[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

It was the mad pope's procession that marched noisily into the square with torches aloft.They started all the way from the Palace of Justice, and the team gradually grew.All the unemployed, vagabonds, and thieves in the streets of Paris joined in this kind of battle, as if they were cheering for this deed.When they arrived at the River Beach Square, the team looked extremely spectacular.It was the Egyptians who came first. The Grand Duke rode in front, and all kinds of people walked behind. Even the counts had to walk to hold the lamps.Obtaining a title in this group can make people laugh out loud.Earls or dukes, common people or beggars, all in rags, or in gorgeous but vulgar old clothes.Any janitor at any opera house would have dismissed it.After that is the kingdom of slang.This name is quite in line with the connotation of the group. All kinds of thieves are arranged according to the level of taste, four in a row, marching forward with different signs of their own rules.Most of them are handicapped, and they are involved in all walks of life, and they are of various religions, even if Homer is alive, it is difficult for him to win.The king of the kingdom of slang was very large and squatted in a small cart drawn by two large dogs.Behind is the Galilee Empire, with the emperor walking in front, charlatans leading the way, surrounded by officers, gangsters, and small clerks from the Audit Court.Standing in front were the little clerks of the Palace of Justice, dressed in black robes, holding a may tree decorated with paper flowers, playing music worthy of a witch's night party, and burning large Wraith candles.

In the middle of the crowd, the ministers of the Madmen's Guild carried a stretcher full of candles, on which sat the new Madman Pope with a crown and a staff, wearing a robe - his face was very clear under the light of the candles, that piece

Ugly, distorted, diabolically opposite to God's favorite face, a face that can hardly be called a human being but a face full of comical ugliness - that man, there is no doubt or temptation What, there is no need to inquire further, Anya can recognize it at a glance, that person must be Quasimodo!

In Anya's distant and vague memory, even in her deep-rooted impression, Quasimodo has always been synonymous with ugliness.The ugliness of his appearance was astonishing. Until now, Anya could not remember that among the people she had ever seen, Quasimodo was so deformed.After a moment of horror, Anya couldn't help approaching the parade, wanting to take a closer look at Quasimodo's hideous ugly face under the candlelight.

With lively advocacy music and bright candles, Quasimodo was carried all the way from the Palace of Justice to the River Beach Square, where he sat in a high position and was admired all the way. The feeling is really indescribable.Although those cheers and applause were sarcasm, no one with eyes would think it was a heartfelt compliment to himself, but for Quasimodo, such an occasion was the first time he had experienced in his life.He was filled with a vague and ramming wonder of joy, a complex mix of emotions that produced a radiant, heartfelt joy on his face.Those asymmetrical eyes, whose shape no one would want to stare at, glowed with a rare brilliance in a lifetime, but after all, the eyes were too small to be mistaken for the reflection of candlelight.

Anya frowned.The candlelight was too bright, and Quasimodo looked like a superficial ugly.To describe it in one sentence, it hurts the eyes to see too much.

But she always felt as if she had forgotten something crucial... It would be great if those memories could be retrieved from the system, so she wouldn't be like now who only knew vague information about the characters, lost the opportunity and was helpless.Who is the scumbag in this world?It can't be this ugly monster, right?

Just at this time, a sudden change happened.The archdeacon, who Anya thought had disappeared, suddenly broke out from the crowd, and snatched Quasimodo's golden wooden scepter as the symbol of the Mad Pope.Everyone was amazed to see the angry face illuminated by the candle.How dare this man, who had the audacity to disturb the Madman's Day parade, show such indignation in front of Quasimodo?Wasn't he afraid that Quasimodo would tear him up and eat him alive?

At this time, Anya heard another scream from the side: "Strange! Isn't this the second Hermes, my teacher, Don Claude Frollo, the archdeacon? What kind of tricks is he going to do to this ugly one-eyed monster?" ? The one-eyed dragon will eat him alive."

Anya glanced at him, and the young man seemed to sense it and looked this way.Now that Anya had confirmed that he was a character in the plot, she smiled at him, then ignored the stunned young man and continued to look at Quasimodo.

As if annoyed, Quasimodo uttered a terrifying cry.However, after he jumped off the stretcher, he knelt at the feet of the archdeacon, allowing the priest to tear off his papal crown, break his scepter, and tear his robe covered with gold leaf fragments.During the whole process, Quasimodo lowered his head and said nothing, but the archdeacon's face showed a helpless expression besides anger.

It's not right...it's just not right.Anya stared at the two of them closely, feeling more and more confused.She always felt that something was wrong...but what was wrong?Now she misses the original book given by the system. If there is the content of the original book, even without the memory of the owner of the body, she can quickly judge the situation and know whether it is an enemy or a friend.But now, based on her own temporary observation, it might be difficult to draw conclusions.She still doesn't know what's going on with Esmeralda herself, and whether she will wake up. The tighter the time budget, the better—but how can she get the complete information in such a tight time?

It would be great if we could meet face-to-face at close range... It's really hard to know anything from side-by-side.

The two have remained silent all the time, as if playing a charade, only each other knows each other's wishes.After the priest stopped, Quasimodo stood up.He ignored the "subordinates" and supporters who were determined to protect him, and followed the priest in silence.And the priests seemed to possess some terrifying courage suddenly, and no one dared to stop them for a while.People watched the two of them get into a small dark alley, and no one dared to risk following them.

The good show is over, and Anya doesn't plan to stay any longer.Anyway, she is now on the heroine's body, no matter what happens to these people, the fate line will eventually intertwine with her.In other words, she would trouble herself to find her, so why should she work so hard to find opportunities?

So she simply packed up her things, led the little lamb Jiali who was looking around, and embarked on the road back to the slums.

From time to time there were conversations in the closed shop and the open windows, but Anya soon noticed that several eyes were watching her.Her five senses or spiritual power are much stronger than ordinary people, and she can easily feel the gaze from the outside world, and that gaze full of desire seems to be like a light on her back, making Anya unbearable.She quickened her pace, leading the lamb forward, faster and faster.

But soon, Anya stopped in surprise and looked around.Several lines of sight disappeared, including the one that bothered her the most.Anya deliberately walked for a while, then turned around suddenly, and sure enough, she saw the stalker again... But that person seemed to be the one she met in the square, the poet in her memory?

Poets are always full of romantic fantasies, but they don't do anything violent.Anya became less vigilant and continued to walk forward.

She turns a corner.There is a statue of the Madonna on this street corner, with oil burning underneath, and the light is slightly diffused.Before Anya's vision had time to adapt to the darkness behind the light, a familiar gaze shot over, and an arm appeared at her waist!

Anya screamed suddenly, but a hand was quickly covering her mouth, trying to keep her from screaming.After such a long time, it was the first time she encountered someone who used violence against her. The feeling of panic suddenly spread from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't drive it away no matter how hard she tried.She struggled and kicked desperately, but to no avail.In a panic, Anya slammed her head into one of the men's chests, but she could smell the rotting corpse.

Anya was startled for a moment, and her movements slowed down.Then she heard a man's cry: "Come and save us, gentlemen of the patrol!"

Anya's entire face was covered by someone, hugged by the man who smelled like corpses, ran, and finally disappeared into the darkness.The bell ringer and the archdeacon... yes, it must be the two of them!

Anya calmed down, stopped struggling, and let that person take her somewhere.The person who hugged her was tall, and the parts she touched during the struggle just now were of the size of a normal man, which is enough to show that this person is the archdeacon.It was rumored that Archdeacon Frollo was obsessed with alchemy, but this man smelled like corpses... There must be something wrong with it!

And what about Quasimodo, the bell ringer?What is his identity!Anya trembled violently, her lips trembling.There must be something in it... there must be some secret... she must find out what it is!She must never be controlled by anything again!