[Western Fantasy] Cardinal's Life Goal

The moon climbs to the top of the sky, and the stars are like water.But without them glowing and glowing, the holy capital at night is also lit by countless floating lights in the black embrace.

Even if Mengzhong is called the holy capital, it is not the world of nobles.There is no clear demarcation between the lower city and the upper city. For example, three streets away from the Grand Chemiye, this is the favorite place for ordinary people and disguised nobles to hang out.

Did Delin really fail to understand the minds of the high-ranking officials of Daqie Miye—or in their eyes, as long as they are believers with noble blood flowing, they will not become degenerates?As long as the students of Daqimiye walk a certain distance... those dirty things can squeeze into their hearts, and instigate them to do some bad things like demons.

Delin covered his face and walked around the crowd for a long time. After confirming that there were no followers, he left the bustling main road, away from night markets, restaurants, opera halls, pubs and other lively places.

The alley on the west side went south for nearly a hundred meters, and a dilapidated tavern suddenly appeared in the place where the hustle and bustle was hazy.

The door was open, the tavern was empty, and a solitary floating light illuminated the wooden interior of the room.The tables and chairs are neat and clean.But all of this was empty, except for the sound of Delin's leather boots hitting the ground, there was only a series of long and peaceful grunting faintly left.

——The man who was probably the owner of the shop stared at his messy blond hair, sleeping soundly on the table.A glass of low-quality wine was poured by the man's head, the strong and rough aroma hit his face, and the transparent wine fell from the edge of the table to the ground drop by drop.

The brows on Delin's face under the hood were slightly raised.He cleared his throat and asked, "The Flame Tavern?"

The snoring stopped suddenly, and the spoiled man raised his head and rubbed his eyes in a daze.He muttered softly: "What time is it? Did I oversleep again?"

It took him a while to sense the arrival of a new guest. "Guest?" The man blinked and smiled obsequiously, "Ah, I read that right, it's actually a guest—oh, what do you want? This is the Flame Tavern, you can call me Zhuo."

Delin said lightly: "The best wine."

Zhuo smiled and said Mimi: "Do you need brandy? It's a replica of the rhinestones that are loved by the nobles..."

Delin raised his eyes and glanced at him, emphatically saying: "It's best, don't drink bad wine."

"Sorry." Zhuo Mian said without changing his expression: "This shop only has bad wine."

"But I heard that there are girls, beasts, fine wine, and carnivals here." Delin adjusted his clothes, and an impeccable and elegant smile appeared on the corner of his mouth exposed outside the shadow of the hood: "I want to go in and be your temporary Just one member." He paused, and finally took out a dark envelope and handed it to Zhuo.

The envelope has been preserved very well, but the corners are still slightly worn.Zhuo's expression suddenly changed. He took the envelope and turned it over.

Strange patterns loomed under the light, probably several meshing gears of different sizes, with a dry skull in the center of the gears.Zhuo narrowed his eyes, and vaguely saw a strange color flickering in the right eye of the skeleton.

Zhuo glanced at Delin, and took the lead to drill under the table.De Lin also went around to the place where Zhuo Fangcai was standing, looking at the dark hole at the bottom of the table, thoughtful.After a while, the boy got in.

Below the tavern is a long corridor, with the flames of red candles dancing on both sides of the corridor.Zhuo led the way and threw the envelope back to Delin.He said with a half-smile: "This is the 'gear' pass under the glory of Oswald."

Delin didn't change his face: "Can't be used universally?"

"Of course." Zhuo said with a smile.At the same time, the road also came to an end, and the thick red-painted gate automatically opened to the outside.The hot wind mixed with screams, cheers, and roars of beasts blew from the other side of the door, almost blowing off Delin's hood.

Zhuo made a gesture of invitation: "Welcome to the Flame Tavern."

Sears stood in front of the huge crystal mirror and adjusted the mask.He wore that white robe all the time.

This is the Chemiere Cathedral, only eight blocks away from the Grand Chemiere, and it takes only ten minutes to take a carriage from the aristocratic Upper Town Road.

Sears smiled to himself, turned around and left the narrow room.

Chemiye Cathedral shares the fame of Oswald's Dragon's Lair, as the gods of the two religions once stood side by side and are now sleeping together.The majestic columns run through the top of the church, and are carved with lifelike Roland flowers, from the most humble wild Roland to the immortal Roland that connects to the dome. The marble floor is carefully cleaned by believers every day.The roof of the church is made of glass. In the morning, you can see the sunlight through the dome and print pictures of the Apocalypse on the ground. The floating lamps with crystal bases float in every corner of the church.

Sears walked through the magnificent corridor, blind to all the exquisite scenery.Every corner he turned, there were greetings from believers.He came to the very center of the top floor of Chemiye Cathedral, where there was a white door.

The young envoy straightened his appearance and pushed open the door.Behind the door is a dark fully enclosed room, a pure white world, with only one floating lamp.The air doesn't seem to be stale.

On the contrary, in the wind blowing in the room, there was a faint and peaceful smell.

An old man with silver hair reads a book in the dark.He took off his glasses and turned to Sears.

"Your Majesty the Pope...good night." Sears bowed to the ground. At this time, he was as devout as if he was facing a god, and all the external edges and corners were restrained.

The old man showed a gentle and kind smile: "Sears... Good boy, get up." He stood up, and the golden Pope's robe suddenly shone at this moment, as if it was studded with stars."Chemier is always on your side," the pope said.

"The most critical time has come - let's see if the wolf master who has survived seven games can survive this last moment!"

Above the underground venue is a giant crystal lamp driven by divine power. Bright light shines from every corner of the crystal surface, illuminating the muddy Colosseum like daytime.The host stood beside the arena, waving his hands excitedly.His voice, amplified by special instruments, echoed through the auditorium, prompting waves of cheers.

Delin and Zhuo sat down on the periphery of the auditorium.The glamorous girl looked over with a coquettish smile, but Delin tactfully avoided her.

"Do you want to try it?" Zhuo De stared at the figure fighting the giant beast in the arena, "One gold coin is enough to place a bet."

Delin didn't reply, he looked into the arena.A two-meter-tall demonic beast—a monster covered with scales and fangs that is as unknown as a god—is roaring upwards. Two meters in front of him, a tall and strong man wipes away the dust Blood clenched the giant blade in his hand.

In the next second, the evil beast rushed forward - the almost exhausted challenger was suppressed by the giant beast before he could resist.The cheers in the venue were like a huge wave, and Delin squinted his eyes, took out two gold coins, and threw them into the arms of the woman who was walking around and holding a box.A wooden sign fell into the boy's hand.

"Oh—you survived the wolf master?" Zhuo made an exaggerated and unbelievable expression, "He is dying."

Delin leaned back, closed his eyes and said indifferently: "The point of his knife is only a dozen centimeters away from the vital point of the demonic beast's abdomen."

As soon as the words fell, the evil beast suddenly let out a sharp neigh - a blunt blade pierced out from behind it, with pieces of internal organs on it.The challenger, code-named Wolf Master, struggled to get out from under the twitching body of the behemoth, panting violently while holding on to the ground.

"...Of course, he was also abolished." Delin finally said.

The host grabbed the man's trembling hand and waved it towards the sky.Waves of applause and cheers grew louder and louder.Delin was almost suffocated. He suppressed the desire to vomit and asked Zhuo who seemed to be immersed in the joy of the Colosseum beside him: "There are two ways to sell information...money or doing things. For information, how long do you need to survive here?" field?"

Zhuo looked back at him in surprise, and after a while he smiled wickedly: "Let's see what kind of information you need."