quicksilver blood

Chapter 486 Choice
"Kasaka, I want to tell you a few things."

Guderian was obviously very satisfied with Kasaka's opinion, he nodded and suddenly became serious.

Seeing his cold and dark face, Kasaka felt a little relieved.

This is the supreme bishop he knows well.

And then, after hearing what Guderian said, Kasaka almost jumped up happily.

Guderian said slowly: "I know what you want to ask me when you come here—if you want to ask me whether I support your decision to be pope, I can only tell you that I support it."

"—However, you need to understand that His Majesty Roland is not easy to deal with. If you let him know your plan, I'm afraid you will become a prop for him to stand up."

"My lord supreme bishop, you must know that there is always a risk in everything."

Kasaka said unexpectedly calmly: "Soldiers will not flee the battlefield because of fear of death; priests will not succumb to the torture of heretics and change their beliefs. There are always things that require us to fight for our lives, don't we?"

Hearing this, Guderian was slightly taken aback, and the way he looked at Kasaka changed slightly.

"...you surprised me, Cardinal Kasaka."

Guderian looked at his colleague who was known for his greed in surprise: "I never knew that you have such a heart and courage."

"You are joking. You and I both know that this is far from courage."

Kasaka smiled self-deprecatingly: "Every private businessman has the consciousness of being hanged. If you want to seek the position of Pope, if you don't have any consciousness, even I can't get used to it."

"But it's not enough. As the pope, this awareness is not enough."

As if something had gradually faded from Guderian's face, his voice became colder, his expression stiff and serious, and a clearer silver-gray light flowed in his eyes.

But Kasaka was relieved to see such a familiar Guderian.

"Ah, by the way, enlightenment..." Kasaka said with a smile, a ambiguous look flashed in his eyes, "Awakening...of course it is enough."

"I didn't mean that."

Guderian shook his head again: "Let me tell you clearly—who do you think Bishop Osses voted for?"

"You mean—"

Hearing this, Kasaka's eyes widened.

"That's right, Kasaka."

Guderian looked at Kasaka, and there seemed to be something in his eyes: "Someone is targeting you. If you can't clear your team, then even if I support you, you will only lose."

After all, Guderian turned his head and left without hesitation.

His words were almost equivalent to telling Kasaka "I will vote for you".Although it was just verbal support, Kasaka did not have the slightest doubt about Guderian.

The reason why Guderian can gather so many people is because, like Sira, he made an oath to Tire, promising that he would never lie until his death.

Unlike Xi La, he spread the fact that he "can't lie" to the outside world, and almost everyone knew about it.Because of this, when he made promises to people, people never had the slightest doubt about his promise.

And so it is.All the promises made by Guderian have either been completed or are on the way to completion.He never broke his oath.

Kasaka understands that Guderian, who is also a cardinal, can do this is already the limit.

After all, they are still competitors in terms of identity, and Guderian is not Osses, he can't pinch the other party's neck and ask "Do you know who betrayed me?"

"Is this... a test?"

Kasaka muttered, slowly clenched his fists.Thinking dully.

If you can’t even find a traitor, you don’t need to be pope, why don’t you let everyone vote for me instead—that’s what Guderian meant.

However, what he didn't know was that after turning around, Guderian showed obvious mockery on his face.

"Stupid clown."

The corners of the silver-haired old man's mouth curled up slightly, and he silently made a mouth shape.There was a silver light in his eyes.

As if responding to his call, all the cardinals who saw him stopped their movements, silently drawing a cross on their chests to pay tribute to him.

There was a silver light in their eyes.

"Praise the teacher—"

The boy with the crow mask chuckled and appeared in front of Gervano again.

Unlike Hai Luo who could barely speak half a day ago, at this moment her face has completely lost all color.Dark red bloodstains spread from the neck to the cheeks and forehead, as if being brutally whipped by an invisible whip.

She opened her mouth, gasping for breath as if she couldn't get any oxygen, her whole body trembled to the point of convulsions, and cold sweat couldn't stop shedding.

"hateful!"

Gervano slammed the ground heavily, his skin was worn away by the gravel, the sand was embedded in his skin, and blood flowed out all at once.

Still a step too late.

Just a little short of--

He looked at the war refugees in the distance who were blocked and shouting on the road to Bansa, and then looked at Hailuo in his arms, showing a painful expression.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the defenders were gradually approaching.But the mob had already destroyed the fortifications, and even had a considerable advantage in the battle with the garrison army.

The frontier, which was hit by the flow of people, was precarious and about to collapse. Gervano bit his lip, looked at the group of ecstatic and screaming refugees, and hugged Hailuo tightly in his arms.

There may be only one chance to escape the scorched land of Karal, which is full of war and plague, and escape into Bantha.After that, it can be said that more defenders will be deployed here, and then martial law will be imposed.

However, Hai Luo's body does not support them to enter such a chaotic battlefield.The idea of ​​sneaking into Bantha and finding a priest to treat Hailuo's disease also went bankrupt.

Most of the refugee team had already squeezed into the blockade. At the front of the formation, there were even people who deftly bypassed the guards and rushed out.

"How are you, have you made a choice?"

At this moment, that annoying guy spoke again.

Gervano shot him a hard look.Almost bit his lip.

He could see very clearly.That crow's mouth just fell in love with Hailuo.

With his mystery, he is either a priest, a druid, or a terrible wizard.

If I hand over Hailuo to this mysterious person, maybe I can get his support to escape into Bansa.Then it is logical to stay away from the war in Karal.

After all, the Caral people and the Bansa people use the same language, and Gervano is confident that he can live well in Banza, at least better than in Caral.

However, he couldn't hand over Hailuo no matter what.

If he loses Hailuo, he really has nothing.

Thinking of this, Gervano clenched his fists tightly, blood dripping onto the ground.

He gritted his teeth and said word by word: "I...refuse—"

"Okay, okay, I won't tease you. This makes me look like a bad guy."

Duoduo spoke suddenly, and a buzzing voice interrupted him: "Speaking of which, you don't really think those idiots can escape, do you?"

Hearing this, Gervano was slightly taken aback.

At this time, the fire in the fort suddenly lit up.

In the flames, countless spears shining with metallic luster almost blinded his eyes.

"Speaking of which, you probably haven't actually seen the scene of a war, have you?"

Duoduo looked back at Gervano, with an inexplicable smile on his lips.

(End of this chapter)