Troublesome Task

"Not me." Wolf Flute shook his head and moved aside. "Someone wants to see you."

Ye Qingxuan saw the old man with a lowered head among the various clergymen and nobles. Ye Qingxuan knew him.

Constantine?

After the sermon, the pope would give him the archbishop's red robe before everyone's eyes. At that time, he would be the most well-known cardinal of the Sacred City.

Why did he come to meet Ye Qingxuan at this time?

"Mr. Ye, there's a small problem," Constantine said directly. "Wolf Flute suggested you to me, thinking you would be able to help. Hopefully, you will."

"Help?" Ye Qingxuan was confused. "To be honest, I can help in many aspects with my skills but none of them are what a cardinal would be interested in."