"What? Your god wants to make small talk with me??"
The Pope smiled and shook his head, saying to Charles, "Of course not, what I actually mean is—"
Charles suddenly raised his hand to stop him. He took out his pocket watch, looked at it, then stood up and walked out. "I'm busy today. Come to my ship at ten tomorrow morning, and we'll have a good talk."
"Ah, how can you—" Before the Pope could finish, Charles had already rushed out.
The opponent's words raised his alertness. The Pope seemed to be probing about the Earth's surface, and he couldn't just answer him. He had to figure out a way to handle it.
Who knows what plans the Pope and the Light God behind him really have? If their intention is to invade the Earth's surface, then he would rather not go back.
However, just as the Pope had started speaking, he suddenly thought of a solution.
