[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Everything that happened tonight was so bizarre and ups and downs that Gringoire still thinks that he is in a dream; and the appearance of the Egyptian girl is the climax of the dream.He took a crock and dropped it to the ground.The crock was broken into four pieces.He followed the gypsy girl amid the feeble cheers of the Grand Duke of Egypt and the people, and finally sat in a warm room at a table so clean that it would be filled quickly, and beside him was a It looked like a particularly comfortable bed, and it was alone with a pretty girl.

Such an adventure was almost like a dream or magic, so Gringoire began to look around from time to time, as if looking for whether there would be a flame chariot pulled by two fire-breathing beasts appearing here.

Anya didn't need to guess much, she could tell what the poet was thinking from the trance expression.But she felt relieved, because in this era, or the authors of the "masterpieces", they would never describe their hero as this type of person, neither smart nor handsome, without noble family background and plumpness money bag.If she guessed right, that Phoebus was the subject of her attention.

The only formal chair in the room had been taken by Gringoire, and Anya could only sit on the edge of the bed.She looked at Gringoire who was staring at her in a trance with a smile on her face, and asked, "I think we need to get acquainted first before we can say the following. What's your name? Why did you come to the Kingdom of Black Talk?"

Gringoire's eyes lit up suddenly, and his tone was very earnest: "I am just a misguided traveler, and my name is Gringoire. My dear Esmeralda! I already know your name."

"Say it first, don't get me wrong, sir." Anya lowered her eyelids slightly, and raised her chin arrogantly, as if she didn't care about Gringoire's personal introduction. "If you regard me as an ordinary woman in this miracle palace, then you are very wrong. The reason why I rescued you is not really to enter into any marriage relationship with you, but just not wanting to see you in vain Just lose your life. If you want to get any power from me as a husband, then I advise you to give up as soon as possible."

"Why!" said Gringoire, feeling hot all over, and Anja's words did not cool his enthusiasm a little. "Don't I belong to you, pretty girl? Don't you belong to me too? "He stood up and approached Anya.Anya raised her eyebrows, and took out a dagger from under the mattress: "Do you want to taste it?"

"So, you are not willing to marry me?" The poet had no choice but to take a step back, his enthusiasm cooling down a bit.

"I've already said, I just didn't want to see you die in vain." Anya sneered.Although she once told the Count of Monte Cristo that if she wanted to use Haiidee's body, she had to be prepared to let Haiidee deal with a group of men... But in fact, how could Anya, who has always had nothing to worry about? Would you allow yourself to be in that situation?What she played with was emotion, and what she designed was fate, but she never thought of interfering with her body.One is because she herself cannot accept it; the other is because, no matter how long these bodies have been under her control, they are not hers after all, and she has no right to determine their ownership.

Threatened by the dagger in the cold light, the poet compromised: "Miss Esmeralda, let's compromise with each other! I am not I am not Xiaobao's clerk, I will not pick on you, and I will sue you for despising Mr. Governor swearing in Paris with a dagger in hand. I think you must know that a week ago Noel Lecrivan was fined ten Paris for carrying a dagger. Sol. Then again, this has nothing to do with me, so let me get to the point. I pledge my ascension to heaven, and I swear to you that I will never come near you without your permission and permission. But give I'll have dinner."

Anya was amused: "You are very good at talking, Gringoire. What is your full name?"

"Pierre," said the poet hastily, "I am Pierre, Mademoiselle Esmeralda. Will you call me that?"

"I think I'd better call you Gringoire." Anya said, suddenly had an idea. "You don't look like your average bum."

"I once studied under a vicar." Gringoire said, looking at her eagerly, "but will you find me some food first? I will have the strength to tell you stories when I am full. !"

By now, Anya was already very hungry.She went to another room and took out the cutlery and food.Esmeralda is not rich, and the money accumulated by dancing is not much.After Anya took over this body, she couldn't eat white bread, and it was so late, so there was no need to eat a big meal.She took out butter, brown bread, a few apples, and a pitcher of straw ale for a drink, and returned to the table.

Gringoire was so hungry that he began to eat voraciously.After his stomach stopped growling from hunger, he noticed Anya next to him.Anya ate gracefully, tore the bread into small pieces and put them in her mouth, occasionally handing a piece to Lamb Jiali.After noticing Gringoire's gaze, Anya sat upright and smiled teasingly: "Are you full?"

Gringoire was a little embarrassed: "The stomach can never be filled, it is like a bottomless pit. But thanks to your hospitality, I finally feel a little alive now."

"Tell me about your experience." Anya said, "How did you know a vicar?"

"It's a long story. I have no parents since I was a child, wandering around, relying on other people's handouts to live; I once wanted to find some serious jobs, but I tried all the jobs, but I couldn't find anything suitable. Some friends of mine persuaded me to join them as robbers and robbers, but I willingly became a poet and wrote rhymes. Then one day I was lucky enough to meet the archdeacon, Don C. Lord Lord Frollo..."

Anya frowned suddenly.When Gringoire mentioned the vicar just now, she had a vague premonition, why is this vicar really him?

"Tell me more about M. Frollot, M. Gringoire."

"What do you want to know about him? I have to say that you can't find a more boring person in this world. Even the sanctimonious hypocrite of the Bishop of Paris attracts more attention than him. I can teach your little one The goats imitated his behavior, and his water mills splashed water on anyone who passed the mill bridge."

"No, I want to know about Vicar Frollo." Anya frowned, staring at Gringoire, "Don't you want to tell?"

Under the coquettishness of the beauty, Gringoire succumbed."I don't know him very well either..." he said.

"From appearance to character, from behavior to dress, you can say what you know, the more detailed the better." Anya said.

"What kind of person can he be? A black-haired, young and strong man in his 30s, with a steady demeanor, but a faintly weird behavior, wearing his black robe all day long, studying those alchemy techniques. Knowledge It is rich and wonderful, and he is relentless when educating people, but he missed his own brother. You have never seen..." Gringoire was talking, and suddenly remembered something, and he let out a cry, " In fact, you've already seen him."

"I've seen it? Who is he?" Anya raised her eyebrows.Gringoire's description was quite detailed, and it was no different from the archdeacon she saw today.But the more this happened, the more she couldn't tell whether the vice-bishop hadn't changed the core from the beginning to the end, or did he come to this world recently for a mission?

Rational judgment tells Anya that the latter should be correct, because the smell of corpses on the vice-bishop's body cannot be smelled by Anya alone, and a rotting corpse cannot move for too long even if it uses alchemy as a maintenance ; but her intuition told her that Archdeacon Frollo was really the Archdeacon himself... Which one is correct?If it's the latter... Will there be any connection with the system?