The royal ball was still going on in the Ross restaurant in the uptown of Havenwright.
The forceful conversation between Benjamin and the red hair girl had not reached fifteen minutes yet.
"His Highness the Pope?" Benjamin was shocked as he heard what the girl said. After some thought, he continued his questioning, "Are you sure? Why is there an assassin going after His Highness the Pope?"
The girl nodded her head seriously and continued," I am very sure. This information was told by my aunt’s brother-in-law’s ex-girlfriend. Her father is a priest in the church and she inadvertently overheard from her father. It must be true."
"..."
Benjamin took a while to sort out the complicated chain of relations she mentioned.
Although it felt weird, he decided to believe this gossip girl’s information as she spoke with enthusiasm.
The Pope…
