"Constantine, today I shall bestow the Lord's blessing upon you."
The pope raised the navy holy ribbon in his hands. It was a scarf-like accessory. It was embroidered with fine and detailed scriptures in gold thread. It was indescribably majestic, like the representation of all things holy. He placed the ribbon on Constantine's hands. "Be in awe. Your contributions and sacrifices are carved into the holy throne."
Thus, Constantine reverently lowered his head. He placed the ribbon around his shoulders and replied seriously, "I am beyond grateful to receive the Lord's grace."
Now, the ambassadors and nobles under the podium could not help but sigh. The Sacred City had a new cardinal with true power and the Revolutionaries probably would not give up.
More troubles were coming…
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Outside the crowd, Ye Qingxuan had been tense for so long for so reason. He finally let out a sigh of relief and relaxed. It seemed that Gaius truly had not come.