Fabio became even more nervous after hearing this. He was not stupid. The old man had actually made it clear that he needed a real holy weapon. As a warehouse administrator of the Holy See, he could almost be said to be the closest person in the world to holy tools. But that was a holy weapon after all. If he was discovered by the Holy See, even if he was not tied to a cross and burned to death, he would be discharged from his teaching position and sent to an Italian prison to spend the rest of his life. No matter how much money he had, it would be useless.

Fabio wiped his sweat and said tremblingly: "Sir, I think there is no scientific basis for this matter, so you don't have to take it too seriously."

Poor Fabio, he was tortured and incoherent. What scientific basis is he a clergy talking about? If the whole world followed the scientific basis, he would have been unemployed long ago.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Fabio, as a bishop, you may not be good to say such blasphemous words."

"Hmm? Oh no, I don't mean that. You have to know that holy tools are very rare, and they have records and strict security measures. I can't take them out for you." Well, this is the truth, Fabio was finally forced to tell them.

"Oh, Mr. Fabio, I am a decent businessman, and I never do things that are difficult for others." Biley still smiled kindly, but in his smile, almost everyone's weaknesses would be controlled by him.

"You see, some well-known holy artifacts are precious enough, and they even need to be exhibited from time to time. Of course, I would not and dare to ask you to take them out for me to admire these things, but those that are not so important or damaged. In the Middle Ages and even before the ages, miracles appeared much more frequently than they are now, and there were also many holy artifacts that were born. Are there not some less important defective products?"

After hearing this, Fabio's eyes lit up, and then he began to think carefully in his heart. As the head of the warehouse, even if he was incompetent, he would have more or less knowledge of the entire Vatican Museum. This old man probably said that there were fewer things. In that dark and ignorant era, real and fake holy tools were available every day. Everyone hoped to exchange some benefits from the church, just like the auspiciousness given to the emperor in ancient China, but the one here was cheaper, such as a piece of ragged linen, as long as there was a strange stain, it could be said to be the shroud of Jesus. Moreover, the church is not like the Chinese emperor, who refuses these so-called miracles. They completely treat this as propaganda and can't spend much money.

What a good propaganda strategy to make the legend of miracles spread in the world. However, what can you do? Even if you don’t know whether it is true or false, everything in the warehouse is recorded. If there is one missing, you will not be able to explain it. Moreover, I am a person who has seen the world, and I don’t know how much money this old man can afford and whether it is worth taking this risk. At this critical moment, Fabio was all thinking about himself, and he did not consider what role these things have on the church and God, but he can’t blame him. After all, God has never enlightened him, and there are precedents in this matter. Thinking about Judas, he is just selling some fake holy tools, and his heart is still kind, right?

Seeing Fabio, who was fighting against the heavens and man, Pilie helped him add a heavy weight to one side of the balance in his heart.

"1 million euros." Piret smiled and stretched out a finger.

"What, what did you say?" Fabio was stunned. He suspected that he had heard it wrong. A piece of rag was worth one million euros. He originally planned not to sell it for less than 100,000 euros, which was too unexpected to him.

As if he didn't understand what he meant, he stretched out two fingers again, "3 million."

Oh my God, Fabio held his hands tightly in front of his chest and leaned back tightly. He was afraid that he would lose this opportunity to approach heaven due to heart disease or high blood pressure. Even the cash he had handed in when he was managing the assets of the Holy See had never reached this number. The one who had filled his pockets was only 50,000,000, 3 million euros. Oh my God, he felt that the face of this old man was so similar to the face of God in his heart, especially the magical mouth, which was full of heavenly sounds.

"5 million, pay a 10% deposit first." Pi Lie's expression did not change at all, and he continued to stretch out his two fingers with a smile.

"Okay, no problem, sir, what do you want?" Fabio rushed up like crazy and held Pilie's hand. He didn't dare to let Pilie bid again. If the old man was impatient and went to find someone else, he would really not be able to make anything. 5 million euros. In this difficult time, I'm afraid that the old man could get a legal holy weapon when he went directly to the donation place. Maybe the Holy See would give him a free Mass.

"Haha, Mr. Fabio, do you mean to choose me?" Pilei pulled out his hand and asked pretending to be curious.

Fabio thought it seriously and said, "As long as it is a holy thing stored in the warehouse, I think I can help you think of a solution, but I hope you can get me a copy and replace it. I don't know if it's OK, so don't be too imitated, probably similar." Fabio has made up his mind to find a fake to pretend for a while, and then apply for retirement immediately. Then he went to South America to find a place to live incognito. 5 million euros is enough for his second half of his life.

Pierre pretended to think about it, nodded and said, "Okay, Mr. Fabio, I have to go back and think about it and see which holy tools are suitable for me. To be honest, I was just looking for some imitations of holy tools, but if I could get your help, it seems that I could be buried with the real holy tools. This is really wonderful."

"Oh, you are so polite. God is willing to call you to heaven to listen to His teachings, and it is not impossible to accept you as a disciple." Fabio made a great show of flattery, and he took out the compliments without any money.

"Sir, I don't know your name after saying it for so long."

"You can call me Belia."

"Okay, Mr. Belia, do you think it's good? I'll go back and copy a list of warehouses, and then you choose your favorite holy artifacts and make a copy of it, and then I'll help you achieve your wish."

"Okay, you can send it directly to Shengmeilia Hotel. I will open an account for you in the Swiss bank and deposit 500,000 euros. Is it OK?"

"There is no problem at all. You are so considerate. I will visit you tomorrow afternoon at the latest. You can have a good tour in Rome and leave the rest to me."

"Haha, OK, Mr. Fabio, happy cooperation."
Chapter completed!