"What do you need me to do?"
Luo Yan said calmly.
"Nothing is required, I only need you to write an agreement about the future in the New Testament of your rebirth in fire."
He would never say what he really wants.
He wants them to guess.
Only in this way, will they offer up their most precious things in anxious uncertainty.
Upon hearing that the cost of strength need not be paid immediately, a hint of uncontrollable ecstasy emerged from beneath the tentacle-covered visage.
The Pope bowed his head, promising with utmost reverence.
"I am willing!"
He dared not defy.
Nor was there any reason to defy.
If the Divine can bestow grace, it can surely bring down heavenly punishment.
He would also use the harshest language to write the doctrine of the New Testament and use the most malicious intimidation to coerce his descendants to uphold the doctrine.
Anyway—
It need not be paid by him.
