[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

The swishing cold wind blew past her ears, and penetrated into Anya's dress through the gaps in the cloth.Anya was restlessly pinned under the arm of the archdeacon, but she didn't feel any discomfort in her body.The little goat, Jiali, ran behind them, bleating in grief as if she sensed her master's predicament.The poet didn't know where the courage came from. He shouted while running, hoping to get someone's help.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes sounded in the silent street, followed by a roar that sounded like a thunderbolt: "Stop, villain! Put this slut down!"

The bell ringer seemed to be petrified by the person who rushed out suddenly, and stopped in his tracks.The archdeacon lowered his head and quickened his pace, rushing forward regardless.The knight galloped forward, stopped him, snatched Anya with his hands, and put him across his saddle.

Anya came back to her senses, and hurriedly looked down at the horse.The bell ringer stood there at a loss, but the archdeacon held his hood tightly and quickly fled from the path.She glanced around again, and this team of knights was the imperial bodyguard, Captain Archer.Behind the man who rescued her were fifteen or sixteen archers, all armed with long swords.They came to check the curfew, and this happened to them.One of the main culprits has already slipped away, so there is no need to let the remaining goose goose go.

The archers surrounded Quasimodo and began to arrest him.The poor belfry monster roared like a beast, foaming at the mouth, and fiercely clawing and biting.Had this ugly face been seen in broad daylight, some would have been frightened and run away; but night has deprived him of his most terrible weapon.And his companion had already fled, and Anya's heart was as hard as a rock. Even if she knew that this person was related to the plot, she would definitely not save him at this time.

Seeing that Quasimodo was tied up, Anya showed no mercy, and instead looked at the young officer who rescued her.Even in the dim light, it can be seen that this man is a rare handsome man.Compared with the ugly Quasimodo, this man can be called handsome.Her eyes became affectionate, and her tone became gentle: "Can I have the honor to know who this hero who saved me is?"

In fact, Anya knew who he was without him answering.Leading such a group of people out on patrol, of course it was the captain Phoebus.As one of the people destined to be involved by fate, this person must also be the object of the system's attention... The most important thing is that she can vaguely feel that the system's attention is not only the protagonist but also the villain. There is a soft spot for candidates, and every time they will choose to appear among the handsome characters.In that case, isn't Phoebus the only person she needs to pay attention to?

The memory is too vague, she can't remember exactly what happened, and of course she can't tell who is the real protagonist.But Forbes's reputation is not bad, handsome, rich and powerful, the probability should be relatively high.

The handsome officer also looked at the Egyptian beauty in front of him in the dim light. Her long black hair looked a little messy during the struggle just now, but it did not damage the beauty of her master.Her voice was soft and sweet, and her eyes were full of affection, which made the captain's heart flutter.He straightened his body and replied: "Captain Phoebus de Châtopelle, I am at your service, my beauty!"

Anya smiled and said, "Thank you." She gave the captain a naughty look, and then, taking advantage of Captain Fubis' twirling of his burgundy mustache, she lightly jumped off the horse and took the lamb with her. He slipped briskly down the alley.

Phoebus watched her back, and tightened the belt that bound Quasimodo: "The pope's belly button! I'd rather detain that slut!"

"What can I do, Captain?" He was not the only one who felt as lost as he was. A guard said, "The oriole flew away, but the bat stayed behind!"

They escorted the still dishonest criminal away, and no one noticed. The poet who called for help for the girl in distress just now followed the place where the gypsy girl disappeared after looking at the movement around her.

"What can I do," he said to himself, "butter and bread, and nothing! For the moment it's just a matter of running around and trying to get my luck."

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Anya quickly walked away from the place just now, and began to think of ways to get Phoebus to take the bait.Given his family background, of course he has seen all kinds of women.Parisian nobles and even rich people are popular to keep mistresses, but as Esmeralda, let alone a mistress, it is very possible to be regarded as a wandering warbler.She had to get close to Phoebus until she was sure he was the one she was looking for.And Esmeralda is undoubtedly the heroine of this world. She still remembers that this girl's fate is very tragic, so none of the scumbags who made her fate miserable can be let go.

But... Are these four people all scumbags?Although Quasimodo looked terrifying, his eyes were not annoying; the archdeacon undoubtedly needed to be dealt with, and Phoebus was most likely the one who failed Esmeralda.The hero saving the beauty is likely to be remembered by the Egyptian girl... and the heaviest punishment for these two people will never be love, power, property and status. She will destroy whatever they care about.

But what about poets?This person is the most difficult one to determine.The key now is time. It would be great if Esmeralda could stay asleep in this body until she completes the task... At this time, she missed the past and met the soul of the other party in the dream. It will be easier to grasp the situation.Although she obtained her body and memory without any effort, Anya was not very happy.

After walking not far, before crossing a few streets and alleys, a black figure standing in front of her stopped Anya in her tracks.The black shadow turned to face her, and lifted his hood; it was indeed the archdeacon, Lord Frollo.He looked at Anya, his voice was very hoarse, like the sound of a whetstone being rubbed against a bluestone road: "It's really not easy to meet you, miss."

Anya was a little surprised, she didn't expect the other party to reveal her identity so easily.Doubts followed one after another.What did he mean by such plausible words?Is it to test her, or just to show her identity?Why did he dare to do this?Why did he take him away just now?Friend or foe? ...And what is the smell of rotting corpses on his body?

While she was thinking about it, the man continued, "You don't have to guess who I am, just follow my orders. I also know that you are not the Egyptian woman Esmeralda."

Anya raised her eyes and looked at him with a half-smile, neither saying yes nor no.Lamb Jiali restlessly arched her bare calf with her head, and the soft wool brought her some warmth.Soon she made a new decision, showing a surprised expression: "Who are you? Why did you stop me? I don't know you. Where did you know my name?"

"Come on! Put away your fake face. This appearance may be able to deceive an ordinary person, but it will never deceive me." The archdeacon sneered, the desire in his eyes still undisguised, looking up and down Anya, as if looking at a lamb to be slaughtered, "Are you Esmeralda?"

"No one can deny this now." Anya said ambiguously, "But who are you?"

"Who am I, you will know when you go back with me." The archdeacon approached her.

Anya quickly took a step back: "It's better for you to tell me what kind of person you are first. I lost my memory and don't recognize you. After I came to this world, the first thing I thought about was to complete the task. Isn't that why you took the risk? Make the illusion of robbing me?"

When she said this, Anya's heart couldn't help but jump nervously.If this person is really an enemy and not a friend, the chance of her being lucky enough to escape is less than one in ten thousand... She doesn't have any power in her hands, and the only hypnotism she can use can be useful to a vigilant alchemist?However, if this person is on her side...

The alchemist laughed: "That's right, you are very smart." His low and weird laughter made Anya's scalp tingle. "But I don't have any need to complete any tasks."

Anya subconsciously curled her fingers and clenched her fist: "So... is it because of the system?"