"Archbishop Tommy is going to assassinate His Holiness the Pope?!"
Jeska picked his ear with his pinky finger, thinking he had heard wrong.
"We... we searched... but it's not there... the secret decree on the belt was exposed... it was discovered... quickly, go notify His Holiness the Pope."
Straightening the bent-over, panting skinny young man, Jeska's face was serious: "I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush, tell me from the beginning what's going on!"
At that moment, inside the Pope's Guard camp beside the entrance of Gulag Monastery, many guards had already awakened from their sleep, stepping out to look towards Jeska's direction.
"Hurry, there's no time." Seeing Jeska not taking action, the young man in short clothes became even more anxious than before, "On my way here, I saw Tommy leading people and rushing over, all carrying weapons."
"What?!" Jeska left the young man behind, leaping onto a large locust tree with surprising agility contrary to his hefty build.
