Chapter 2414 The Love of the Evil God's Faith 18
The afterglow of sunset gilded the Vatican with molten gold.
The dinner was held in the brightly lit main hall, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of fine wine.
Samuel and Branwen walked in on the left and right, following behind the Supreme Bishop Cyril.
Branwen was deeply favored by Zephyros during this period. Whenever she appeared, her eyes and eyebrows were bright and she attracted the admiration of many foreign nobles and royal members.
However, when everyone's eyes fell on Samuel beside him, it paled in comparison.
Samuel was only wearing the simplest white priest robe, with his golden hair tied behind his head. His breathtaking beauty was like a halo, so holy that no one dared to desecrate it.
The eyes around were filled with awe and pure admiration, and few dared to actually get involved.
But there are people who don’t know whether to live or die.
The eldest prince of a foreign country, a young nobleman known for his arrogance, debauchery and love of men, had his eyes fixed on Samuel from the moment he appeared.
His Adam's apple rolled, and he whispered to the attendant beside him, "Who is that blond...?"
The attendant's heart trembled, and he hurriedly lowered his voice, "Your Highness, that is High Priest Samuel from the Holy City! He is a person deeply favored by the Father God! You must not..."
"Heh." The eldest prince sneered disdainfully, interrupting his attendant's warning.
He lifted the wine glass, his eyes reflecting the undisguised greed, "God's favor? How can the illusory grace of God compare to holding a living, breathing beauty in the palm of your hand?"
The eldest prince licked his lips, determined to get her, "This beautiful priestess is the one I want."
Samuel was oblivious to the sickening gaze behind him.
He seemed to be calmly scanning the entire room, but in fact he was only paying attention to the foreign archbishop of the Church who was chatting and laughing with several high-ranking clergymen at the other end of the banquet hall.
Compared with the arrogant nobles before, this person is more hypocritical.
He has a kind face, compassionate eyes, and his every move is filled with a convincing sense of holiness and redemption.
It is this hypocritical appearance that makes the faces of those lively, ignorant and hopeful teenagers in the marginal city in Samuel's memory become stained with the gray of despair, and eventually frozen forever.
Looking at the hypocritical smile on the archdeacon's face, Samuel could almost hear the silent wails of the dead souls echoing in his ears.
Samuel closed his eyes, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent surging in his chest, and clenched his fingertips in his wide sleeves.
I can't wait any longer...even if I don't have a perfect plan for tonight.
He also wanted to tear this beast in human skin to pieces immediately.
At this moment, a figure with a strong smell of alcohol and aggressiveness blocked Samuel's way.
It was the eldest prince.
He looked at Samuel with a frivolous and malicious look, "Honorable Priest Samuel, your glory truly eclipses this temple."
"I'd like to invite you to have a drink together, or perhaps... more deeply... explore the mysteries of life?"
The implication in the words was so blatant that countless eyes looked at him in astonishment.
Samuel raised his silver eyes, extremely indifferent, "I belong to the Father."
In this continent where faith is supreme, divine authority is above royal authority.
Samuel's identity and the grace of God the Father that he represents are invisible amulets.
Several guards wearing Templar armor immediately stepped forward and politely "asked" the grim-looking eldest prince to leave Samuel's side.
The eldest prince could only leave in disappointment, but the desire burning in his heart became even more intense.
The brief interlude did not disrupt Samuel's plans.
He waited for a long time and saw that the archdeacon seemed to whisper something to his companions, then turned around alone and walked towards the side door corridor leading to the internal office area of the Holy See.
Here's your chance, Samuel thought.
Samuel followed calmly, about to leave the banquet corner and follow the corridor.
But this time, someone stopped him again.
It was the eldest prince who had obviously not given up. He came back with a tray in his hand, on which were two glasses filled with ruby-clear wine.
"Your Excellency the Priest, I was abrupt just now."
The eldest prince looked sincere, but the calculation in his eyes was unmistakable. "This glass of wine is my apology to you and my tribute to the Father God you believe in. Please honor me with your presence."
He held one of the glasses of wine out to Samuel.
Samuel's gaze fell on the glass of wine, and a faint cold light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
There was nothing wrong with the wine, but the air was filled with an extremely subtle sweet and strange fragrance, emanating from the eldest prince.
but……
Samuel sneered in his heart, this might... be a perfect cover.
Chaos is often the best smokescreen.
He lowered his eyes to hide the calculation that flashed across his eyes, and took the glass of wine.
"Of course, Father God will forgive your indiscretion."
Samuel immediately objected in his heart that he would definitely complain to God the Father.
He looked at the eldest prince, his eyes seemed to gradually lose focus and become a little empty, as if he was really bewitched by the invisible fragrance.
Then he tilted his head slightly, like an exquisite puppet.
This legendary banned drug really lives up to its reputation!
The eldest prince suppressed his excitement and tried to soften his voice. "It's too stuffy here, Master Priest. I'll take you to a quiet place to sober up, okay?"
He tentatively reached out his hand, trying to support Samuel's arm.
Samuel dodged immediately.
He walked a few steps away, his steps light and he followed the guidance of the eldest prince, slowly leaving the edge of the noisy banquet hall and heading towards a more secluded corner.
Branwen saw the whole scene from beginning to end.
He kept an eye on Samuel's every move, trying to catch any flaws in the dark magic.
Branwen knew that priests with the power of light were very sensitive to these kinds of forbidden drugs.
He didn't believe that Samuel didn't know, how could he be easily fooled?
So... Samuel must have done it on purpose, but what did he want to do...
The nobleman who died in the Prince's Palace once again appeared in Branwen's mind.
This is definitely a great opportunity to expose Samuel's true face!
Branwen no longer hesitated and hurried to find Bishop Cyril and the foreign bishop.
Outside the secluded corridor, in the dim corner of the lounge.
The eldest prince had just pushed the "dazed" Samuel into the door when he was suddenly hit on the head.
The eldest prince didn't even make a sound before his fat body collapsed to the ground like a torn sack, completely losing consciousness.
Samuel lowered his eyes and glanced, bloodshot pupils appeared in an instant, he stepped over the eldest prince's back, left the lounge, and chased in the direction the archbishop had left.
The path leading to the interior of the Vatican glowed with a cold light under the moonlight.
The archdeacon walked alone on the path, feeling inexplicably irritated.
Just now in the banquet hall, I felt like there was a cold gaze following me...
He couldn't help but stop and look back suspiciously.
The moonlight is like water, and the shadows of the trees are swaying.
The path behind me was empty, with only the rustling of leaves in the night wind.
He breathed a sigh of relief, secretly laughed at himself for being too suspicious, and continued to walk forward a few steps.
But the feeling of being watched not only did not disappear, but became even stronger.
He suddenly turned back again!
There is still nothing behind me.
The archdeacon's heart began to beat irregularly, and a sense of foreboding came over him.
He quickened his pace, wanting to return to the brightly lit Vatican buildings as soon as possible.
Just as he turned around for the third time to confirm that there was no one behind him, his breathing suddenly stopped.
Ahead, under the tall tree at the bend of the path, a figure stood quietly, blocking his way.
Samuel's long, inky hair fell to his waist, swaying slightly in the night breeze.
Half of her face was covered with an exquisite butterfly mask, and a pair of strange blood-red thin lips were raised.
The whole person exudes a strange and fatal attraction.
The archdeacon's heart was shaken, and he shouted, "Who?! Who is playing tricks on me?"
Samuel gently took off the butterfly mask on his face.
"I'm going to make you..." Samuel's voice was as cold as ice. "Look at this face and see how I killed you."
