I Don't Agree to the Terms-Chapter 1067 - 561: Short on Provisions? Time to Borrow from the Former Boss

After a year and three months, the Expeditionary Army was finally successfully formed, which had already exhausted the Pope.

The main reason was the judges and Discipline bishops were dragging their feet too much. During this time, he tried to physically eliminate these two archbishops to force them out of the church center.

However, the result was a failure, simply because there were spies from the two factions within.

If this move had succeeded, there wouldn't have been a problem. The issue was he failed, and he suffered backlash from the two archbishops and their followers, which made their allied attacks against him increasingly fierce.

Although the Expeditionary Army was re-established now, the power was not solely in his hands. Two-thirds were divided by the judges and Discipline bishops, who instead completely suppressed him.

Fortunately, he still had the Church Protection Knights, making it an even battle, so what could have been an excellent situation turned into a total loss due to a failed plot.

This situation was also very normal. If you're going to kill them, they can't just not resist and let you. So, he took a gamble, and in the end, the judges and Discipline bishops won, and he naturally had to bear the costs of losing.

Fortunately, the Expeditionary Army was successfully formed; otherwise, if he had not only lost power but also failed to form it, the loss to him would have been immeasurable.

The biggest loss was naturally the deaths of Bishop Ruster and Great Knight Hicks.

As early as six months ago, he had been continuously sending people to the Thorny Lion Territory to investigate, but none of them returned.

"Your Holiness, there's new intelligence that the power known as Hogwarts Witchcraft Academy has once again started recruiting students." A bishop rushed in and placed the intelligence on the Pope's desk.

This made the Pope even more troubled.

Since the last failed attempt, the two archbishops had already broken with him and no longer engaged in discussions with him, fearing he might again try to take their lives.

"Are there any clues?" the Pope asked.

If this so-called witchcraft academy could be destroyed and its resources seized, it would be advantageous for him. At least, he could use this as leverage to win back some of his bishops to strengthen his influence.

"No, but rest assured, this time again, no one accepted the academy's invitations, so they surely won't attract anyone this time." The bishop spoke confidently, obviously misunderstanding the Pope's intention.

In this regard, the Pope still preferred Ruster, although he was greedy, he understood his thoughts, hence able to become his confidant.

"Hmm, very well, remember to reward these families who resisted the devil's temptation and release a notice to praise this virtue," the Pope said in response.

Otherwise, what else could be done? Clearly, the other party was not someone who could provide any clues.

"Yes, Your Holiness." The bishop, taken aback by these words, then continued, "Your Holiness, this academy is opened by the devil, and now that the Expeditionary Army has been successfully formed, why don't we cleanse this academy as the first battle of the Expeditionary Army?"

These words left the Pope speechless; without even a single clue, how could he move the Expeditionary Army without direction?

At the very least, you need to know where their place is; how dare you propose such an idea without knowing anything?

"I understand, I'll consider it," the Pope replied, clearly a very gentle refusal. After the rise of the two archbishops, the Pope was no longer as domineering as before but rather restrained, making sure to keep up appearances.

This statement brought joy to the bishop, as he thought there was a chance the Pope might agree, making this matter a piece of intelligence and leverage.

Of course, after some flattery, the person left.

"Idiot!" the Pope cursed silently, but he didn't dare to speak openly, fearing disruption of internal harmony.

"My dear Pope, it seems you've been doing quite poorly in my absence,"

Suddenly, a familiar yet terrifyingly eerie female voice echoed in his ear.

In that instant, every hair on the Pope stood up as he leapt up in alarm. When he looked up again,

he saw a familiar woman somehow standing behind his seat, her gaze making him terrified.

"Who... are you?" The Pope's voice carried a sinister tone, suspecting this woman might be an assassin sent by the two archbishops, possibly having infiltrated since last night, lying in wait to strike when alone.

"Pope, how could you forget me? It truly breaks my heart." Her voice seemed to weep, but this action revealed her entire figure.

Images of women flashed through the Pope's mind; he didn't recall having a fleeting romance with this woman. After all, with such a beautiful woman, how could he forget?

Fortunately, he wasn't blinded by seduction; he cautiously moved towards the door.

He didn't care who she was; his life was what mattered most.

Just as his hand grasped the doorknob to pull and burst out, he felt a soft hand holding his, its chilling touch sending a shiver down his spine.