Rise in the glory of the king system

Chapter 768 Trust
Then there was a terrible silence, her eyes glanced at the special envoy inadvertently, the knuckles of the hands clinging to the iron rod were so white that it was abnormal, and she didn't know how much effort he had exerted.It seems that... the sound of bones can be heard.

The air was filled with an invisible sense of oppression, which made Luna a little inexplicably out of breath.She wondered if she said something wrong, but after thinking that she was just telling the special envoy the truth, she breathed a sigh of relief and comforted the special envoy: "Hey, you. People will leave one day when they are alive, please forgive me. You Don't be sad, look ahead, at least we have to think about how to get out of here."

The special envoy had already returned to the corner and sat down, his head drooping dejectedly, and a few strands of hair fell from the high ponytail that was originally scrupulously tight.

After a long silence, the special envoy opened his chapped lips and said in a hoarse voice, "I remember that you wanted to kill me earlier? Why, the Pope's heartless favorite spoke these words to comfort me."

Luna, who was leaning against the wall with her eyes closed and sleeping lightly, frowned slightly when she heard the special envoy's words, feeling a little unhappy in her heart.

As the pope's daughter, she rarely comforted anyone, and whoever died had nothing to do with her.At that time, the Holy See lost more than half of its talents and rescued the young girl from the Blood King's Palace. She looked at the corpses of humans and blood races on the ground where the blood was flowing, and she didn't blink her eyes.

Even Deacon Bai, who stood by her side and watched her grow up, was cut to pieces by the vampires because of protecting her. When he fell down, his eyes were still looking at her, and his weak voice comforted her not to be afraid, and she didn't shed a single drop. tears.

That's what they should do.

Although comforting this special envoy is also because he is useful to me.But this man was not grateful at all.

"You are too much." Luna opened her mouth but did not open her eyes, "I wanted to kill you, but it was only before."

"I thought you were with them, but now it seems..."

Luna opened her eyes, her rosy eyes looked at the special envoy with deliberate pity, her cherry lips raised gloatingly.

"You're not in their trust either."

"Oh."

The envoy's calm and plain face made Luna feel uncomfortable inside. She snorted coquettishly, then turned over and lay down on the straw with her eyes closed, forcing herself to barely fall asleep in this cold and damp prison.

In the evening, it rained heavily outside, and the ferocious rain hit the edge of the vent on the cell wall at least eight meters above the ground.

The unshielded vents caused the menacing rain to splash wildly into the cell, and wet some of the straw on the ground.

The dimly lit candles on the prison walls had long since been blown out by the wind that foretold heavy rain.The envoy's bright eyes stood out in the darkness—he was not asleep.In the prison of the Holy See, there are not only human prisoners, but also many blood races who have been captured alive.

Vampires don't sleep.At night, the rustling sound of those vampires with their bloodshot eyes open while chanting some strange curses and hissing while scratching the wall with their sharp nails disturbed him and made him unable to fall asleep.

A few drops of cold rainwater splashed on the back of his hand, and the special envoy shrank into a corner, starting to complain about the environment of this dilapidated place.

It was the first time he had been locked up in such a bad environment since he was a child. No matter what mistakes he made before and his father locked him in a dark room to reflect, it was not as shabby as this one.

The footsteps, which were so soft as if they didn't exist, were covered by the sound of heavy rain, but the envoy, who was so clear-headed, still caught the sound.

He leaned forward, and a faint glow appeared in the darkness.

Going forward, the area of ​​the smear of yellow and smudged became wider and wider, and finally a young man in a white robe appeared and held an oil lamp.

"Father...?"

The special envoy moved forward with some uncertainty and saw the person coming.The coolness came, and the priest held a black umbrella in his other hand, and the hem and boots with gorgeous patterns embroidered with gold thread were quite wet from the rain—even though the priest was a slow-moving person.

"It's me." The priest said, his voice still as gentle as ever.

"Father, today I..." After confirming the identity of the visitor, the special envoy spoke anxiously, eager to tell the priest what happened today.

Although he had always acted like he didn't care much before, he still had doubts about Luna's words in his heart.He has always trusted the priest like a relative, so naturally he will tell the priest if he has any doubts or unhappiness.

"I know what you want to say."

The priest interrupted the special envoy, wondering if it was the special envoy's illusion, the priest's voice turned a little cold at this moment.

"Blessed by God, you were not buried in the Blood Palace with Van." The priest made the sign of the cross on his chest, his face still pale and weird under the faint yellow candlelight.

"I... don't quite understand what you mean."

The envoy was a little uneasy.

The priest didn't answer his doubts. He raised his hand and raised two slender fingers. The sound of suddenly frozen ice sounded in the air again: "Listen, you have two ways now. The first is to obey. Forget about Van Helsing, and serve the Holy See wholeheartedly. Second, to be executed after three days as a traitor."

"You mean... Van is dead? No! He's so strong, how could it be..." The special envoy shook his head and didn't want to believe the priest's words. He stared fixedly at the priest's face with no trace of warmth in his eyes, dreaming of the priest. Will he suddenly raise his lips and say with a smile that I lied to you in the next second?

Originally, when Luna told him, he didn't believe it too much, he just thought it was the charming lady who said it to make him happy.But... the priest has said so, and nine times out of ten it is true...

"A tautology."

The wind suddenly shook the candle flame in the oil lamp carried by the priest.Like the actor who is good at changing faces in the East, the priest's cold face became gentle again in a flash of flickering.

"This was originally his life, dedicated to the Holy See."

The priest leaned close to the special envoy, and what he said in his gentle voice was a knife that cut out the heart: "On that day, only the two of you arrived at the Blood Palace. Originally, because of your family's background, I didn't want you to be included in the burial with the child. , but since you insist on being on the same team with him, I can’t refuse.”

"Why are you doing this..." The heart seemed to be pierced deliberately by someone with a sharp weapon. The envoy's eyes were a little hot, and he clenched his fists tightly.

"Because he is a threat to me." The priest did not avoid answering, looking directly into the envoy's eyes and replied.

"No...you have raised him for so long, how could you bear it like this...why...?!"

"I really can't bear it, after all, that child trusts me so much." The priest made a distressed look, "But who let this chess piece hinder my next move?"

The candle that had been lingering on was finally extinguished, and the eyes were suddenly dark.

A child like you who grew up with a golden key in his mouth will not understand...

Mixed with the whistling wind and the ethereal voice that seemed to not exist, the special envoy faintly heard the priest sigh softly, and then the footsteps became farther and farther away.

The bathroom was filled with mist, and the warm water poured down from head to toe, sliding down the sharp chin, protruding Adam's apple, and slim waist to the floor and then into the drain.

The slender eyelashes were dripping with bean-sized water droplets drop by drop. The envoy lowered his head, closed his wet eyes, wiped off the water droplets around them with his arms, and turned off the button of the shower.

"It seems that I was wrong. They still take care of you."

After the priest left, another voice sounded in the dark air.

It was Luna, who had been awake when the priest arrived.

Like the envoy, she couldn't sleep peacefully amidst the nagging noise.

"Yes. But so what." The special envoy replied to Luna coldly.

He is now about to become a pawn of the Holy See.take into account?What's the use?Either waiting to die or being taken advantage of.

"So, your choice is to wait to die?" Luna asked.

"Otherwise? I don't want to be used by others. Being a special envoy to the Holy See is just my father's wish. I listen to those annoying and deceiving prayers every day. I originally thought that one day I would get bored and leave." The special envoy He went back to lie down again.

"So?" Luna tilted her head, and the words that came out of her lips hit the special envoy's heart without any bias.

"You still stay in the Holy See."

"Is it because of your friend? Do you have a deep relationship? Or are you unrequited love?"

"Haha~" Luna laughed, her cute ending rising.

The special envoy snorted, his nose was sore, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

"Are you just willing to wait for death? Don't you seize the opportunity to avenge him?" Luna tempted her.

"You don't live long, why do you talk so much." The envoy sneered.

Luna shook her head: "Maybe, I'm not you."

"Are you willing to become their pawn?"

So what about the chess pieces... Luna pursed her lips and smiled.In this materialistic and unfair world, isn't it just a huge chessboard?Zi is constantly out for the king, and the king just has to wait for the win.Everyone is a plaything of the Creator, including the Creator himself.

"However, don't forget. Although Zi can be controlled by the king, he can also make the king go out faster."

The special envoy opened his eyes, and the wall he was staring at in a trance was steaming in his mist-covered eyes.Not long after he came out of that dirty dungeon, during the three days that the priest gave him to think about, he Luna made a unanimous decision - to put aside the past grudges, forget about the previous unpleasantness and work for the Holy See.

But both of them are well aware of the reason, and they also have their own plans, and they both know in their hearts that it is just a relationship of mutual use.

The special envoy exhaled, grabbed the towel on the side and wiped his wet hair.

After a while, the guards of the Holy See brought new uniforms.

The sky was still oppressive, and a few crows flying above the gray sky flew "croaking" at the top of their lungs.

The air smells of moist rain.The rain still hasn't stopped, and the low rainwater is making ripples in the deep and shallow puddles.

A group of believers in black robes passed through the flowers quietly, but still disturbed the butterflies resting on the petals.

In front of him was the slightly concealed church door. The envoy hesitated for a moment, and pushed open the two heavy carved doors.

"?"

The man in the purple windbreaker sitting on the bench closest to the statue turned his head, his cobalt blue eyes looked warily at the visitor, and then closed the Bible in his hand.

"you……"

The special envoy's eyes widened in disbelief, and he quickened his pace and walked in front of the man.

"What are you doing here?"

Seeing him coming, the man stood up and took a few steps back.

"I..." The special envoy was a little excited and incoherent, moved closer to the man, and hugged him violently.

Probably a little dazed by being hugged suddenly, the man frowned and let him hold him at a loss.

"They...they all said you were dead."

After a long time, the special envoy spoke, his voice choked with sobs.

"You just died." The man was a little angry.

The envoy did not speak, his shoulders shook slightly, as if he was sobbing.

"You, why are you crying? It's not...you are a man, you..."

The man probably couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't organize words, so he patted him on the back.

"A tautology...?"

He tightened the arms holding the man a little more.

"Tautology?"

What are you in a daze for?
The familiar voice pulled him back to reality, and he suddenly came back to his senses, only to find that he was standing in front of the church gate without going in at all.

Suddenly, the church door opened.A group of Christian believers in black robes poured out of the church at a slow pace like flowing water, surrounded him, and then left.

He looked at the group of believers passing by him expressionlessly, thinking that Van Helsing seemed to believe in the same way as they did.

"Tautology?"

The man called him again.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the man standing at the highest point in the church.Pale light penetrates into the church through the floor-to-ceiling lancet windows and rose windows, and the colored glass reflects mottled shadows on the smooth floor.

"You are in a daze."

The person who closed the book was the priest. He stood at the highest point of the church. Next to him, under the huge cross, was a black coffin with an open lid.Under the priest, there were two groups of people standing on both sides of the red carpet. The men had a white rose on their chests, and the women had a white rose on their heads.

They are all looking at themselves.

He suddenly remembered that today was Van Helsing's funeral.

He looked into the crowd, and Luna was among them.She was wearing a pure black gothic dress today, her face makeup was very light, and her eyelids were slightly drooping.

She probably noticed that the special envoy was looking at her. She glanced back at the special envoy, moved a space to one side, and signaled the special envoy to stand beside her.

The special envoy twitched the corner of his mouth, approached the church and merged with those people.

After the priest finished the mass ceremony, the coffin lid was lifted and put on the black coffin.

"Do you want to see him for the last time?" the priest said.

The black coffin was carried up by four rather strong believers, and walked down the red carpet leading to the gate from the priest.

The envoy stared into the priest's face, trying to see him through, but in vain.He shook his head and watched those people pass by them.Then follow the crowd that started to flow out of the church.

The drizzle was falling in the air, together with the falling feathers of the angel watcher on the top of the church.

As if someone had written the script for him, he mechanically followed the crowd to the cemetery where countless blood hunters of the Holy See were buried. In the cemetery, the soil covered the black bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)