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Chapter 867

Chapter 867: Chapter 242 Jacob and Cardinal Loki Chapter 867: Chapter 242 Jacob and Cardinal Loki Several old elves were discussing, and their voices grew louder.

An elf prisoner wearing glowing triangular shackles passed by with a lunchbox, curiously glancing over before realizing today was the election day for the Pope: “Is it already March 3rd?”

One of the wardens glanced at him, saying impatiently, “Yeah, have you finished the twenty batches of Origin of Life potions you were assigned the day before yesterday?”

“I finished, finished...

about to submit them...”

“Forget it, Guramance.”

Another old elf advised, “Today is a good day, let’s give them a half-day off.”

Meanwhile, the passing prisoner leaned closer, looking at the screen, and curiously asked, “Is this...

a human Pope?

When did humans have Cardinals?”

“—What, a human Pope?”

A nearby human prisoner carrying food overheard and immediately perked up, running over to join in the commotion: “Is there an amnesty?

Do we get an amnesty?”

Suddenly, many human, avianfolk, and goblin prisoners heard the news and also wanted to come over to check the news about the new Pope.

“It’s none of your business, go back and eat!”

A young warden shouted fiercely, swinging a light whip to drive everyone back.

...

But the whip didn’t actually hit anyone, just cracking in the air.

So, the prisoners weren’t too afraid and giggled as they backed away.

The other wardens didn’t lose their temper, merely sipping tea and chuckling as they watched him drive people away.

They leisurely discussed, “Having a human as Pope isn’t bad.

Besides, he is from Avalon...

Avalon is also considered our territory, right?”

“Right, Avalonians are one of us.”

“I personally think Cardinal Galatea is also good, as she is also from the Relic Restoration Assembly.

But I still support Cardinal Matilda more.”

“That’s unlikely, Cardinal Matilda and Her Holiness the Saintess have a good relationship.

She would definitely give her vote to the Holy Maiden.”

“Yes, it would be best for the Saintess to be elected Pope...”

The centuries-old elves whispered thus.

In a corner of this floor, in a place more heavily guarded and more secluded,

a young human dressed in a linen robe, with glowing shackles on his hands and feet, and covered in silver glowing runes, sat quietly next to a dining table.

He had red hair—it was the vampire writer Bram Stoker.

He looked thinner than before but seemed more spirited.

And at that moment, on his table, there lay a bottle of high-quality Star Antimony produced red wine.

This was something that normally wouldn’t be provided to a prisoner.@@@@

Because the person who brought it had sneaked in silently.

“How about it, Bram?”

His youthful appearance made him seem like he had returned to the past, becoming that journalist again.

“…Scraps?

Whose scraps?”

“Aren’t you supposed to know?

All-knowing Cardinal Loki...

naturally, it’s the remnants used to make ‘Aiwass’.

I was given some raw materials from above, but I managed to create Aiwass using only a part of them.

The remaining part...

I can’t just return it.”

Jacob said with a smile: “In our human terms, this is called ‘yield loss’.

This scrap is mine.”

“Hmph.”

“Bram” scoffed, noncommittally.

He gradually stepped back, transforming back into Bram.

“Don’t hurry off.”

Jacob spoke, boasting gently: “Did you know?

My grandson became the Pope.”

“Oh, I could guess.”

“Bram” paused, lifting his head again, his pupils reflecting a sea of flames again.

Only his smile was mocking: “Or perhaps, that was also one of my contingency plans.”

“Mmm, I know.

Whether it’s you becoming the Pope, or you being destroyed by Aiwass...

whether alive or dead, you always manage to go with the flow and reap some benefits.

Truly, it’s quite the Moriarty-style of scheming,” Jacob said cheerily.

“You’re wrong, Jacob.

He learned it from me.

Since when do fathers act like their sons?” a small fragment of Loki’s consciousness hidden inside “Bram” said coldly.

“Oh?”

Jacob smiled slightly: “Are you really sure, this is your plan?

“Could there be a possibility… that all of this is Moriarty’s layout?

From the beginning, you didn’t have ‘that many choices’.

That future filled with countless possibilities had been narrowed down to only one possibility by the time Aiwass arrived.

“All of this is inevitable.

“Just like I would appear here, and you...”

Jacob laughed, reaching out to grab the shimmering silver fork in “Bram’s” hand, allowing his own skin to be pierced.

“—will serve me.

“Taste it, this is the sacrament… This is mercy.”