Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

Chapter 1296 The Arrival of the 'Archangel'

Robert and Mousse could only nod and agree. They understood what the Pope meant: the audience had arrived, and if the actors on stage weren't there, then two more actors would have to be substituted. In short, the audience was their bread and butter, and they had to satisfy their parents' demands.

Robert and Mousse helped the Pope to the platform, where he interacted with the faithful, waving and greeting them.

Robert said to Mousse.

"What should we do? Where are we going to find two more people?"

Mousse sneered.

"Your Excellency, you've been shrewd all your life, but you've made a foolish mistake this time. Don't you have so many believers? Just pick two at random that resemble Sophia and the others..."

Then they changed into white robes, tied them up, lit a fire, and that was it, wasn't it? The believers on the platform are so far away, how could they clearly see who was being burned?

Robert suddenly realized that he had done this kind of thing many times before. He beckoned to a priest and whispered something to him.

“Go among the believers and find the most devout ones, remember, a man and a woman, put on white robes, tie them to a cross, and tell them that today the Pope will pray for them. Two believers will ascend to heaven to serve the Lord and the Virgin Mary.”

This honor is one I carefully selected for them, so I accept it gladly.

The priest agreed, took a few steps back, and then ran out.

"Mousse said softly."

"The Pope was just making a gesture; he's about to perform a miracle."

Robert spat contemptuously and cursed under his breath.

"That old codger, he's so old, yet he still loves to show off. Why don't you just fall and kill him?"

But he said...

"Okay, I've prepared two patients, one who can't speak and the other who can't walk. I'll have them brought up immediately..."

Just then, the Pope spoke.

"May the Lord bless you, my children, Amen."

Suddenly, two groups of people ran into the arena, crying as they ran. Some of them were carrying two stretchers, inside which lay two people who did not move at all.

They knelt at the bottom of the central steps, kowtowing desperately.

"May the Lord bless my brother and keep him safe."

“Lord, my husband was kicked by a cow and has been unable to walk for a month. We have run out of rice. Please, Lord, help my husband get back on his feet.”

The Pope smiled slightly, gently extended a hand, and suddenly sprinkled a shower of sweet rain from between his fingers. This shower of rain fell on the two people, who pretended to be unaware and gently sat up.

One of the young men gestured with his hands, and Cardinal Robert spoke loudly.

"My child, you can speak now."

The young man made two exaggerated "ah ah" sounds, then shouted in a hoarse voice.

"Lord, I can finally speak."

He lay on the stretcher and began to read the Bible aloud.

Another middle-aged man suddenly reached out and helped his wife to her feet. He rolled up his trouser legs, revealing bloodstains on them, and walked around in circles, finding himself completely unharmed.

The middle-aged man suddenly knelt down and made the sign of the cross towards the Pope.

Those who were unaware of the truth all loudly praised it.

"Thanks be to God for His grace!"

But some clever people pretend to make the sign of the cross while muttering curses under their breath.

"This act went too far. That young man is mute; he could have walked in by himself. Why did he pretend to be dying and have to be carried in?"

Unfortunately, there are few truly intelligent people, but countless people blindly worship faith.

Cardinal Robert walked up to the Pope and spoke softly.

“The men who went to capture Sofia haven’t returned yet, but I’ve already prepared a replacement.”

The Pope angrily flicked his sleeves.

"Next time, use warm water for the hose in your clothes; this water is too cold."

Robert readily agreed.

Just as Mousse was about to order the Ironblood Crusaders to bring up the two substitutes,

Suddenly, a burst of laughter came from the sky, causing everyone to look up. A large bird flew in from the horizon; its body was snow-white, except for its wings, which were tinged with black.

Someone with sharp eyes shouted loudly,

“There’s a person on the bird, oh my god, it’s an angel.”

A person dressed in a monk's robe was standing on the back of the large bird, but his face was covered by a mask, so his features could not be seen.

When the large bird flew above the cross, it suddenly disappeared, and in the sky appeared a golden suit of armor, with a monk in robes spreading his arms.

The armor was fitted onto the man piece by piece, and by the time he landed on the cross, the golden mask on his face had been removed. He was seen carrying a silver longsword in his right hand, which he casually slung over his shoulder.

The Pope stared in disbelief, and couldn't help but groan.

"That is?"

He wanted to say that it was the golden armor he treasured in his secret chamber, but the golden man shouted it out.

"I am Gabriel, the strength of God!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears, instantly snapping them out of their shock. They all knelt down and shouted.

"Oh my god, it's an archangel!"

“It’s Archangel Gabriel! My Lord, I never thought I would see an angel in my lifetime.”

Faced with this scene, both the Pope and Robert were stunned. They didn't know if it was real or not, but everything before them clearly told them that this was a true miracle—Archangel Gabriel, one of the seven angels, had descended.

The Knights Templar were the first to kneel down and prostrate themselves on the ground. In a sense, the archangel was their master, and the servants, upon seeing their master, were sitting arrogantly on their horses. Did they want to die?

The Ironblood Crusaders immediately put down their spears and knelt down.

For a moment, only the Pope, the Cardinal, and the Chief Justice stood on the platform.

The 'Archangel' snorted coldly, his voice like rolling thunder, reaching everyone's ears.

"God gave me a decree to come to earth because there are Judases among our servants, and not just one, causing my believers to suffer injustice."

Upon hearing this, the Templar Knights went berserk, drawing their longswords and slashing their foreheads.

"Master, who are these Judas? We must kill them with our own hands."

The 'Archangel' flicked his finger, and a grain of gold dust hit the Templar Knights commander's visor. The commander was thrown back and fell to the ground, yelling loudly.

"Please punish me, Master."

"Archangel" said softly.

“Stubborn and gullible, you’re being given a little punishment.”

With that, he waved his hand, and the thirty-eight thoroughbreds vanished in a spectacular fashion before the eyes of hundreds of people. Even the Pope and the cardinals believed that an archangel had descended…