Chapter 300 Lord, You Didn’t Forgive Me After All

April 4, Holy See City.

"How is Grandiva? Is he still in the capital of France?" The old Pope's weak voice rang out in the magnificent gold-decorated room.

"I heard that he has a new lover and they are very passionate about each other. How could he be willing to leave?"

"You villain! You are a lustful devil with no restraint! You are a libertine!" The Pope cursed him breathlessly.

Shirley stood aside silently without saying anything.

"Any more wine?"

As if he was tired of scolding, Johnny VIII's eyelids kept drooping and his voice sounded like talking in a sleep.

Shirley shook his head: "The last barrel of wine was finished, it can't be kept for long.

Given the current situation in the Thousand River Valley, the next batch of newly produced wine will probably have to wait until winter.”

Blinking hard, Johnny VIII drove away the sleepiness: "Well, send the wine from the Flesh and Blood Court over here."

Shirley stood up straight and did not immediately follow Johnny VIII's order.

Johnny VIII asked irritably, "What are you dawdling about?"

“Your Majesty, the wine there is too strong. It was fine when you drank it a few years ago.

After drinking Thousand Valley wine for so long, drinking this will do great harm to your body."

"Shilly, oh Shilly." Johnny VIII sighed, "You should know that hundreds of important northern nobles will come to attend the upcoming mass.

I had to prove to them that I was still healthy and that I could still bring them benefit, which determined the fate of the church.

Otherwise, what's the point of everything we do in Leia? Do you understand me?"

Sherry was silent for a few seconds, turned around silently and left the room. About five minutes later, he returned to the room with a small glass of wine.

"Your Majesty, you have to drink slowly..."

Johnny VIII snatched the wine from Shelly's hand and drank it all in one gulp before Shelly could stop him.

"Your Majesty!" Shirley was horrified and quickly placed his hand on Johnny's heart.

However, to Shelly's surprise, Johnny VIII's heartbeat was still normal, as if it was not affected at all.

“Don’t worry, as long as I’m wearing the Triple Crown, no matter how strong the poison is, it won’t have much effect on me.

Just wait a day and a night for the toxins to be expelled, then take off the crown. "

Johnny VIII coughed and pushed away Shirley's hand.

Seeing that Johnny VIII was safe and sound, Shirley sincerely drew a cross on his chest: "Praise the greatness of the Lord."

"Okay, take me to change, we should go to mass."

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The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows and onto the stone floor of the cathedral, creating colorful light and shadows.

Pope Johnny VIII, the long-lived pope who reigned for 52 years, stood in front of an altar covered with flowers.

He was dressed in a holy robe woven with gold thread, a triple crown symbolizing power on his head, and holding the Gospel and a scepter in his hands.

"Oh, our Lord..."

The sound echoed in the empty church. Johnny VIII deliberately selected this most passionate segment.

His voice was loud and clear, more energetic than that of a young man, solemn and sacred.

The French bishops sitting in the audience looked at each other in bewilderment, and some even cursed in their hearts, saying that if he didn't die, I would die.

As for the Leia nobles in the north, they either bowed their heads in surprise or reverence, listening to this mass that was no different from the one they had in their youth.

"Messalua!"

After singing the entire hymn in one breath, Johnny VIII took two breaths without making any sound.

Then he once again shouted in a chanting voice, "Messiah!"

"Messalua!"

The people in the audience echoed, clasped their hands in front of their chests, and prayed devoutly.

After announcing the end of the mass, two attendant monks quickly stepped forward and took the heavy scepter and gospel from Johnny VIII.

"Your Majesty, do you want to take a rest?"
"No need, go and arrange the dinner and the regular clothes."

"I understand." While helping Johnny VIII take off his holy clothes, Shirley whispered, "If you feel any discomfort, you must tell me."

Johnny VIII nodded imperceptibly, forced out a kind and amiable smile, and walked along the steps toward the standing crowd. Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the vestment, and walked toward the back hall.

Johnny VIII immediately recognized the great noble of Thorn Garden, Grand Duke Omes Oblex Osra, among the crowd.

It is hard not to notice the overbite chin inherited from this great noble family.

After choosing his target, the Pope walked straight towards the Duke of Omes without taking a rest.

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When Johnny VIII took the second step, he suddenly felt something was wrong, as if he was stepping on marshmallows.

The next second, he heard screams and the sound of wind.

After missing a step, the old Pope's body tilted forward. He tried hard to keep his balance, but to no avail.

The colorful light from the stained glass window seemed to be pressing heavily on the Pope's back, falling towards the ground with the Pope.

Like a falling apart wooden man, Johnny VIII collapsed.

Having been at ease for too long, he had no time to stretch out his weak hands to support himself on the ground.

His head lowered, the tiara slipped off, and the old Pope's forehead hit the marble floor with a dull sound.

"Clang-"

"Boom-"

Xie Li, who was about to walk to the back hall door, heard a sound that made his blood rush backwards.

The prayers and conversations of the nobles and believers came to an abrupt halt, and the agile movements of the attendant monks seemed so slow.

They arrived quickly, but were unable to catch the old Pope who was in trouble.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Cheryl threw away the holy robe in his hand like a madman and ran to Johnny VIII.

Kneeling before the Pope, Cheryl took the Pope's hand and turned him over.

Having lost the triple crown on his head, Johnny VIII began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a faint purple hue appeared on his face.

The face shrouded in holy light is so clear, so old, and so fragile at this moment.

The nobles surrounded him and looked at the unfamiliar face, with a sense of foreboding in their hearts.

Shirley lifted the back of the old Pope's head and placed the triple crown on his head. Johnny VIII, who had foam coming out of the corners of his mouth, felt a little better.

"It's too late..." Johnny VIII stopped Shirley before he could call for the doctor, "Myrcella is calling me, I should go serve the Supreme Lord."

"You just need to rest..."

"It's no use wearing this hat." For some reason, Johnny VIII, who was ambitious in the morning, suddenly became depressed.

A French bishop tightly tightened his lips and said, "Your Majesty, please don't talk nonsense."

Johnny VIII didn't even look at him and arched his back hard.

Shirley knew that the Pope wanted to talk to him, so he quickly put his ear closer.

As for the French bishops, they were even more shameless and stretched their ears over.

"My will is in the second drawer of the desk. Do you know which desk it is..."

Before Johnny VIII could finish his words, several cardinals immediately jumped up and ran towards the Pope's study, chasing each other.

A French bishop was even tripped by Bishop Leia's outstretched leg.

"Shilly, good boy, go get it quickly, don't let them get it." After coughing, Johnny VIII looked up at the magnificent dome, "Lord, you couldn't forgive me after all..."

With his ear against Johnny VIII's chest, Shirley listened for a full minute as everyone watched nervously.

He raised his head slowly, tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty... has already gone to Mount Paradise..."

Shirley's voice was too soft for the nobles around him to hear.

A French cardinal pinched his thigh, trying not to show his "sorrow":
"I have some unfortunate news to tell you all - our dear Pope, His Holiness Johnny VIII, has been summoned by the Lord, wuwuwuwukukuku..."

"Uuuuuu——"

Immediately, the sound of crying was heard in the cathedral. Everyone was crying, but some cried better and some cried worse.

Amid the crying, Johnny VIII's robe spread out as his body fell.

The golden thread flickered its last rays of light in the sun, like a blooming marigold.

The corpse lay quietly in front of the altar, with a helpless smile on his face.

It seemed like he was relieved, but also like he had seen the future world after his death.

(End of this chapter)