Chapter 95 The final meeting

"Archbishop Jotun, you are now suspected of..."

"Is that Snow Ark?"

Before Snow could finish speaking, the old figure with his back turned interrupted him.

Akci's surname is generally only used by people in the Vatican.

Because according to outside registration, Snow is Sarah's adopted son, so he will naturally inherit her surname.

But for others, Snow himself has always insisted on his Dongguo surname.

"You actually know me?"

Snow carefully looked at the back of the other person's head and saw no eyes or anything like that.

"How could they not know you? If it was the Bishop's Office, then they would definitely send you here, or in other words, only you have this qualification."

The red figure with her back to him sounded very tired, as if she had given up.

"You personally executed him, a would-be king, and then killed a cardinal. I know all of this very well."

Yodon stood up slowly, then turned around and looked down at Snow, his dark blue eyes already a little more sharp.

"Yes! Who makes you big shots think that they have betrayed the gods? I am just doing what I should do."

Snow didn't hesitate to drag out the thing that he didn't even know existed as a shield.

In his opinion, this is the most effective way to deal with the red robe in terms of speaking skills.

"Are you betraying the gods? Hahaha, you're right!

But there’s no need for you to show so much hostility, I’m just an old guy and I’m no threat to a young man like you.”

After hearing Snow's unyielding reply, the old man lost the sharpness in his eyes, and then smiled helplessly.

Indeed, in Snow's opinion, for some reason, the old man in front of him was twice as old as the one in the photo.

The information photo that Komuyi had given him before had Yorton's latest age fixed on it, which was 67 years old.

And with the way the other party looks now, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he is 96 years old.

At the same time, Snow seemed to smell a deathly smell exuding from the other party's body.

"Sorry, my appearance may surprise you. But this is retribution for me, kid."

Yodun looked at the young and handsome face in front of him intently, and he could guess what the other person was thinking at this moment.

To be honest, he was shocked when he happened to look in the mirror this morning.

In fact, he is no stranger to Snow.

I remember that when I first saw him in the central hall, he seemed to have just reached his waist level.

Back then, the cute young lady was following the tall woman step by step.

Now that we have grown to this point, time flies so fast.

"retribution?"

Snow frowned, not quite understanding what the other party meant.

"Black Crow, in fact, you can become a shadow in the darkness because the group headed by me is vigorously promoting it behind the scenes.

Although Rubelier proposed this idea, in fact he cannot surpass your adoptive mother, that woman is very powerful.

He is also very protective, as if he regards you as..."

Yodon seemed to be caught in some kind of memory, but he did not say the following words.

Snow blinked, but what does it matter? Now it is completely meaningless to trace the origin of these things that have happened.

Could it be that the other party is stalling for time?

Thinking of this, Snow's left hand moved slightly. If another group of demons came over at this time, things would be a little difficult.

Seemingly seeing Snow's thoughts clearly again, Yordon shook his head, and then said calmly.

"I told you, you can relax kid, I'm no threat and I'm going to die soon.

Now I just hope that I can get an old man to express his innermost feelings before he dies?"

His tone sounded pleading, and Snow hesitated for a few seconds before nodding in agreement.

Before entering the cemetery, he had scanned the surrounding environment with his spiritual vision and found no possibility or doubt related to the devil.

Speaking of which, Snow must have taken 90% of the credit for Astor having such a beautiful cemetery.

After all, he broke the opponent's heart with his own hands.

If this is the case, then there is nothing wrong with wasting a few more minutes and listening to this white-haired man's nagging, which should be his last expression of mercy.

Yordon was indeed about to die. When he received the bad news about his son, he felt that his body's energy was declining every day.

The glory of the gods no longer seemed to favor him.

But he never regretted his past actions, and he definitely did not think that he was rebelling against God.

He had made the most balanced choice between faith and family affection. The only thing he didn't expect was that his son had already fallen into the embrace of darkness.

But what directly defeated him was the last words Astor conveyed through Snow.

"I will never forgive you."

Therefore, he wanted to come over and take a look at his son who had been buried in the soil and had not seen him for nearly 30 years.

At the same time, he also hoped to make some explanations before he died, even if the other party could no longer hear him.

"People like us once believed in gods wholeheartedly, but unfortunately, we never got even half a word of response. Despite this, we still believe fervently...

Even now, I have never wavered in my belief that "God exists."

But sometimes they also doubt whether the "god" has ever really looked down at them.

Yodon turned his dark blue eyes to the stone tablet again.

No one knew before that he was just a commoner who struggled out of the Rhineland.

In fact, he had no intention of abandoning his wife and leaving there at first. He just wanted to go out and have a try and see if he could find a new way out.

Then it would just add some extra income to this poor home.

He just wanted to give his child, who was waiting to be fed, more material richness.

But why did he accidentally reach this position step by step?

Maybe this is the favor of the gods?

When Jotun entered the mysterious Vatican in the early days, he had no companions and no support. He was just an ordinary middle-aged man who wanted to work and earn some money.

But later he discovered that he seemed unable to go back.

Ever since he learned the word "jihad," he had to give up something.

Slowly, for some reason, his position began to rise higher and higher.

In the process, he had completely integrated into that environment and had an inescapable entanglement with it.

His memory of wanting to go home became increasingly faint and distant.

Fighting in the bishop's hall is very cruel, the winner takes all, and the loser gets nothing.

But in the final analysis, it is all for the sake of taking the next step towards the position of Pope and getting closer to the so-called gods.

Of course, there is also the supreme right.

Take the current Pope as an example. Do you really think that this so-called spokesman for the gods is clean?

In the bishop's hall, there was a rumor about the other party. The most powerful competitor of the current pope's generation was killed by the last batch of "Black Crow Assassination Group".

But sometimes...does it matter?

What Yodon didn't know was that he was as if he was being carried by a torrent and was completely unable to stop walking.

Gradually he got tired of this, but he couldn't stop.

Until one day, a newspaper finally reminded him that he had a son.

The young man in the newspaper is handsome and full of energy.

He is now called Astor and is a popular figure among the Rhine aristocracy.

So one day he left the Vatican to attend to official duties and sneaked over there to take a look, but found that the child was not living a happy life.

The Rhine... is as dirty and decadent as ever, and even after decades, this has not changed.

He also secretly sent a message to someone, hoping to meet the other person, but was rejected without any doubt.

Because the other party has no impression of him at all, let alone feelings.

At the same time, he felt the hatred and resentment coming from the child.

It is worth mentioning that the person responsible for delivering the message was the cardinal whose head was blown off by Snow—Arman Leitch.
To be continued...