Chapter 162 Angel Catcher_2

"I understand."

Archibald ceased his smile and nodded, a business everyone outside would kill for was secured here in just a few brief exchanges.

Afterward, the two carried on a discussion about the Pope's preferences for over an hour.

Though Wayne had not met the Pope himself, he gained a direct and three-dimensional understanding; nuns in uniform passing by the Papal Palace were met with the Pope's critical gaze, which lingered until the figure of the nun vanished.

Three words could sum it up—LSP!

At ten at night, Wayne reluctantly ended the casual conversation.

He waved his hand, grabbing the Holy Spear Pendant that floated in mid-air: "Archibald, I look forward to meeting you again, well, if there is a next time."

"Mister Wayne, I too am very much looking forward to it."

The two said their goodbyes; Wayne raised his hand to encircle Mona's slender waist, his fingertips sliding down to encompass the roundness, as if trying to prove something with this gesture.