Ember Gun

Chapter 417: Pirate the country

  Chapter 417 Robbery

Everyone happily got along, sharing the sacrament and praising the gods. Hu Ao felt that he had been fully integrated into it. He had never felt so happy before, as if the pain and suffering he had suffered for so many years were all for the sake of this day.

  On this not special day, his **** finally gave him kindness.

   "That's right, this is the tune."

  Liya directs Hu Ao and teaches him to hum and sing the melody.

  Hu Ao really has no musical talent. He tried to sing boat songs with the sailors, but the guys warned himself that if he sang along, he would throw himself into the sea.

  Hu Ao was lost for a long time.

   "That's it."

   Liya talked and hummed.

This is an ancient, long forgotten melody, a melody without a name, but it is like magic. Although Liya sings very jerky, there is no famous performance to match it, but Hu Ao feels it inexplicably for some reason. When it was a little sacred, I couldn't help but admire it in my heart.

This melody even alarmed Hercules. He had been observing these people all the time. To be honest, Hercules could not find any useful information. If it weren't for the action involving this sect, just relying on Liya's Described, Hercules would feel that this sect is not so annoying.

  This is a pretty good sect. There is food and drink. Everyone likes family members. Thinking back to the decadent evangelical church, Hercules thinks that perhaps in the first days, the evangelical church should be like this.

  But...everything must have a price. Hercules does not believe that this orthodox church will not ask for nothing, but when you think about it, these people have no value at all. What price can they pay and what benefits are there.

  Just as he was thinking, a familiar melody sounded, Hercule slowly turned his head and looked at the girl aside.

"What song is this."

  Herk looks serious inside.

   "Holy... chant."

  Liya replied directly after seeing Hercule's serious look.

  "Song?"

  This is not a name, but a category. If you want to say that, Hercules can pull out a large book of chants from the church.

   "Probably, I don't know, anyway, this is what I learned from the cardinals."

  Liya replied, and she felt a little scared when she looked at Hercules.

  Herkeley probably also realized his problem, he sorted out his emotions, and then said.

   "Don't be afraid... It's just that a friend of mine knows this melody, and I am surprised to hear it here."

"Is that so?" Liya became lively again. "Then your friend should also be a believer of Orthodox Church. After all, this seems to be known only by the cardinals. I also learned it secretly...Wait, your friend is not also a cardinal. That level."

  Liya's eyes on Hercules suddenly changed. Hercules was too lazy to answer these questions, and he continued to ask.

  "You said the cardinal? Which cardinal did you learn this from."

  Liya fell silent for a moment, but Hercules was not ready to let the little girl off easily. He was expressionless and pressed the girl.

   "Okay, okay, don't tell anyone. I often volunteer here. Once I met a believer by chance and he was humming this song."

  In memory, the cardinal secretary walked forward facing the sun, humming an ancient melody.

"Actually, I don’t know if he is the cardinal. After all, he is a big man. How could I know him, but he is wearing a red robe... Isn’t that all said? The cardinal is the only one in red. So I think that person should also be the cardinal."

   Liya stuffed her mouth while talking.

   "Then what does he look like." Hercule asked next.

   "Like?"

Liya stopped, she thought for a while, and shook her head.

   "I didn't see him, because that guy is wearing a mask, a black mask."

  Speaking of this, Liya's expression has also changed slightly. Recalling the black mask, Liya felt that it might not be a mask, but a squirming darkness, as if facing the dark night.

   "Is this..."

  Helkley fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

  He heard the melody Li Ya hummed, the nameless chant.

It was also sung by another person, and that guy was named Lorenzo Holmos. Hercules still remembered the scene where he taught Lorenzo to remember the palace. This lunatic didn’t know that it was in his own dark What did he find in his memory, he awoke like an angry beast.

  After venting his anger, Lorenzo just slumped in the corner, his eyes were hollow, and he was singing this melody at that time.

   "I should leave, the communion is very good."

  Herkeley got up and said to Liya.

   "Huh? Is it so fast?"

  Liya tried to keep Hercules.

   "I will... come again, Orthodox Church is very good."

  Herkery comforted him, got up and left.

  Sure enough, the most reliable person is himself. You can find clues by wandering around like this, and you have to knock Lorenzo well on this.

Although he thought very happy in his heart, there was still a cloud under Hercule's eyes that could not be dispelled. This incident had something to do with Lorenzo's past. After so many experiences, Hercule knew very well that once this ghost Something has to do with Lorenzo’s ulterior past...

  Think about the ending of the Black Mountain Hospital. The big airship crashed on the ridge, and the aftermath caused by it has not been completely cleaned up by the scavengers.

  Herkley took a deep breath, he was considering whether to escape back to Inervig overnight.

  ...

  "Praise God, praise the Father, praise this beautiful world."

The priest continued to recite on the stage. He seemed to be fascinated, but it was not clear to everyone who was eating below whether he heard him or not. At least he did prove his piety to God, or those who were watching all of this. people.

  There is a concealed second-floor grandstand above the underground hall, but there is no light on it, and no one can distinguish it from the darkness.

  Curry was sitting on it, shrouded in darkness.

  He stared at the laughing crowd below, and each of them had a sincere smile on their faces, and prayed for the delicious food together.

  The pale face showed a scornful smile. Curry was like a shepherd, and those people were his flock.

   "Cory Ferre."

  A calm voice sounded from the darkness behind, and Currie turned around, only to see a person walking out of the darkness.

He was wearing a **** religious robe, and his face was concealed by a black mask. Observing in this dark environment, Currie could hardly recognize his mask. At first sight, he even had nothing under the red robe. People's illusion is as if some ghost lifted it up.

   "Master Lawrence, I can call you that, right?"

   Currie asked, facing this mysterious existence, he didn't have the slightest fear.

   "Yes, the name is not important."

  Lawrence's voice came from under the mask. He sat on the other side of Currie, his eyes cast to the crowd below.

   "So, is the time set?" Lawrence asked.

   "It has been notified to Cardinal Miguel."

"That's good."

  Speaking, Lawrence seemed to get up and leave, but he was stopped by Curry before he could even leave.

   "Wait a minute, Master Lawrence."

   Curry shouted, he looked straight at the silent mask and said slowly.

   "President Lawrence, once one of the cardinals of the Gospel Church, once the headmaster of the Demon Hunting Order, and the current choir headmaster."

   was still silent, and Curry felt the gaze from under the mask.

"No other meaning, just want to know about you. After all, I am really curious. What method did you use to make the king believe in you so much, and even said to speed up the process of all this, establish a choir, form an army, and Orthodox Ascended the throne..."

  Curry couldn't help but shook his head.

"It took me more than ten years to impress the king and make it happen, but your arrival is like pressing the accelerator key, one after another difficult things are completed, just a few months, do When it comes to my estimation, it may take several years to complete."

"What do you want to say?"

   Lawrence replied, perhaps because of the mask, his voice was dull, with an iron tone.

   "My whole life has been dedicated to Gallunaro, but now a stranger has broken into my home, how do I know if he will burn it all?"

  Curry’s voice is calm.

  Without any disguise, the atmosphere became solemn.

Staring at the gap between the masks, Currie knew very well that under the darkness were Lawrence’s pupils. The darkness trembled a little bit, like countless snakes entangled in it, scales rubbing against each other. , Sending out a terrifying rustle.

   "But these are not important, Lawrence, I want to thank you stranger instead."

  Curry smiled again, his expression elusive, like a poisonous snake with a cold head.

"Thank me?"

  Lawrence also did not understand this sudden change.

"Thank you for all this, Lawrence, if it were not for you, according to my plan, I would need to find a way to kill the king who was lying in the hospital bed, and then I would raise Cornel a little bit. That was a weak child. He will follow me."

  Curry stood up and walked into the darkness, took a bottle of wine from the wine rack, and poured a glass for himself and Lawrence.

"But it will take too long. It may be several years or decades, and there have been countless changes in the meantime. After all, those ministers have long looked upon me as displeased. They have lived so long and plunged into power. In the system.

  I haven’t been able to confront them head-on. After all, I am just a director of the Iron Law Bureau. Maybe I make a mistake and die in an assassination. "

  Curry pushed the glass toward Lawrence, and he drank to himself.

   "But I can live a long time, even though they want to kill me..."

  Curry thought of something and said with a mockery.

"I am a dog, a fierce dog, fierce enough to bite the owner, and the owner is also afraid of me, but there is no way. Other dogs will be scared to shrink their tails when they hear the enemy's roar. I will rush to bite their throats."

   "Interesting, I thought you were a passionate patriot."

  Lawrence did not touch the glass, but looked at Curry. He thought this guy became interesting, and he actually talked about subversion of the kingdom in front of him.

  This kind of thing can't be said nonsense, let alone that it comes from the mouth of the Secretary of the Iron Law Bureau, this is a terrible secret, and now Lawrence knows that he is very curious about what will happen next.

  "I am indeed a patriot. I love this land and this country, but as for whether it is you or the Garrell family who rules this country, I don't care. All I care about is this land and my purpose."

  Curry sat back in his place.

  Lawrence was stunned, and to be honest, after experiencing so many things, there were few things that could collide in his heart, but the ones in Curry just made him completely slow.

   "Are you... serious? Curry Ferrey."

   "I'm serious, do you think I'm like a joke?"

  Curry smiled, but then became serious.

   "So I want to know, Master Lawrence, what do you want? Wealth, power, or something else?"

"save the world."

   Lawrence replied.

   "Oh, is that so? Is Gallunalo also included in the scope of your salvation?"

  The conversation became more and more outrageous. Curry didn't question Lawrence's so-called "saving the world" at all. He seemed to completely believe in Lawrence.

   "Of course, for the survival of all mankind."

   "Then we do have a conversation if this is the case, what do you think? Master Lawrence."

Lawrence did not speak. After a long time, he slowly raised his hand, and then slowly took off his mask. Behind the mask was a young and white face, showing a kind of **** appeal as a whole. If it weren't for Currie to know Lawrence His identity, when people first saw him, they couldn’t even tell his gender.

   "Oh, I didn't expect Master Lawrence to be so young." Curry said calmly.

   "You don't look surprised."

  Lawrence put the mask on the table, maybe it's been too long since he took off the mask, he was a little uncomfortable.

   "I thought there would be another mask under the mask." Curry said.

  Lawrence smiled, implying a complicated answer.

   "It is indeed another mask."

   "So it seems that you are also ready to talk about this plan of stealing the country seriously?"

  Curry sat upright.

   "No, wait a minute, Currie, I'm very curious about you."

  Lawrence was not eager to continue the conversation. He looked at the guy in front of him with a little joy in his heart.

It’s been a long time since no one can give him this kind of feeling, that kind of mystery that is difficult to peek, if it’s not for Currie’s next conversation, Lawrence really wants to invade his [Gap] to see what this guy is in. Think of something.

   "Curious about what? The reaction is so flat? I just don't think it is important."

  Curry has been extremely calm since just now. He knew very well that at Lawrence's age, he could not be this young at all, and he had been wearing a mask probably to hide this from others.

  Think about it carefully, this is a very tempting ability, as if it can get eternal life, but Curry is not affected at all, and doesn't care about it.

"From the time you showed the technique called Secret Blood, I knew that nothing happened to you, I would not be surprised, let alone regaining youth," Currie said, "I also understand that it is The power of'miracle', and only that power can help me achieve my goal."

   "Then what do you want from me? Curry Ferret."

  Lawrence wanted to know what exactly the man in front of him wanted to do at all these costs?

  This is a transaction, a sudden transaction.

  Curry did not hesitate, as if this sentence had been rehearsed countless times in his heart.

  He replied.

   "Destroy the gospel church and kill all faith."

  (End of this chapter)

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