge or on the shore, I guess you won't mention the task at this time. I'll probably take you to the hospital for plaster first."

"That's right..." Shangyou blinked, stared at the innocent face of Qinggong for a few seconds, and then glanced at Wuhe who was blushing and secretly glanced at him, and couldn't help frowning, "But why do I always feel that something bad happened during the time when I was unconscious just now..."

"Ah? Ah hahahaha, no, how could this happen?" Qing Gong smiled and then said to Kurajo with a more heartwarming smile, "We are friends, I will definitely not harm you!"

"I didn't know who kicked me off the plane just now." Kamijo glanced at Qinggong, snorted, and ignored him, but turned his head to look at the girl beside him, "Why are you here too?"

"Our Amacao-style cross-death religion was commissioned by the British Puritanism and is investigating the magical value of the terrain and earth veins in France." Wuhe's face was slightly red, but his expression had calmed down. "After knowing what to do here, I came..."

"After that, this operation is really weird." Qing Palace was still lazily lying on the lawn on the river bank. "It was obvious that Tu Yumen came to order us to do something, but now this guy is missing, so what should we do next? Just destroy the 'C Document'?"

"After talking for so long, why did we destroy that 'C Document'?" Shangzhang frowned slightly, "I heard from you that this name is always mentioned."

"You probably are too nervous because of the parachuting." Qinggong glanced at Shangyou speechlessly, "The Tuyumen said it very clearly on the plane, and I think Miss Wuhe should be very clear, right?"

"Just call me Goto." The girl smiled softly, then looked at Shangyou seriously, "But since your goal is also 'C Document', we can act together."

"So what is that..." Kamijo said speechlessly.

"So that." Qing Gong stretched and sat up from the lawn. "Do you know the recent demonstrations and demonstrations in the school city that have been resisting the protests in various parts of France?"

"I know," Kamijo was stunned, "What's wrong with this?"

"This is what the Roman Orthodox Church does with the 'C'." Qing Gong raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised a bend in the air like a sword. "The so-called 'Book of Constantine' is to make others think that the words said by the Roman Orthodox Church that uses it are all correct..."

"Ah?" Kamitsu was stunned, "How is this possible?"

"The magical spiritual outfit does have some magical things that we cannot understand." Qing Gong smiled, but didn't care. "You can understand it as a large hypnotic magical device, which can naturally make people think that what the Roman Orthodox Church said is right."

"Then..." Kamijo couldn't help but open his mouth wide, "Didn't it mean that all black and white depend on the mouth of the Roman Orthodox Church?"

"That's it." Qing Gong shrugged, "But fortunately that thing can't distort the laws of physics, otherwise I wouldn't be so leisurely sitting in this place and chatting with you now."

"But if we talk about chatting, we'd better change places." Qing Gong touched his chin and chuckled, "After all, it's meaningless to stay here."

"And, we'd better separate."

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Avignon is a city in southeastern France and also the capital of Vaucluse. It is located on the banks of the Rhone River with a population of nearly 100,000. It is a market for fruits, vegetables and wines. It has industries such as food, chemistry, metallurgy, precision machinery, textiles, papermaking, etc. The city has palaces, churches, and the Avignon Bridge built in the 12th century. The tourism industry is quite good.

As for tourism, Avignon is actually a good choice. The city is not densely populated. In the French environment where romance and leisure are the main atmosphere, Avignon has a sense of elegance and leisure. Coupled with Avignon's unique art and culture, the whole city has a sense of beauty that integrates art and religion.

"It's really a beautiful city." Sitting on the top of the ancient city wall, the Qing Palace shook the broken forehead in a daze, overlooking the Rhone River below, and chuckled and said to himself, "This kind of ancient building from the 14th century can be seen here, and the scenery is really beautiful."

After Qinggong and Wuhe and Kurajo separated, they broke away from the ground and came to mid-air, looking quietly below. At this time, he was not simply enjoying the scenery.

At this time, near the iconic building of Avignon, the Pope Palace, a large number of people gathered there, and the French people, known for their freedom and romance, were surrounding them in an inappropriate manner. Everyone had an indignation and confusion on their faces, as if they didn't know why they took such action. They also held a board and wooden sign in their hands, which were full of French words. Even if the Qing Palace did not understand French, they knew that it was not a good thing.

"The power of the 'c document' is really powerful." Looking at this scene, Qing Gong gently pushed his brown glasses and murmured to himself, "Is it possible to change the credibility and support of the Academy City in the world by influencing the masses? I have to say that the Pope is still the right seat of God, and it is unusual for people who can come up with this method."

"But I don't know what kind of scenery is there in the Pope Palace?"

As he said something that seemed to be rebellious to the Romans, Qing Palace smiled slightly. At this time, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

"Hey, Tu Yumen?" Qing Gong answered the phone and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly when he heard the familiar Jiuzhou accent on the phone.
Chapter completed!