Quickly Pierce the Peace of Mind To Be a Passerby

When she regained consciousness, she was already lying on the carriage.

"You're awake." A black-haired girl knelt beside her and respectfully said.

Liu Weiwei sat up with her arms propped up, looked at the girl, and opened the curtain to reveal the bustling street.

Putting down the car curtain, Liu Weiwei looked at the girl and asked, "Where are we going?"

"To the cathedral," replied the girl.

"May I have your name?"

"Jenny."

"En." Liu Weiwei responded lightly, without asking any questions.

She wants to keep her personality, be cool!

Jenny's gesture was absolutely respectful. She picked up the teapot and got a glass of water and handed it to Liu Weiwei with both hands, "My lord, please drink some water."

"Thank you." Liu Weiwei thanked her, she was indeed thirsty after taking the glass of water.

The speed of the carriage was not fast, and it swayed along the way, very hypnotic.

Liu Weiwei rested with her eyes half closed.

The carriage stopped, and Liu Weiwei opened his eyes.

Jenny bent slightly and said respectfully, "My lord, we are here, please get off the carriage."

"En." Liu Weiwei responded, lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage.

What caught my eyes was the familiar building, which was exactly the same as the previous church, only taller and more gorgeous. There were many guards around the church. According to the western name, it should be called knights.

"Follow me." A voice sounded beside Liu Weiwei.

Liu Weiwei looked sideways, it was the old man.

"Okay." Liu Weiwei nodded.

Following the old man's footsteps, the two entered the church. People kept saluting to the old man along the way. From their mouths, Liu Weiwei learned the old man's name, 'Xi Bo', and the old man's status as 'bishop'.

"Bishop Xibo." A middle-aged man in a black robe put his hands on his chest and bent slightly.

"Bishop Lesser." The old man returned a salute in the same gesture.

"Is this the saint next to you?" The middle-aged man named Lace cast his eyes on Liu Weiwei.

Meeting the man's gaze, Liu Weiwei slightly nodded at the man with a calm face.

"All of this has to be decided by the Pope." Xibo replied.

The middle-aged man smiled lightly, "In that case, I will not bother you. Bishop Xibo will take this girl to see His Majesty the Pope."

"Farewell."

The two said goodbye, and Liu Weiwei still nodded slightly.

The two continued to walk inside the church.

Ten minutes later, the two entered the inner hall. In the inner hall stood the same dark god statue as in the outermost hall, but the size was slightly smaller.

The statue in the outer hall is for believers to visit, while the one inside is for important internal personnel of the Holy See.

There is a man standing in front of the statue, he should be the pope that Sibo is looking for.

The dark golden thread on the black robe was embroidered with complicated patterns, and what the Pope left for Xibo and Liu Weiwei was a back view.

It's just that from the almost all gray hair, it can be guessed that the pope will not be young anymore.

"Your Majesty the Pope." Sibo knelt on one knee, put his hands on his chest, lowered his head slightly, and spoke in a respectful voice.

Liu Weiwei looked at the Pope's back, and then at Xibo who was kneeling beside him, and after a slight thought, he knelt down on one knee and made the same movement as Xibo.

The hall was very quiet, Liu Weiwei lowered her head, her eyes only covered the square inch in front of her, the footsteps sounded in the quiet room, rattling, very rhythmic, as if falling in the heart of a person.

A pair of shoes appeared in sight, with the same dark gold pattern on the shoes as the black robe.

Immediately afterwards, a weight appeared on the head, which was the Pope's hand.