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"While I can't be too direct, I should be able to hold off one or two people for you secretly."

"No need for now, you can take the blame for me for a while."

Lin Que smiled and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, the things I'm going to do next will all fall on your shoulders."

"no problem."

In any case, given the current situation, taking the blame for a few things is the same as taking the blame; the outcome makes no difference.

Athena would be satisfied as long as she could kill a few more Christians.

"When are you going to take action?"

"Let me think about it... today then."

Lin Que patted his stomach: "Let's start by taking action against those hidden agents they've planted in the East District."

...

Time passed slowly, and night fell in the blink of an eye.

East Quarter of the Box Garden, Gate 11022, within the territory of the [Simon] community.

An elderly man dressed as a missionary, carrying a cross on his back, walks alone.

Following the marble path under his feet, he walked for about ten minutes before finally entering a church.

The church was very dark, with the only light source being the moonlight streaming in through the windows.

But the old man was not affected. He walked smoothly into the depths of the church, opened a hidden door in the wall, and went into the basement.

"Lord Ximen, you've arrived."

Noticing someone approaching, the black-robed figure who had been waiting in the basement looked up to confirm the other person's identity before taking out a letter from his pocket and handing it over.

"This is the message for you. Please accept it."

"Ah."

The old man, referred to as Ximen, nodded slightly, took the letter, and opened it to examine it in front of him.

After a long while, he finished reading the contents of the letter, then placed it on a candle and burned it, a thoughtful expression on his face.

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The letter didn't contain much; it mainly talked about how the Christians went to Mount Olympus that day and clashed with the Greek gods.

The people above might be worried that the Greek gods might use underhanded tactics, so they told him to be careful lately and not to cause any trouble.

"Although I had a premonition about this after hearing about the incident involving Lord Raziel and Lord Sariel."

"But I didn't expect Lord Michael and the others to react so strongly. It seems we'll be busy from now on."

"Is there anything you need to reply to?"

Upon hearing Ximen speak, the man in black robes inquired, "I still need to deliver messages to several other officials."

..... ........ ...

"If there's nothing else I can help you with, I'll take my leave now."

"Just wait here."

Ximen walked to a wooden table in the secret room, pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer, and began to scribble on it with his finger.

After a while, seemingly having made a mark, Simon took out another envelope, put the paper in it, and turned to hand it to the 'man in black robes'.

"This is a reply. Remember to deliver it to Mika personally... Hmm? Why did you take off your shielding cloak?"

"Cough~ I was a little hot just now, so I took it off to cool down."

Lin Que casually stuffed the seemingly high-quality cloak into the Gift Card and then reached out his hand towards Ximen.

"Give me the letter, Lord Simon."

"wrong!"

Ximen suddenly took two steps back, deliberately creating distance between himself and the others.

"You're not number eleven!"

"What are you saying, Lord Simon?"

Lin Que raised his finger and pointed to his face: "Look closely, I am number eleven."

"If you don't believe me, I can tell you a few secrets that only we know."

"Shut up! I won't believe anything you say!"

Simon casually destroyed the letter he had just finished and looked at Lin Que with a gloomy expression.

"Although I don't know what you did to change what I remember number 11 looks like."

"But I can be sure of one thing: you are definitely not Number Eleven!"

......Several.

Chapter 216 The Cross of Jesus ( )

Simon was able to tell something was wrong not because of intuition.

In fact, the reason is quite simple.

As one of the twelve apostles of Christianity, Simon was able to sense the faith in believers on a daily basis.

The fact that Number Eleven could become his messenger, helping to pass on information between him and Michael, speaks volumes about his loyalty and faith in Christianity.

Even among fanatics, Number Eleven is definitely one of the most devout believers.

But at this moment, the 'Number Eleven' standing in front of him showed no trace of faith.

It would be strange if Simon couldn't see the problem.

"When exactly was it replaced?"

Simon looked at Lin Que with a serious expression: "When the letter was handed over just now, the person on the 11th was still the same person."

"Since you've already said '600,' when else could it be?"

Lin Que shrugged, not bothering to continue pretending and playing along with the other person's role-playing game.

"The time I'll eat him up is, of course, when you go to write a reply to Michael~"

"Is that really the case?"

Simon's expression darkened, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

Although he did have his back to Number 11 when he wrote the letter, the distance between them was definitely no more than ten meters.

They were able to eliminate Number Eleven silently within this distance, without even letting him notice.

The opponent's true strength is self-evident.

However, just as Simon was preparing to find a way to retreat, he seemed to have thought of something and suddenly asked a probing question.

"Are you someone sent from Greece?"

"No."

"no?"

A hint of doubt appeared in Simon's eyes: "If you're not from Greece, then why are you causing me trouble?"

"I'm causing you trouble?"

Lin Que shook his head slightly, then suddenly appeared in front of Ximen, grabbed him by the neck, and lifted him up.

“You’ve got it backwards, Saint Simon.”

"It's not me causing trouble for you, it's you who are causing trouble for me."

boom--!

Seemingly sensing that Simon was facing a life-or-death crisis, the cross that Simon had been carrying on his back suddenly shone with a dazzling light.

A terrifying energy wave, carrying the cross, rose automatically from behind Simon and slammed down on Lin Que's head.

"Oh?"

Raising his free left hand, Lin Que easily blocked the attack, a look of surprise on his face.

"This cross... is interesting. I didn't expect you to be carrying such a special item."

"As expected of a saint, their treatment is indeed extraordinary, much richer than those ordinary four-figure sums."

"How can it be!"

Upon seeing this, Ximen, who had been relatively calm, broke down for the first time, his face showing an expression of disbelief.

"That was the cross of the Divine Child! How could you take it down like that?!"

"Is there even a question? In the case of self-liberation, the power of this cross would barely reach three digits."

Lin Que replied with a smile, "Even Sariel couldn't hurt me with the Spear of Longinus, do you think this kind of attack could work on me?"

Simon's pupils contracted, and he shook himself violently: "You..."