Successor

The Pope was a Saint.

With but a word, the countless believers of the Orthodoxy would die for him.

Chen Changsheng did not know what the first word that the Pope would say to him would be.

He was somewhat nervous.

Then, he heard three words.

“Come… come… come.”

The Pope beckoned him over as he said these words, indicating that he should come in.

Like a farmer calling his chicks, or a grandfather teasing his grandson.

Chen Changsheng stared blankly for a few moments, then he walked up the stone steps and stood before the Pope.

Having the Pope right in front of him really made Chen Changsheng feel incredibly nervous.

Even though he had met so many powerful figures after he had come to the capital, even with some that could be considered legends; he still found it hard to control his emotions.

After all, this tall, thin old man was the Pope.