My Summons Are Weird Chapter 306

Laurent stood dumbfounded under the huge silver maple tree. He didn't know when, his withered body seemed to turn back time. Looking around in the brilliance, the joy in my heart gradually cooled down at a certain moment.

As if the bubble named Hope had burst, Laurent raised his head.

The branches of the silver maple tree are windless and automatic, and the silver-white brilliance that is constantly falling is wrapped in pieces with clear veins and shining leaves.

Suddenly, the outline of the leaves changed, turning into dancing butterflies.

Butterfly wings fluttered, a faint halo bloomed from within, and Laurent seemed to be able to see the graceful figure of the girl.

Not resentful because of the shattering of that short-lived dream, Laurent just smiled relievedly. He reached out and stroked the silver maple tree in the dream, and then leaned on its strong roots a little bit.

Watching the dreamlike light curtains softly piled up beside him, Laurent understood.

A noisy voice poured into Laurent's brain at this moment, and the two doctors who had cared for Laurent for many years noticed his eyelids gradually opening, and the hand that was holding something.

The two doctors were in tears.

"The Pope..."

The spacious room was full of people, and the sad and anxious expressions of the archbishop and the high priest disappeared when Laurene woke up. They wanted to go forward in ecstasy, but they were worried about disturbing the doctor.

"How long have I slept..." Laurent's voice was a little weak.

"Sir Pope has been in a coma... I have slept for a full day, thank the God of Glory..."

The doctor was incoherent, wiping away his tears as he spoke even more.

Laurent patted the back of his hand and tried to put a smile on his face as he glanced around the room to appease the uneasy people.

A personal expression came to Laurent's mind, but he didn't see the person he most wanted to see at the moment.

She can't stand here.

Laurent called in turn.

"Inquisition Antonio, Boulder."

"Deputy Court David, Corsuleira, stay."

Laurent closed his eyes slowly: "Other people go back to rest, don't worry, I'm fine... just need to be recuperated."

Very weak consolation, but now everyone is willing to believe that what Laurent is saying is true.

Everyone stepped forward to kiss Laurent's hand and left the Pope's Tower. The two doctors stayed in the Pope's Tower with boxes filled with potions. They would not leave here for a while in the future.

The nun in black entered the room with her head bowed in the exiting crowd, and the four archbishops bowed respectfully to her—they all knew the importance of the nun in black in Laurent's heart, and also knew that the nun in black had paid for Laurent how much.

She is not loyal to the Church and belongs to Laurent alone.

Seeing the black-clothed nun appear, Laurent couldn't help grasping her outstretched hand, as if she was afraid of something.

After clasping his hands silently for a moment, Laurent said softly, "Give them the scroll."

The four bishops who bowed their heads and listened trembled when they heard the scroll.

From the oldest archbishop of the Tribunal, Antonio, to the youngest of the four, Archbishop of the Executive Court, David, the moment he saw the scroll, his expression first condensed, and then he handed the scroll to the next person with a solemn expression.

"The people on this list, the guilt is on me."

The four bishops raised their heads abruptly, but saw Laurent stretch out his hand to stop them from speaking.

"I know that some people outside are worried that I will be induced when I am in critical condition and unconscious..."

"Sir Pope, we have been..."

"Antonio, please let me finish," Laurent said. "I know you trust me, and you trust her...but make it clear."

The four bishops bowed solemnly to the nun in black again.

She has devoted her whole life to the teaching country, but her name is not even known to the outside world, and she can only be called "the nun in black" again and again.

As Laurent's beloved, he can't have any status. For Laurent's sake, he silently suffers from prejudice, but he never complains that Laurent hasn't changed anything for this...

This respect comes from their hearts.

The executive court and the trial court, the most core institutions within the teaching nation, were inspected by these four people. When the two scrolls appeared in the future, no one would doubt that the nuns in black were interfering with them.

The love between the Black Nun and Laurent cannot be tarnished.

Staring at the four bishops, Laurent announced lightly: "At the same time, you should also know that Sierra Ophelia will not be the next Pope."

Like a thunderous explosion, the four bishops looked at each other, and they all saw shock from each other's eyes and expressions.

"Sir Pope... Serra she..." Antonio trembled, "Did she do anything wrong?"

The closeness between Serra and Laurent is well known. Until now, the position of the Pope is still pending, which makes many people speculate that the time of Serra's return will be the day of the coronation.

But the situation seems to have changed... Except for Sierra's mistake, they can't imagine other possibilities.

"No fault... She is not suitable to be the Pope, that's all. In view of the internal criticism of Cerrado during my illness, it is up to you to announce this matter in a subtle way."

"Sierra's chosen position remains, and it remains her duty to spread the teachings."

"I'm tired, let's go to rest."

The four bishops who were too shocked were stunned for a while, and then they retired one by one. On the way away, they were still savouring what Laurent said.

The room fell silent again, the nun in black opened the magic circle, and then... climbed into the bed, sobbing softly while hugging Laurent.

Even though she was already prepared, the nun in black felt that the world was spinning when she saw Laurent vomit blood and comatose.

She didn't want to accept such a sudden separation, even though she knew that no separation of any kind could be rehearsed or prepared for. She just hoped that in the last days of her life, Laurent could explain everything peacefully without any regrets... Holding her hand, she fell asleep a little bit.

Laurent said nothing and silently warmed the unreasonably cold body of the nun in black.

"Don't anger them, let the new pope do those things."

When he was old, he was indecisive. Thinking of those who had grown up and who had gone astray, and that he was going to personally draw the end of their lives, Laurent's heart suddenly tingled, and then he lost consciousness.

He wants to make everything peaceful, and also hopes that these children who he has watched grow up can welcome the new era in their own position... However, people's minds have changed, and their crazy desires have made them unfamiliar.

In order for the tree to bear more delicious fruit, branch pruning is inevitable.

"I'm dreaming of silver maples again... A world filled with warm brilliance, and those butterflies that dance lightly seem to be whispering something to me..."

The huddled body of the nun in black began to tremble.

This is what Laurent saw last year after he fell seriously ill and fell into a coma for a long time.

Those dreamlike sights are like a cemetery for Laurent...

Now, it has come again.

Serra believes that this is what Laurent has rooted in his heart, and the projection of the God of Glory and the silver maple tree accumulated over time is Laurent's imagination of the afterlife world.

There is no doubt that Laurent once again heard the approach of death, and this time he vomited blood and fell into a coma was a signal from his body.

There's really not much time left for him.

"Sierra and the others are involved in the blood clan, the security of the territory cannot be guaranteed, and there is no way to return... What should I do?" the black-clothed nun asked.

"Let Guanghui incarnate cooperate with Lu Yu and Sera..."

"Do you want to mobilize the power of the religious nation, will this cause..."

Laurent shook his head: "Lu Yu and Sera will use the value of a glorious incarnation to the limit."

"One?" The black-clothed nun did not think that a glorious avatar could deal with the entire blood race.

"One is enough, remember what they lacked the most?"

The nun in black murmured, "Time?"

Laurent rubbed the black-clothed nun's face with his hand: "It's the time. The initial stage of the construction of the territory was very difficult for them, the depiction of the magic circle, and the arrangement of defense means were extremely troublesome. After this period of time, everything will be fine. Any race will have survival as the first purpose, and Lu Yu was already planning to delay the pace of the blood race when he instigated Broken Gold City to hunt the blood race like Sligo slaughtering the dragon."

"How long is he going to hold off?"

"Drag until the tide of magic. According to the records of the Ecclesiastical Courier, Newman is a very good leader, and a good leader will put the survival of the race first, and will avoid risks and stay away from danger."

In front of Laurent, Newman, who was far away in the Red Flame Mountains, was scrutinized with one-way transparency.

"You were going to test him, but now you have to help him... Does it matter?" the black-clothed nun asked.

"No, even without me, he and Serra can still handle it perfectly. It's my body that drags down all of this... I really want to see how they originally planned to delay the blood clan, calculate the blood clan... The younger generation strives to grow and improve. The picture is really No matter how many times you watch it…”

"I really want to see... what their territory will look like in the future..."

"Lu Yu, Sera, Lulu, what kind of relationship will the three of them develop in the future, I'm really curious..."

Mumbling, muttering, full of best wishes for Lu Yu and his party, and good expectations for the future of that piece of land that is still under development.

Laurent coughed. He pointed to the dark grid in the distance, shaking his index finger hurriedly.

The nun in black hurriedly got up ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and took out a wooden box. After Laurent's breathing was steady, she took out the scroll in the wooden box.

This is also a list, the difference is that the person who wrote it in person is the nun in black.

"I have carefully screened the people on the list. They are all trustworthy, reliable, competent, and loyal," said the nun in black. "The important thing is that they do not believe in the Shining Doctrine."

The list of more than 100 people was read back and forth by Laurent for a long time, and then he smiled and nodded to the nun in black.

"It would be the best gift and they would love it."

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