Revive Rome: Wait! Why not make the empress fall in love with me first? Chapter 505 - 17 Visiting the Holy See

Ratlan Palace.

"Is this the residence of the Church Court?" Eleanor looked around, "I feel a bit subtly disappointed... It isn’t as beautiful as my family’s Weisbach Palace."

"The original identity of Ratlan Palace was the Ratlan Technology Park, which is also the location of the Solomon Empire’s Academy of Sciences and the Engineering Institute," Nora explained. "From the ti it was built, the architectural appearance wasn’t really considered."

"Because if it was built too grandly, it wouldn’t be convenient to ask the Empire for scientific research funding, would it?" Aske snarked.

"Exactly." Nora playfully snapped her fingers and laughed.

"The Church Court and the Academy of Sciences... It always seems a bit strange," Eleanor said.

"So, did you know? The ancient na for a Cardinal was ’Imperial Academician.’ " Nora pointed to the four-cornered clock tower opposite them. "There! See that? That’s the Giotto Bell."

"The Giotto Bell?"

"Yes, it was built in the year 334 of the Third Epoch. It is said that the clock dial is connected to the super artificial intelligence, Raphael’s, computing process, and as the final apocalypse approaches, the clock hands will gradually move towards 12 o’clock."

"Is there really an apocalypse?" Eleanor expressed her disbelief.

"There’s also a theory about the end of civilization," Nora casually ntioned, pointing to the church next to them, "Right next to the Giotto Bell is the Holy Mother Flowers Great Cathedral."

"Flowers Cathedral is involved in big data processing and analysis, and it’s also responsible for training, maintaining, and optimizing Raphael. It specifically has a ’Judgent Day’ team tasked with tracking changes in the Giotto Bell."

"Oh wow." Eleanor’s face was a portrait of "I don’t understand what you’re saying, but it sounds impressive."

"So, that church there?" She pointed to a huge building ahead. "It seems to be the tallest nearby building, right?"

"Ah, yes." Nora said. "That is St. Peter’s Cathedral, mainly studying nuclear energy engineering, generally forbidden for the common people to enter."

"It is said that before returning to Heaven, Christ handed over the golden key of Heaven to Saint Peter. This key is the power of ’the core’."

"Are you talking about ’nuclear energy engineering’ related to nuclear bombs?" Eleanor asked curiously.

"Nuclear bombs are just the most basic military application of nuclear energy," Nora replied, just as a team of the Pope’s Guards approached.

"Lord Aske, Lady Nora, Lady Eleanor," the captain of the guard saluted each one, "We have co by decree of the Holy Throne to welco you, and you will each proceed with our n."

"Proceed separately?" Aske noticed his peculiar phrasing. "Aren’t we going to see the Pope?"

"Only you are invited to see the Holy Throne," the guard captain said. "Lady Nora will et with the Valian Bishop, and Lady Eleanor will be received by Bishop Adelaide."

"Adelaide? Who’s that?" Eleanor was still puzzled when she heard Aske say, "All right, then we’ll each go our way and et up later at the Lysine Building."

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"So where are we going?" After parting ways with the two ladies, Aske was led by the Pope’s Guards to the secret subway beneath Ratlan Palace.

"The Holy Lord is not on the surface at this mont," the captain of the guard responded.

"Not on the surface?" Aske wondered if he had gone underground.

"We’ll take a subway express train next, heading to Holy Angel Castle," the captain answered.

Holy Angel Castle is both a base for the Angel Army and a drone airport, and it is also where Pope Innocent’s personal airship, "Holy One," is docked. That ans Innocent is most likely flying in the air right now.

The subway express rumbled along inside the tunnel. Aske, bored in his seat, watched the Pope’s Guards skillfully disassemble their arms to lubricate the chanical joints or help each other change batteries and the like.

These guards of the Pope were super-soldiers with over 90% of their bodies chanized. Only the cortical parts of their brains still retained the biochemical tissues of their original bodies, making them barely distinguishable from robots.

In the original ga world, since there was no mission instance called "Destruction of the Church Court," Aske had never clashed with the Pope’s Guards. However, he had heard from so bored professional players that these guards were not difficult to handle one-on-one. But in a complete team formation, battling them could be as challenging as facing a demigod.

Because you’d never know what kind of unheard-of black-tech weapons they would pull out from their arms, thighs, or abdons.

Nevertheless, Aske, being a mature professional player who had outgrown such petty interests, simply watched them finish their maintenance. Then they pulled out an Ethernet cable from beside the carriage and plugged it into the port on their temples.

And then they started surfing the internet, motionless.

Aske: ...........

Why am I suddenly feeling a bit envious?

About twenty minutes later, the subway express arrived at Holy Angel Castle, a military base located on the westernmost side of Solomon City, already in the outer suburbs.

It’s quite far from Lysine Building!

"Um, after I et with the Holy Throne, you’ll take back, right?" Aske suddenly asked.

"We’ll airdrop you back into the city area, Lord Aske," replied the captain of the guard.

Aske: ????

"Just kidding." The captain, whose body was 90% chanized, said expressionlessly. Even while making this dry joke, his voice lacked any inflection. "We’ll arrange for a plane to escort you and land at the rooftop airport of the Lysine Building."

With that said, the group that had just resurfaced, saw a jet helicopter slowly descending in front.

After boarding the helicopter, the aircraft ascended again and headed toward the airships in the sky.

The fleet of airships flying daily over Solomon City was called "Holy Sound." While the na sounded quite imposing, most of the ti, they just broadcasted advertisents, radio programs, ti signals, and weather forecasts.

However, what only a few wealthy Solomonites knew was that one of the airships did not broadcast advertisents but housed an airship restaurant. Custors could sit leisurely aboard the airship, enjoying fine dining while admiring the cityscape below.

By the ti Aske got aboard the airship, he found the entire airship restaurant had been reserved. Excess tables and chairs had been removed, leaving a large open space. A few synthetically created songstress perforrs, with graceful figures, were singing llifluously and dancing gracefully.

On a viewing platform with the best view, there was a dining table and two chairs.

The most powerful, old man of the Church Court... rather the entire world, Pope Innocent, was already seated in one of the chairs, motioning for him to sit opposite the table.

Aske smoothly pulled out the chair across and sat down, seeing Innocent pushing a nu his way, saying,

"I’ve pre-ordered so dishes, I hope you don’t mind."

"Of course not, Your Majesty," Aske replied with a smile, casually browsing the nu. He then picked up a glass filled with lemon water and took a sip. Just then, Innocent added,

"The food here is quite enjoyable. Next ti, you could bring your harem group here."

Pffft!

With the speed of lightning, Aske turned his head and spat the lemon water onto the ground beside him.