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Chapter 674
chapter 0293 part 1
Chapter 292: Life is Unpredictable, 5000 Monthly Tickets Requested
Hearing Lane's words, everyone present collectively let out a long sigh of relief.
The Pope was involved in a worldwide terrorist attack incident, and the matter was also related to the Stargate and the World Security Council.
Even with the Church's vast resources, they couldn't bear the consequences. The member countries of the World Security Council might be wary of the Church's influence and unable to completely wipe them out, but while they might not be able to act openly, some methods would be enough to give the Church a headache.
Not to mention anything else, a portion of their Church's secret funds were stored in banks in Italy, the Federation, and Switzerland. Once these bank accounts were frozen, their Church's funds would be in trouble.
The Director of the Inquisition was an unremarkable elderly man nearing fifty. He walked up to Lane, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and said with a smile, "Mr. Lane, we must thank your Tang Group for your mediation in this matter!"
Lane saw his hesitant expression, waved his hand, and a black-clothed bodyguard standing by the door walked over with a silver briefcase, placing it in front of Lane.
Lane calmly pressed the password for the silver briefcase, opened the case, and inside were a crude crown that looked woven from wicker, a beetle in white amber, and an old silver cross.
Lane picked up the silver cross, smiled, and said, "These are the relics left by the Pope during the terrorist attack incident. His entourage was attacked by terrorists in a suicide attack at the hotel, and only these few things were found at the scene!"
Lane's finger was looped through the silver chain of the cross. As his finger gently shook, the cross spun lightly with it.
As he moved, the gaze of everyone present followed the cross.
This silver cross looked unremarkable, but it was the inheritance token of the Church's Pope. Within the Vatican, several secret vaults could only be opened with this cross.
Lane looked at West and the others, whose expressions had suddenly turned tense, smiled, and placed the cross back into the briefcase. He pushed the briefcase, and it slid across the conference table, stopping in front of West, who was sitting opposite Lane.
"Now these things are returned to their rightful owners. Our boss said that since he is also a member of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood, he should naturally do what he can for the Brotherhood!"
Several principal figures of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood exchanged glances, completely surprised that these things had come so easily. They had thought they would have to pay a very high price.
It should be known that although they had frequently used the influence of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood and the Church to help the Tang Group over the years, the Tang Group had been donating hard cash to the churches controlled by the Sacred Shield Brotherhood every year.
Just the silver-plated gold crosses alone, they received several large boxes of donations every year, not to mention elegant but valuable small things like gemstone brooches.
In recent years, precisely because of the Tang Group's financial contributions, their Sacred Shield Brotherhood's influence had been able to expand rapidly within the Church.
They just hadn't expected an angel to suddenly appear out of nowhere, disrupting the Sacred Shield Brotherhood's excellent situation.
"A long time ago, I knew that Tang was a benefactor of our Sacred Shield Brotherhood!"
"I truly envy West, having such a good disciple—"
"West has good judgment, but unfortunately, Mr. Tang is not an internal member of the Church, otherwise the position of Pope would definitely be his!"
"Come on, do you think with Mr. Tang's influence, he would care about the position of Pope?"
When they heard Lane say that these things didn't require remuneration, the group from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood kept complimenting Boss Tang with a pile of free pleasantries.
West's usually stern face was now smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. Just as one of the bishops next to him said, Tang Song was West's disciple. The stronger Tang Song's influence and the higher his prestige, the higher his own status within the Sacred Shield Brotherhood would rise accordingly.
It was a pity that he was in the Inquisition, not a Cardinal, and therefore not qualified to run for the position of Pope. Otherwise, with Tang Song's support, he might not have been unable to contend for the throne of Pope.
West opened the silver briefcase in front of him and was checking the three holy artifacts inside when he suddenly felt a gaze fall upon his body. He slightly raised his head and met the eyes of a plump bishop who resembled Santa Claus. The two exchanged a look, and West nodded slightly towards him.
"I am here for another matter. I was entrusted by the World Security Council. Professor Charles of Utopia died on the front line resisting the terrorist attack. Although this matter is officially called a terrorist attack, everyone present knows that it was done by the Angel that performed the Holy Descent. Now Magneto has gone to the World Security Council demanding an explanation. The World Security Council asked me to inquire what kind of explanation the Church intends to give Utopia?"
After the people from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood put away the briefcase containing the three holy artifacts, Lane slowly spoke, revealing his other purpose for being here.
"Utopia, the country established by Mutants?" The Inquisitor of the Inquisition paused, "This matter is the responsibility of the former Pope. We were also imprisoned by that alien monster.
However, this matter is indeed the Church's responsibility, and we will not shirk it. What compensation does Utopia want? Money, or other aspects? Because of the terrorist attack incident at the Central Cathedral, we have recently been fundraising worldwide. So far, we have raised 3.5 billion US dollars. We can compensate Utopia with this money first!"
The Inquisitor didn't take a newly established Mutant country seriously, but he knew that the Tang Group backed Utopia.
No wonder they didn't ask for any benefit when they just delivered the three holy artifacts. So, they were waiting here. A hint of understanding flashed in the Inquisitor's eyes. He thought this money was being demanded by the Tang Group and readily waved his hand generously, "If it's not enough, we can add more to the compensation amount later!"
Looking at the Inquisitor, who had a wealthy and imposing air, Lane put down his teacup of black tea, sighed, and said, "Lord Inquisitor, you've misunderstood. Utopia doesn't plan to ask for money. I've talked to Magneto. Professor Charles's status among Mutants is extraordinary. Without him, Utopia's external deterrent influence is arguably reduced by more than half. This is not something that can be measured by money!"
"Then, what does he want?" The Inquisitor looked at Lane, fearing he would make an exorbitant requirement.
"Endorsement! Utopia wants the Church to endorse Mutants. To announce in the Name of the Lord that Mutant abilities are God's grace, not some gene mutation disease or some Demon Punishment!"
Hearing Lane's words, the Inquisitor immediately frowned, and the several high-ranking bishops present also looked at each other.
"Inquisitor, won't doing this cause resentment among the believers?" A regional archbishop couldn't help but speak.
Chapter 292: Life is Unpredictable, 5000 Monthly Tickets Requested
Hearing Lane's words, everyone present collectively let out a long sigh of relief.
The Pope was involved in a worldwide terrorist attack incident, and the matter was also related to the Stargate and the World Security Council.
Even with the Church's vast resources, they couldn't bear the consequences. The member countries of the World Security Council might be wary of the Church's influence and unable to completely wipe them out, but while they might not be able to act openly, some methods would be enough to give the Church a headache.
Not to mention anything else, a portion of their Church's secret funds were stored in banks in Italy, the Federation, and Switzerland. Once these bank accounts were frozen, their Church's funds would be in trouble.
The Director of the Inquisition was an unremarkable elderly man nearing fifty. He walked up to Lane, made the sign of the cross on his chest, and said with a smile, "Mr. Lane, we must thank your Tang Group for your mediation in this matter!"
Lane saw his hesitant expression, waved his hand, and a black-clothed bodyguard standing by the door walked over with a silver briefcase, placing it in front of Lane.
Lane calmly pressed the password for the silver briefcase, opened the case, and inside were a crude crown that looked woven from wicker, a beetle in white amber, and an old silver cross.
Lane picked up the silver cross, smiled, and said, "These are the relics left by the Pope during the terrorist attack incident. His entourage was attacked by terrorists in a suicide attack at the hotel, and only these few things were found at the scene!"
Lane's finger was looped through the silver chain of the cross. As his finger gently shook, the cross spun lightly with it.
As he moved, the gaze of everyone present followed the cross.
This silver cross looked unremarkable, but it was the inheritance token of the Church's Pope. Within the Vatican, several secret vaults could only be opened with this cross.
Lane looked at West and the others, whose expressions had suddenly turned tense, smiled, and placed the cross back into the briefcase. He pushed the briefcase, and it slid across the conference table, stopping in front of West, who was sitting opposite Lane.
"Now these things are returned to their rightful owners. Our boss said that since he is also a member of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood, he should naturally do what he can for the Brotherhood!"
Several principal figures of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood exchanged glances, completely surprised that these things had come so easily. They had thought they would have to pay a very high price.
It should be known that although they had frequently used the influence of the Sacred Shield Brotherhood and the Church to help the Tang Group over the years, the Tang Group had been donating hard cash to the churches controlled by the Sacred Shield Brotherhood every year.
Just the silver-plated gold crosses alone, they received several large boxes of donations every year, not to mention elegant but valuable small things like gemstone brooches.
In recent years, precisely because of the Tang Group's financial contributions, their Sacred Shield Brotherhood's influence had been able to expand rapidly within the Church.
They just hadn't expected an angel to suddenly appear out of nowhere, disrupting the Sacred Shield Brotherhood's excellent situation.
"A long time ago, I knew that Tang was a benefactor of our Sacred Shield Brotherhood!"
"I truly envy West, having such a good disciple—"
"West has good judgment, but unfortunately, Mr. Tang is not an internal member of the Church, otherwise the position of Pope would definitely be his!"
"Come on, do you think with Mr. Tang's influence, he would care about the position of Pope?"
When they heard Lane say that these things didn't require remuneration, the group from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood kept complimenting Boss Tang with a pile of free pleasantries.
West's usually stern face was now smiling like a blooming chrysanthemum. Just as one of the bishops next to him said, Tang Song was West's disciple. The stronger Tang Song's influence and the higher his prestige, the higher his own status within the Sacred Shield Brotherhood would rise accordingly.
It was a pity that he was in the Inquisition, not a Cardinal, and therefore not qualified to run for the position of Pope. Otherwise, with Tang Song's support, he might not have been unable to contend for the throne of Pope.
West opened the silver briefcase in front of him and was checking the three holy artifacts inside when he suddenly felt a gaze fall upon his body. He slightly raised his head and met the eyes of a plump bishop who resembled Santa Claus. The two exchanged a look, and West nodded slightly towards him.
"I am here for another matter. I was entrusted by the World Security Council. Professor Charles of Utopia died on the front line resisting the terrorist attack. Although this matter is officially called a terrorist attack, everyone present knows that it was done by the Angel that performed the Holy Descent. Now Magneto has gone to the World Security Council demanding an explanation. The World Security Council asked me to inquire what kind of explanation the Church intends to give Utopia?"
After the people from the Sacred Shield Brotherhood put away the briefcase containing the three holy artifacts, Lane slowly spoke, revealing his other purpose for being here.
"Utopia, the country established by Mutants?" The Inquisitor of the Inquisition paused, "This matter is the responsibility of the former Pope. We were also imprisoned by that alien monster.
However, this matter is indeed the Church's responsibility, and we will not shirk it. What compensation does Utopia want? Money, or other aspects? Because of the terrorist attack incident at the Central Cathedral, we have recently been fundraising worldwide. So far, we have raised 3.5 billion US dollars. We can compensate Utopia with this money first!"
The Inquisitor didn't take a newly established Mutant country seriously, but he knew that the Tang Group backed Utopia.
No wonder they didn't ask for any benefit when they just delivered the three holy artifacts. So, they were waiting here. A hint of understanding flashed in the Inquisitor's eyes. He thought this money was being demanded by the Tang Group and readily waved his hand generously, "If it's not enough, we can add more to the compensation amount later!"
Looking at the Inquisitor, who had a wealthy and imposing air, Lane put down his teacup of black tea, sighed, and said, "Lord Inquisitor, you've misunderstood. Utopia doesn't plan to ask for money. I've talked to Magneto. Professor Charles's status among Mutants is extraordinary. Without him, Utopia's external deterrent influence is arguably reduced by more than half. This is not something that can be measured by money!"
"Then, what does he want?" The Inquisitor looked at Lane, fearing he would make an exorbitant requirement.
"Endorsement! Utopia wants the Church to endorse Mutants. To announce in the Name of the Lord that Mutant abilities are God's grace, not some gene mutation disease or some Demon Punishment!"
Hearing Lane's words, the Inquisitor immediately frowned, and the several high-ranking bishops present also looked at each other.
"Inquisitor, won't doing this cause resentment among the believers?" A regional archbishop couldn't help but speak.
