Chapter 695: When things go to well and you wonder if you get scammed instead
The pope was not an ordinary-looking guy, and I didn’t say this because of his bling bling clothing. He was definitely old--perhaps as old as the Templar’s leader--but rather than someone who spent their time praying and preaching, the old man looked like he used to be a Holy Knight. You know...the tall and imposing type.
This was equivalent to a military general becoming the president--which wasn’t illegal per se, but sometimes made us wonder if he did it democratically or with guns blazing.
"Is that one strong?" I asked Ignis.
[Not sure; the clothes are obscuring his mana and covering his body, so I can’t see his muscle mass]
Hmm...it was always annoying if we couldn’t see the Boss’s health bar.
Anyway, the Pope came forward and, despite the bear-like appearance, acted like a caring grandpa to Jin. [Welcome, welcome! I have been waiting for you, Warrior of Light. I was meant to invite you from a long time ago, but alas! It was so hard to find you]
Meaning: why do you keep running around and messing up my VVIP’s questionable business, you punk? Do you know how much the donations have been lost because of it?!
[Is it okay for you to be out like this, Your Eminence?] I couldn’t see Jin, but his voice was filled with concern. He was getting good at this acting thing. [I heard your health is not...]
The pope stiffened for a bit and gave a mean side eye to the Bishop before replying with a laugh. [Oh, I was just exhausted these days. I guess the others are worrying too much about me]
I couldn’t see the others’ faces because they were bowing so deeply, but I was pretty sure the flame figures trembled a little bit. No one also said anything while the Pope was talking, so it looked like our Boss here got an iron grip on everyone.
Definitely from the military--I mean, Holy Knight Order.