[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

After temporarily forming an alliance, Anya breathed a sigh of relief.She couldn't see the reason for the lust in the eyes of the archdeacon, and how much she needed her help. What she said before was largely a risk.But it turns out that she was right.In the future, if she cooperates well, she might not be able to protect herself, or simply... use Claude's power to expel the system.

Anya is not a person who believes in hunches.She herself knows the means of hypnosis, and of course knows that the subconscious mind can be created through hypnosis, just like what the system once did to her.But this time is different from the past, she thinks from the bottom of her heart what should be done and what should not be done, just as she now feels as if she has seen Claude somewhere before, and Claude did Really know her... After expelling the system, if possible, she must retrieve her past memories.

Now that a consensus was reached, Claude didn't say any more nonsense, and went straight ahead to lead the way and walked to the place where the crowd gathered: "Last time you told me that you lost your memory?"

"That's right, because of the 'system'." Anya didn't hide much, "I feel as if I had fought it to the death before losing all my memories."

"Is it still in your body now? How much ability do you have left?"

"Since it came to this world, it has disappeared. I guess it may still be hidden in a corner of my soul." As Anya said, a vague idea suddenly appeared—the system was not afraid of overcoming Lord just fell asleep, right? "In terms of ability, the only thing left is traveling through the world and hypnosis... When the 'system' was there, whenever I went to a world, it would provide an 'original book', the content was as detailed as if the words were originally written by me. The most impressive thing is the same.”

Claude sneered disdainfully: "It seems that it has been seriously injured, and now it can only use those little tricks."

"In the case of my amnesia, having the help of that kind of trick is more effective." Anya couldn't help but said.If she had the original book in hand, she wouldn't need to waste time and painstakingly collect information and judge who really needed attention.

"I don't understand why you have such an urgent concept of time, Anya." Claude stopped in his tracks and sneered, "Give you the original book, and give you a body, a goal and a mission, then you are still changing fate Wouldn't it be better to be controlled by the system obediently? This is not some so-called 'strategy game', but a real world!"

Anya didn't expect him to say such a thing suddenly, she was stunned for a moment, and just about to refute, she heard Claude say in a seductive tone: "You don't need any guidance from the original book at all, because as long as you have enough strength , you will become the god of this world. You are a person who can change fate, which is an extremely great power in itself, don't you want to try to grasp the taste of other people's fate?"

"You're right, but I don't think so." Anya raised her eyebrows and said, "I don't want to control other people's fate, just like I don't want to occupy other people's bodies. As you said, I It is entirely possible to change the fate of others unconsciously, because in these pre-determined worlds, perhaps, as you said, only I have this ability. But the body I occupy does not really belong to Me, the fate I experienced with their identities is not mine. I have lost my memory, and I don’t know what my past was like, but I understand my mission.”

"Sounding." Claude sneered, and greed rekindled in his eyes, "I want to take off your moral coat, it looks too obtrusive."

Anya's hair was terrified, and a sense of crisis emerged spontaneously.She squeezed the sweat in her palms, pretending to be calm and said: "If you can do it, then come and try."

Claude stopped talking and looked forward.Anya secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and followed his gaze.

They were among the crowd. I don't know what method Claude used. The crowd and them were separated by a very clever gap, but no one noticed anything wrong.In front of them is a cubic stone tablet, about one foot high, hollow inside, with rough stone steps leading directly to the top platform. On the platform, there is a round of oak plank turntable, and a winch is hidden underneath, pushing the wood connected to it. The wheel shaft and the turntable can be turned, so that people in every corner can see the face of the prisoner.And now the person who is tied to the turntable has an ugly face and a deformed body, kneeling on the turntable full of misery - he is Quasimodo!

Anya was a little surprised, and then remembered that Quasimodo was the accomplice of Claude who was captured yesterday, the mad pope in the carnival parade yesterday.And he seems to have another identity, is Claude's adopted son?

Quasimodo's upper body was ripped off, revealing his ugly hunchback, chicken breasts, callused and hairy shoulders, prompting wild laughter.The executioner came onto the stage with a whip, rolled up his sleeves, and made preparations.At this moment a cry rang out: "Gentlemen and ladies, come and see! Here is about to whip my brother Monsieur Joza's bell ringer Quasimodo, a monster of oriental architecture, imperiously, Behold his back is a dome, and his feet crooked pillars!"

The crowd laughed and the executioner began to execute.The slender thong whipped Quasimodo's body, and the pain he had never experienced made him curl up and dodge around, but it was of no avail.Anya frowned and looked away, absent-mindedly trying to find a topic: "The person who spoke just now is your brother?"

"His name is John." There was a trace of tenderness on Claude's face, which made Anya startled.Fortunately, soon, he withdrew the expression on his face again, showing that stiff face again. "I didn't have time to teach him, and let him learn from a group of classmates."

Anya frowned slightly, but quickly let go.John was a teenager, and Claude said he didn't have much time to teach him... There are two meanings to this statement.If it is understood that John's character was already finalized when Claude took over the body, then unless Claude had a problem with his sexual orientation, how could he treat a man with a bad personality and not particularly pleasing appearance in a short period of time? Hi boys have feelings?Not to mention that he knew Anya before... But Claude's desire for Esmeralda's body is real, and Anya can be sure of this.

Then the remaining layer of meaning is intriguing... Could it be that 'Don Claude Frollo' has always been the person in front of her from the very beginning of her birth in this world?Then what is he...

A few thoughts flashed through Anya's mind, and she quickly made up her mind not to speak.But Claude spoke at this time: "After today, I will arrange for you to come to Notre Dame as soon as possible. And the first thing I need you to do now is to feed him this can of water."

Anya turned her head and was surprised to find a kettle in Claude's hand.She took the kettle subconsciously, and it took her two seconds to realize what was happening. She couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise: "What? Who is it for?"

"Feed him, Quasimodo." Claude said, raising his hand and putting on the hood, as if he was going to endure the bright sunlight, "Don't spill a single drop, feed him everything drink."

The weight of the kettle is a bit heavy, and after shaking it, you can still hear the sound of viscous liquid hitting the inner tank... There is absolutely no clear water in it.She looked at Claude hesitantly: "This is..."

"Don't worry, I won't pour poison into it." Claude sneered, raising his hand to separate the crowd, "Hurry up."

After he finished speaking, the invisible barrier that had been protecting Anya just now seemed to disappear suddenly, and the crowd squeezed towards this side unconsciously.An Ya turned her head and stared at his back angrily, then looked up at the stage again.In such a situation, anyone will ask what is in it!Claude's size is too small...

Quasimodo on the stage seemed to have just seen Claude's figure, and a different brilliance suddenly appeared on his face.When the turntable turned to Anya's side, she clearly saw the ugly smile on the hunchback's face, but this smile made people feel indescribably tolerant, gentle and affectionate...

Anya turned her head almost subconsciously, stood on tiptoe and tried to see Claude's figure from the crowd.After she clearly saw Claude stop and glanced at the stage, she turned and left mercilessly.Then, Quasimodo's expression seemed to become ugly with his departure. Although the corners of his mouth were still raised, it seemed to be filled with infinite bitterness and disappointment.

Does this hunchback have feelings?His affection for his adoptive father is so deep?Perhaps for such an ugly person, it would be extremely lucky to find someone who tolerates him, accepts him, and is willing to spend time with him day and night.He was brought up by Claude and has almost never interacted with the outside world. It is normal for him to care about Claude so much.

Anya couldn't help sighing, but who made him look so ugly?Even if you don't judge people by their appearance, anyone will find it unbearable to see Quasimodo's ugly appearance.Beautiful people are always treated preferentially, but ugly people are always treated unfairly.Quasimodo's appearance... She suddenly felt that the archdeacon could bear Quasimodo's eye-stricken appearance and raised him for more than ten years until he grew up, which is already a rare good person.Quasimodo should worship and trust him so much.

The whipping at the roulette was still going on, the people shouted and cursed, and stoned the poor victim.An hour and a half passed in the blink of an eye. At this moment, the bell ringer, who was kneeling on the roulette and smiling sadly, suddenly struggled desperately, and shouted in a hoarse and strange voice: "Water!"