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Although Herbert's words were somewhat abstract, the Sun Pope easily understood his meaning.
"Oh? You've realized it already? Haha, you are truly smart."
The old man looked at the young man's difficult-to-maintain expression and finally regained the advantage he had lost earlier, pleasantly stroking his beard.
Good.
Feeling content.
According to the "law of conservation of smiles," when the Sun Pope smiles, another person in the room loses their smile.
"..."
Herbert now couldn't smile at all.
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Upon realizing what the Sun Pope intended to make him do, Herbert couldn't hold it anymore.
"No, Your Eminence the Pope!"
"I think this is really impossible!"
Herbert, ignoring decorum, glared at the smiling old man, gritting his teeth and feeling agitated:
"Let me deal with the Evil God's incarnation? How is that possible!!?"
Come on, brother!!?
You really want to play it this way?
