When the crowd saw the holy chalice in the Bishop of York's hand, they seemed to see a ray of hope. Pious smiles appeared on their faces.
In these years when war was widespread, the Vatican was their greatest source of spiritual comfort. Living on the edge between life and death, only God's guidance, as relayed by the Vatican, could relieve their fears and unease.
One might say that in the hearts of the citizens, the Vatican was equivalent to imperial authority.
At the Bishop of York's notice, everyone in the bar frantically scrambled to leave. They could not wait to distance themselves from the black witch.
In a moment, the entire bar was completely empty; only Ye Qingtang was left.
Large numbers of Vatican knights surrounded the bar. They held long spears and stood at the ready.
