Sir, don't shoot! [Quick Transmigration]

In the darkness, shattered memories and images float around like flocks of silk, and even if you reach out to capture them, they will easily slip through your fingers.

Han Mo struggled in the darkness, sometimes sank deep, and sometimes floated to the far shore.

He ran forward desperately on the village road where he could not see his fingers. In front of him were wild smoke and weeds, and behind him were the soaring flames and flickering torches.

All meaning of existence was stripped away and buried in the fire, leaving only pain and hatred.No one reached out to him, no one could help him, he was doomed to linger in the dark all his life until he swallowed his last breath.

He tripped over a dry vine on the gravel slope and fell heavily to the ground.Anxiously wanting to get up quickly, his hands and feet didn't listen. Pain and heavy fatigue came from all parts of his body, pulling him down.He tried a few times, managed to stand up and moved a few steps, but finally couldn't support himself and fell back to the ground.

After losing all his strength, he curled up and sobbed.

'I'm tired. '

'Then have a good rest. '

'They'll catch up to me. '

'I'm here, you don't have to worry. '

A pair of arms supported his weight, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

The bumps of the horse's back came from under him, calm, slow, and reassuring.

Han Mo rubbed against the warm body, his tense muscles relaxed, like soaking in a hot water tank, his limbs and bones were about to melt, so comfortable that he didn't want to let go.This is a real hug, which cannot be compared with any bedding or constant temperature sleep cabin.

'Xie Yu, long time no see. ’ He murmured softly in his dream, not knowing what it was.

'Mission target Aibo.Albican, the current synchronization rate is 55%. 'S999 whispered in his mind.

Morani woke up in the early hours of the morning.

He was lying on a strange bed, the bed was clean and tidy, and the room was also cleaned very clean.There was no doubt that he slept in Abbott's bed.

The bed was not big, and most of the space was taken up by him.Aibo sleeps clothed next to him, with one arm under his head.

Although he deliberately kept his movements light and didn't make any noise, after waking up, just the sound of turning his head and turning over caused Aibo to open his eyes.

"woke up?"

In the dimly lit room, Aibo squinted his eyes, the corners of his mouth had a slight curvature, and his blond hair hung faintly on his shoulders.

"It's you again." Morani smiled wryly.Originally, he wanted to turn over and get out of bed, but after thinking about it, he had already slept all night, and it would be just hypocritical to put a distance away, so he simply fell back on the bed.

"You need to change your habit of picking up trash. Don't bring everyone home. I'm a wanted criminal. Don't you forget?"

"If I don't take you home, where else can you go?" Aibo stared at him with a half-smile, "Now you are not only a wanted criminal, but also a reward from the Assassin's Guild."

"That's right, thank you for your reminder." Morani complained dissatisfiedly, "Did you bring me back here just to mock me?"

"No. I just want to know why." Aibo smiled and said softly.

He reached under the pillow and took out an old piece of vellum, which was densely written with names, but most of them had been crossed out.Only three names, still legible in the dim light.

Pope Branmark.Ingvar.

Templar Abbott.Albican.

Cardinal Astor.Tiger.

Aibo's fingers slid across his name, rubbing repeatedly with his fingertips.

"If your assassination target is me, you have more chances to attack me. Why haven't you done it all this time?"

Morani held his breath, staring at the vellum that he always carried with him.The piece of paper was pinched between Ai Bo's fingers, as if his heart and lungs had been dug out and spread out in his hands, making him dare not even take a breath.

"You missed the chance to assassinate me in vain, plus Bishop Astor, counting back and forth, you did not hesitate to be expelled from the guild, and you gave up the assassination mission twice in a row, all of which are related to me." Aibo frowned and stared at the piece of paper As if he wanted to dig out the secrets hidden in his heart. "Tell me, what is this for?"

Morani was speechless.He felt that the facts were so obvious that they couldn't be more obvious, but the other party insisted on forcing him to tell the whole story.

He must be forced to admit his weakness.

He half propped up his body, showing a defensive posture, like a cat with bristling fur, and asked back, "What about you? Why did you help me? You gave up the chance to arrest me, and even helped me escape. Even now, you don't seem to have any intention of arresting me. What is this for?"

Under his questioning, Ai Bo remained silent.

They stared at each other, tit for tat, each waiting for the other to surrender first, to admit the fact that they were both embarrassed to say it.

In the deadlocked silence, Morani grinned and raised his chin provocatively: "You dare not."

"You dare not tell me the reason why you did it. Because you are afraid that if you say it, everything will become irreparable. You may be charged with malpractice, you will lose the title of Templar, you You will be banished from the papacy, and worst of all, you risk being burned at the stake once you admit what your heart truly desires."

"You are afraid of losing everything, so you dare not admit it. But as for me, I have nothing. People who have nothing can be fearless."

"So listen up, Abo Albican. I can't do it, I can't kill you, because I'm infatuated with you."

As soon as he finished his last word, Ai Bo pinched his chin, and sealed his eloquent mouth with his lips.

Morani closed her eyes and turned her head to meet the hungry kiss.They opened their mouths to lick, kiss and bite each other, like travelers in the desert thirsting for the hard-won spring water, the scorching breath intertwined, and the transparent body fluid dripped along the tip of the tongue and the corners of the lips.

The pulsation of the heart and the impact of blood flow are like thunder and roar.

It seems that there is nothing more worthy of savoring in the world than this.

"Is this your answer?" After the kiss was over, Morani asked out of breath. "You know, if I can, I'd rather hear it from you."

"Really?" Ai Bo helplessly kissed the tip of his nose and pressed against his forehead, "I thought after all this, even if I didn't say it, you would know it all. But since you want to hear it, Mo Lan Nee Black, I'm infatuated with you too. And it turns out that even if the thought is a sin, I still can't help myself."

"Then don't control it." Morani whispered, and kissed each other again.

There is no time to stand still.Because they have been procrastinating and suppressing for too long, they are not willing to waste even a second at this time.

He fumbled and pulled Ai Bo's shirt, short boots, trousers, belt, scabbard, gloves, all thrown to the ground.The naked skin kisses, the touch and temperature are so real that it makes people palpitate.

Abbott took Morani's ankle and spread his legs apart.This time Morani didn't resist at all, he stretched out his arms to hug him tightly, let Aibo kiss his forehead lightly, and then slowly sent himself into his body.

The sweet sobs echoed in the room for a long time.

until dawn.

……

The morning light shone through the window, brightening the whole room.Han Mo was lazily wrapped in the blanket, his whole body was sore and limp, and he didn't even bother to move his fingertips.

A system prompt sound effect came from the ear.

S999: "Mission target Aibo Albican, the current synchronization rate is 80%."

"Isn't it? It's only 80% of the synchronization rate after all the exhaustion?" Han Mo curled his lips dissatisfied, "You judge for me, is Aibo a scumbag! Does Xie Yu have a scumbag in his bones? Potential!"

S999: "If you're seriously asking for my opinion, in all fairness, 80% synchronization rate is already very high, and it's not much more than a normal couple who are in love with each other. Moreover, from my observation, you seemed to be enjoying it just now. "

Han Mo: "Who said it, who enjoyed it!?"

S999: "I made a judgment based on your expression and physiological reaction. If you don't believe me, you can check the audio and video records."

Han Mo: "..."

S999: "If you don't want to read it now, you can save it until Xie Yu regains consciousness, and then call up the audio and video to study together."

Han Mo: "Don't do it. Whatever you say is what you say. I'm afraid of you."

Han Mo blocked the sound effects of the system and turned over on the not-so-spacious bed.Feeling the palm of my hand against another warm and thick chest, the hand resting on my waist tightened tightly, pulling him closer to my arms.

Regardless of whether he really enjoys the process of physical union, at least at this time, he enjoys Aibo's company.

Traveling alone in a different time and space to the present, this is one of the few moments when he can relax his guard.

Although Ai Bo and Xie Yu's personalities are not [-]% similar, he can still catch Xie Yu's shadow from Ai Bo, and just because of that part of the similarity, he can feel very at ease.

This rare sense of stability even made him no longer care about the ambiguity and intimacy of their posture.All of this is just a necessary process to achieve the goal of the mission. I believe Xie Yu can understand it after he regains consciousness.

He just needs a short break, just a morning, that's all.

At this time in normal times, Ai Bo had already dressed up and headed to the Holy See to start a day's work.But today is his day off.

When Morani turned over earlier, he was already fully awake, but it was rare that he didn't get up immediately, but hugged the person in his arms and closed his eyes to rest for a while.

.The quilt slid down to his waist, revealing his naked upper body. His figure was strong and his texture was clear. The light and shadow projected and portrayed the imaginative lines of his chest and abdomen muscles.

Morani's hand was originally on his chest, but now it slid down a bit.

"Don't make trouble." Aibo felt his touch, closed his eyes and stopped in a muffled voice.

That hand didn't intend to be obedient, and slid all the way down the waist and abdomen to the lower abdomen, forcing Aibo to reach out and grab Morani's wrist.Only after this grasping did he realize that Morani had closed his eyes, was breathing evenly and smoothly, and had fallen asleep again.I don't know if it's because I'm tired, or because I'm temporarily lethargic.

Aibo couldn't help laughing, and pulled his hand to his lips and kissed it.

The time is quiet and good, the best is that.

When Morani woke up again, the bed beside her was already empty.He stretched himself, and found that he had put on a clean linen blouse, the cut of which was a little loose on him, obviously it was Aibo's own clothes.

There was a knocking sound of the door bolt from the back of the room. Aibo had just returned from the backyard and patted the ashes on his hands at the back door.

"Where's the suit I was wearing?" Morani asked, rubbing his eyes.

"That dress? You tore it up, didn't you? To be honest, I think it's a pity." Aibo's tone was flat, but the words he said firmly hit Morani's sore spot.

"I'm not talking about the skirt, I'm talking about the men's suit." Morani covered his face, wishing to knock Aibo into amnesia with a blunt object.

"The one that was stripped from that hapless ghost?" Aibo raised his eyebrows.

"That's right," Morani nodded with his eyes wide open, "Didn't you wash it?"

"Other men's clothes? How is that possible." Ai Bo sneered, and raised his chin in the direction of the backyard. "I took it and burned it."

"..." I don't know if it was an illusion, but Morani felt as if he smelled a strong sense of hostility.

Aibo added in a pretentious way: "Leave that suit here, if it is found, it will become evidence that you attacked the other party."

"Oh……"

"Aren't you reluctant?" Aibo approached the edge of the bed, leaning on the edge of the bed with one hand, looking down at Morani.

"That's not enough." Morani smiled intriguingly, pulled up the collar of the blouse on his body, brought it to his nose and took a few deep breaths, "Just burn that suit, I think this one is more suitable I."

"You bastard." There was finally a trace of a smile in Aibo's tone.He stroked his forehead and turned his face slightly, looking a little embarrassed.

Assassin Morani may not have any impression of this expression, but Han Mo is very familiar with this expression.

With a thought, he held Aibo's hand hanging by his side.

Ai Bo clasped his five fingers with his backhand, and the blond hair and handsome outline looked extremely soft under the morning light that poured in through the window.

"What are your plans for the future?" Aibo asked.

"Well, that depends on how you plan to treat me." Morani tilted his head, pretending to be thinking seriously.

"That's a difficult question, how do you like to be treated?"

"As long as it's not a dungeon or a stake, I think I can get by."

Ai Bo twitched the corner of his mouth, and finally couldn't help stretching out his hand to rub the messy hair on the top of Morani's head.

"If you can settle down for a while, I believe that the arrest warrants in the city will soon be overshadowed by other news, and the imperial guards will forget you sooner or later. Before that, at least you can move freely in this house .If you need anything, just open your mouth and tell me."

"Really? If possible, I hope to serve some light beer with dinner every day." Morani licked his lips with a cute face.

"Understood, is there anything else?"

"I prefer oatmeal with fruit stew and no milk."

"Oh? This is a bit difficult." Aibo pursed his lips when he heard the word "fruit". "However, I think it's a feasible way to change the taste once in a while."

"Besides that," Moraney said, "I need a lot of company time, or I'll be bored."

Abbot nods thoughtfully, looking like a little boy who has finally got a pet he loves but isn't quite sure how to take care of it.

"After the arrest warrant is lifted, you can find a good job in the city. The kind that doesn't violate the dogma." He said hesitantly, with faint expectations.

Although Morani is an assassin, in order to carry out the assassination mission, he has to learn a lot of extra skills.So in any case, it shouldn't be hard for him to have a decent job.

Maybe he can be a good mage, or a healer.The Master's Institute is just two blocks away, and it takes less than a quarter of an hour to walk from Aibo's residence.

"Have you ever heard of the northern forest?" Morani asked suddenly. "Crossing the northern border of the kingdom, there is a black forest in which a large number of monsters nest and occupy. Once ordinary travelers get lost in it, it is difficult to survive, but highly skilled adventurers can cross the border and reach the forest. The paradise beyond."

"I've heard the legend." Aibo whispered.

"So have you ever considered becoming a part of the Adventurers?"

Aibo fell silent and did not speak.After a while, he pulled out a few chain pendants from around his neck.

The pendants on the chain symbolize his identities as a Templar Knight and a Guard of the Holy See, and another symbolizes the title conferred by the Pope.Once they leave the kingdom, these pendants and the status, status, and honor they symbolize must be given up.

The pendant was made of pure gold, and reflected the dazzling light, stinging Morani's eyes.

"...Just go through the forest and reach another country," he bit his lip, and continued with difficulty, "Just go through the forest and reach another country, where you don't have to worry about the person who lives with you being a criminal, and you don't have to worry about it. Paying a terrible price for being infatuated with a man, just get out of here—"

Halfway through Morani's words, he felt a soft touch on his lips.

Abbot bent down and kissed him softly, a kiss as sweet as any before, yet both of them tasted bitterness from the sweetness.

S999: 'Mission target Aibo.Albican, the current synchronization rate is 85%. '

Han Mo: 'He's shaking. '

S999: 'Yes, he is caught in a dilemma, and he is struggling very much.This is also the reason why the synchronization rate has increased. Only when there are gains and losses and sacrifices can the depth of feelings be highlighted.It is the same reason to know how to cherish after losing. '

No wonder the age-old problem of "Who will you save when your mother and I fell into the water" is still often talked about by couples in love.

Han Mo: "If Aibo is finally willing to make sacrifices for me, will he be able to achieve a 100% synchronization rate?" '

S999: 'Yes, your relationship is just short of this final test.Whether he is willing to give up the priesthood of the Holy See for you is the key. '

Han Mo: 'If this is the case, in my opinion, there are currently two directions of operation. '

S999: 'According to the calculation of the system, there are really two feasible solutions at present. '

Han Mo: "Let me guess, one is the long-term love, every day in bed to persuade him to drop everything and go on a trip with me, right?"It's just that this method takes too long, and there is no guarantee that something will happen in the middle. '

S999: 'Yes. '

Han Mo: 'The second direction is to put pressure on Aibo.Through conflict, force him to make a choice. '

When a person faces a situation where he must urgently make a choice, his sincerity can often be glimpsed from his first reaction under strong pressure.

'I've carried these memories alone for so long, now it's time for him to know the truth about everything. '

……

Since that day, Morani and Abbott haven't talked about the future.

Aibo kept his promise, and spent time with Morani as much as possible outside of work to meet his requirements.But one day out of every five days, he had to go to the Holy See to watch the night, leaving Morani alone at home for a whole night.

The outermost part of the Holy See is a large garden square, which is also the place where ceremonies are held on important festivals. The colorful and rare flowers are carefully laid out in geometric shapes, which at first glance look like a whole piece of luxurious woven carpet.

Further inside is the meeting place of the cardinal, and the towering spire symbolizes the praise of the Lord God.On sunny days, there are always flocks of white pigeons circling among them.

The center of the Holy See is the residence of the Pope. Unless there is an identification token from the Royal City Guard or the Holy See Guards, it is absolutely impossible to enter.

This most central area is exactly where Aibo is in charge of guarding.

There are sentry posts at every important entrance, necessary passage, and corner of the corridor. The closer to the Pope's residence, the denser the sentry posts, and even set up several hidden posts and scouting circles.

Abbot patrolled between the verandah and the watchtower, making sure that all the guards were indeed doing their duty.

This tight defense mechanism is theoretically foolproof.But he still has to be on guard at all times to deal with emergencies that may arise at any time.

When dawn is approaching, there will be a rotation of guards at night sentries.

Aibo looked at the sky outside from the observation deck, showing a fish-belly paleness.After a whole night of vigilance, despite his extraordinary physical strength, there was also an imperceptible trace of fatigue on his face at this time.In his dim vision, a few gossamer-like floating lights flashed, gradually becoming denser.

He looked down and saw the sparse pedestrians on the street running away one after another.The first rain since the beginning of summer is falling, and the rainy season is coming.

Amidst the sound of rain, he saw a signal appearing on another watchtower.

That means that the investigative circle was triggered, that is to say, there were intruders inside the Holy See.

Aibo got off the watchtower at a very fast speed, and followed the empty bridge to the place where the magic circle was triggered.

A strange and ominous premonition passed through his heart.

A shadow flickered in the corner of his eye, I don't know if it was his illusion.

When he arrived at the scene, the guards at the nearby guard post had automatically assembled, waiting to report to him.

"Did you catch anyone?" Aibo stopped and asked immediately.

"No." The guard closest to him shook his head. "As soon as the investigative circle fluctuated, this guy ran away, and we didn't have time to catch up."

Clearly, the intruders were resourceful and cunning.As soon as I found something wrong, I immediately turned around and didn't make any more nostalgia.

This kind of incident is actually not uncommon.There are always some assassins who are overwhelmed, trying to challenge the heavy defenses of the Holy See, or intending to spy on the subordinates of the guards.The guards under Aibo all had expressions of surprise.

"Have you seen the other person's face?" Ai Bo asked, his tone was rare irritability.

"No."

"Okay, don't forget to turn in the report tomorrow."

"Yes."

Compared with the guards who had to worry about the report, Abbot seemed more distraught.

When the sky was bright and the duty time was over, he left the Holy See as quickly as possible without looking back.

Standing at the door of his house, he was worried that when he opened the door, he would find that the room was empty.

When he stepped into the room and found Morani sleeping peacefully on his bed, he was almost relieved.

"You're back." Startled by the sound of the door opening, Morani turned over and muttered sleepily.

Aibo walked into the room, took off his sword and soft armor, and threw them on the table.

"You don't look very happy, what happened?" Morani asked while lying on the bed, staring at him.

"It's nothing, it's just...it's raining." Aibo shook his head.

"Really?" Morani straightened up and sat up on the bed.

Aibo walked towards him, hugged him tightly, and gently stroked his cheek and hair.

"It's raining heavily. You just woke up, so you shouldn't be able to get in the rain. But why is your hair wet?"

Morani didn't speak, and let Aibo hug him tightly.

A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, and a thunderclap resounded over the entire royal city.

Time seemed to stand still.

Then, Morani stretched out the Hidden Blade at an unexpected speed, pointing directly at the side of Aibo's neck.

But Ai Bo had been prepared for a long time, and his speed was faster than him. He immediately restrained his wrist, and took advantage of the situation to firmly suppress his whole body on the bed.

"Are you the intruder this morning?" Aibo's voice tightened, perhaps because he was exerting force on his hands. "Why? You are no longer an assassin. The guild does not recognize you and will not assign targets to you. Why do you insist on being an enemy of the Holy See?"

"All the missions... are for the employer," Morani gasped and resisted at the same time, but his strength became weaker and weaker. "There is only one mission, the only mission, for myself..."

"Your target is the Pope?" Aibo lowered his voice.

"Branmark Ingvar. He does not deserve to be called Pope by you."

Morani almost yelled out the name, his eyes brightened with hatred.

"You all respect him as the spokesperson of the Lord God. He controls the beliefs of the entire kingdom. You respect him, admire him, and believe that he is selfless, kind and holy. But I know his true face! Branmark Ingvar, he is at best Just a butcher!"

Memories swept in like a storm outside the window.

Morani will always remember that night when he and his mother were awakened from sleep.The villagers beat on the wooden door of their residence violently, broke the wooden bolts and forced their way into the house. Regardless of their mother's cries, they dragged her out of the bed in a bundle and pushed her out of the door.

Morani stumbled after the crowd, but no one responded to him. He was too young to pose a threat or have any other value.

From the conversations of the villagers, he knew that the reason why they took his mother away was because a priest passed through the village on his journey and suspected that his mother was a pagan witch.

The reason is simply because they are of alien origin, they are foreigners who have just moved here.

The priest's name was Branmark.Ingvar, whose name is celebrated.

Under his command, a cross was quickly erected in the open space of the village, and firewood and hay were piled up at the mother's feet until they covered her calf.Morani vaguely knew what was going to happen next, but he couldn't believe it, and didn't dare to think about it.

He looked at the onlookers and those holding firewood.He really wanted to step forward to stop those people, but he was too scared, like a prey stared at by a beast, the blood in his whole body was about to freeze, so he could only stand still and dare not move, allowing the people around him to push back and forth.

Mother looked up from the stake and saw Morani engulfed in the crowd.

She opened her mouth and mouthed repeatedly.

What she said was: 'Run. '

'Run. '

Morani couldn't think about it. His mother told him to run away, but he should have stopped all of this. He should have the ability to prevent terrible things from happening.

Suddenly, the noisy voice quieted down.

He saw the priest, wearing a clean robe, double-breasted and buttoned neatly.

As soon as the priest appeared, everyone automatically made way for him.He was like the legendary saint who parted the sea, holding a torch in his hand and holding a boy about the same age as Morani in the other.

The boy had pale blond hair that glistened in the firelight.

The priest leaned down and whispered something in the boy's ear.The boy shook his head and took a few steps back, but was pulled back by the hand again.

The priest thrust the torch into the boy's hand, took his wrist, and pushed him forward.

'Don't be afraid, you have to know that everything you do is for the glory of the Lord God. '

'You have washed the heathen from their sins, you have freed them from their sins. '

'Go ahead, Abbott, and do as I say. '

'May the Lord God bless you. '

The air in the room was stuffy, but cold sweat dripped from Aibo's forehead.

"What did he do to you?" he hissed. "What did the Pope do to you?"

Morani stopped struggling a long time ago, his eyes were wide open, and tears flowed silently.

"Straumann's Village..."

Countless scenes flashed in his mind, like a nightmare that lasted his entire life, and he tried his best to organize the sentences, but finally he could only spit out a place name.

Just one place name is enough.

"Are you a resident there?" Aibo held his breath, disbelief written all over his face.

"I am a foreigner, me and my mother."

The touch of the torch in his hand is still clear, even with the long handle, he can still feel the heat of the flame, and he feels fear in his heart.

He didn't have the courage to ignite the haystack under the stake, and a voice in his heart told him that he should resist, and it would be best to extinguish the torch.But Mr Branmark held his hand.Mr. Branmark adopted him, raised him, and taught him everything, including the truth of this world.

The moment the torch was about to ignite the straw, he began to struggle, trying to retreat, but he couldn't break free after all.The priest took his hand and lit the firewood in front of him.

As soon as the firewood splashed with kerosene came into contact with the flames, it burned like crazy. In just a few seconds, the flames covered the woman's whole body.

The shrill scream pierced through his eardrums, and until many years later, it still echoed in his mind every moment.

'Save my son—'

Hearing this call, he turned his head suddenly.

'She has a son? '

'Yes, she has a boy who is equally guilty.But don't you worry, dear Abbott, the boy ran off into the woods, he was too young to live long in the woods, and he didn't need our trouble. '

He bit his lip and didn't ask any questions, but he was still puzzled.

Mr. Branmark told him that his mother fell ill and died because the Lord God took her.Although he prayed nonstop every night, asking the Lord God to bring his mother back, this wish was never fulfilled.

Now that they've taken someone else's mother, will that boy be as helpless as he is?

Does he also pray every night and cry in his sleep?

Will he be well cared for, or, as Mr Branmark said, will he die soon in the woods?

"You are that boy." Ai Bo choked his voice, fixedly looking at Morani, "You are her son."

"You all know that you were there at that time?" Morani shook his head slowly, with a heartbreaking expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, really," Aibo loosened his grip on Morani, as if losing all his strength in an instant.

He finally understood the meaning of the names repeatedly circled on the assassination list, and he was finally able to understand Morani's persistence.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"I'm sorry, but Mr Branmark, he has..."

The ethereal bells sounded from far away.

One sound after another, hitting the eardrum and vibrating the heartstrings.

It was a death knell expressing condolences, and it rang through the city without end.Weeping began to be heard from far and near.

After months of lingering illness, Pope Branmark.Ingvar finally died.

Mo Lani's expression was blank for a while, dead silent, as if the death knell was tolling for him.

After a long time, he finally stretched out his hand to cover his eyes, and wept uncontrollably in another man's arms.

……

After the Pope's death, Cardinal Astor was elected as the new Pope by other bishops within a few days.

When the new pope took office, a grand celebration was held, accompanied by a parade of honor guards, so that the residents of the entire royal city could see the dignity of Pope Astor.

Aibo shouldered the heavy responsibility of protecting the pope's safety, so he was naturally also in the parade.

He rode a war horse and followed behind the slow-moving carriage, step by step.On the balconies of buildings on both sides of the street, white petals were constantly scattered, symbolizing the holiness of the Pope.Laughter and laughter can be heard everywhere, and the excitement of this event is no less than that of a grand ball.

But in the face of the hustle and bustle around him, Ai Bo remained calm.His mind was still on Morani.

On the morning of the Pope's death, the young Assassin left his residence alone and disappeared into the pouring rain.

The only reason why he stayed in this city, or in other words, the reason why he still stayed in this country, was Pope Branmark.

Now that the Pope is dead, the object of his vengeance no longer exists.He has no reason to stay any longer.

Ai Bo once wanted to stop him, but what position does he have to prevent the other party from leaving?Morani has suffered so much, if the only thing that can make him feel better is to let him go, let him go free, then Abbott can only do so without hesitation.

Aibo couldn't forget the way Morani cried.

The spring of tears seemed to be unable to be wiped clean, as if to drain all the tears from the past to the present at once.The always nimble and vigorous figure looks extremely fragile and can be knocked down easily, so it can only be touched carefully.

How much pain and grievance did he bear?If possible, even if it's just to share one or two for him, it's better than watching him suffer.

But this is the end of the matter. Strictly speaking, Aibo is even a part of the perpetrators.

Is there still a chance between the two of them?

The petals sprinkled by the residents covered Aibo's shoulders, and he didn't care about it at all.

The parade was mighty and mighty, gradually approaching the clock tower.The bell tower building was nearly burned down by two assassins, but after that, a new building was quickly built again, and the appearance was not much different from the original.

Aibo looked up at the top of the clock tower, subconsciously trying to search for a familiar figure, and then lowered his head to laugh at himself.

Morani once said that he wanted to go through the northern forest and leave this country.Considering his experience, if he hadn't had the goal of assassinating the Pope, he would not have stayed in this city for a second at all.

At this moment, he should have embarked on a journey, on his way to the north.

A heavy loss pulled his heart down.Aibo frowned, closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, trying to dispel the lingering, suffocating feeling.

When he opened his eyes, a few petals fell on the back of his hand holding the rein.

Mixed in the holy white is a touch of red as bright as blood.

Red roses represent love.

He froze for a moment, then looked up.The balconies on both sides were crowded with people, and among the endless bouquets and ribbons were joyful faces, but there was no one like the one he was looking for.