[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

Claude laughed out loud as if hearing something ridiculous.Anya frowned, not knowing what was ridiculous in her words: "Is my question funny, Archdeacon Frollo?"

The laughter stopped abruptly, and Claude looked at Anya with a stiff smile that hadn't been taken back.His eyes were full of hatred, as if Anya was something dirty that people could avoid, and his tone became fierce: "You have asked me this question more than once, and I have told you more than once Answer. You know how to guess the whole story of a matter, which is very good, Anya. But I didn't give you the right to ask me. Do you think that we are equal? ​​Big mistake!"

The emotion contained in that look was so terrifying that Anya couldn't help taking a step back.Faced with such an attitude, anyone would feel unhappy, but Anya couldn't show her unhappiness.That's right, even Claude himself said that Anya is the only person who can change his destiny, but now he needs Anya's help, but he still acts so tough... Anya still can't tell what it means to be harsh and insensitive Lord obviously dared to treat her like this because he had the courage to do so.

Regardless of whether Claude has other mysterious powers in his hands, Anya must not act rashly just because he can isolate the space.Although the death of the host was also caused by her last time, Benedetto can temporarily assume the identity of others without being discovered. What about Esmeralda?What's more, even the system disappeared this time, how would she find a new body to complete the task?The facts of the last time have proved that if the body dies during the mission, Anya will not travel to the next world.

Life is precious, and Anya cherishes every opportunity to be active.So she can't act rashly, at least until she has enough chips, she can't do that.

"If I don't go back with you, won't you tell me anything?" Anya asked softly, and then said, "But I'm different from you, why did Esmeralda appear in Notre Dame? A suitable reason. If maintaining the plot is not necessary, why are you obsessed with making Quasimodo fall in love with Esmeralda? And why did you teach Gringoire? You must have your own reasons for doing so, right? , Claude. I don't expect to know the answer to the question now, but you have to consider my situation."

Claude said sarcastically: "If you are sensible, you should surrender to me as soon as possible, instead of twittering and probing like a little girl. While giving the memory to the system, have you even lost your IQ? What a pity, a woman without a brain can do me no good."

Anya swallowed, and recorded his eyes and tone at the moment: "The transaction is always mutual, isn't it? Maybe, as you said, when I lost my memory, my mind also became stupid, but it doesn't mean I want to trust someone who is not sure if he is an ally. You have more power than me, and you seem to have no malice against me, but these superficial things are not enough to prove anything. I am willing to go to Notre Dame with you, For whatever reason, you must allow me to complete my task. This is not a conflict for you."

Claude approached Anya, his tone full of threats: "You are almost convincing me, Anya. But it doesn't take much effort for me to take you away."

"But you didn't take me away, and you don't seem to intend to be patient with me." Anya said without changing her face, her tone was still calm, "Isn't the reason why you did this because you can't tell me now the reason?"

"Very good." Claude lowered his voice, as if talking to himself, "This is different from what I thought. But things will never deviate from their established track. One day you will understand that power That's everything."

"I don't want to argue with you, but please give me some time, at least let me figure out who I should deal with this time." Anya bent her knees, her eyes were clear and sincere, "After that, I will never Against your arrangement, because I would really like to know the answers to those questions too, especially... about the system."

"In that case, I seem to have to trust you." Claude leaned forward and said.The closer he got, the more obvious the smell of rotting corpses was.Anya resisted the desire to frown and vomit, and said with a smile, "Aren't I trustworthy?"

Claude smiled inexplicably, turned and left here.

Anya couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly found the lamb beauty who was wandering around in a daze, and walked towards the slum.She urgently needed to see Gringoire now, and she needed to confirm something from the poet.

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"I must still be in a dream." Gringoire thought while lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling. "If it wasn't a dream, how could such a strange thing happen? I actually broke into a kingdom of beggars and thieves, and was almost executed by them. But at last the Egyptian girl Esmeralda rushed to save me. she killed me, and we became husband and wife. Alas! How could such a thing be true? She also asked me a lot about my teacher, Mr. Frollo, vicar of Notre-Dame. Could it be that she was actually An Egyptian witch, came to France to seek her fellows? This kind of thing is too strange, I'd better lie on the bed and sleep a little longer; even if the bed is as hard as a coffin, it seems that someone has thrown a handful of it under the mattress. Peas. But this fragrant smell seems to be the scent of a woman."

The hungry Gringoire, who was lying on the simple bed, seemed to hear the sound of the door lock turning.He seemed to hear the woman's light footsteps, the sound of the goat's hooves hitting the ground, and smell the aroma of food.However, since it was a dream, Esmeralda should come over and call his master, cut the hot bread with cheese and put it in his mouth.So he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the Egyptian girl to approach.

Anya didn't know what Gringoire was thinking, but from the dreamy smile on his face, he could sense that this person might not have woken up and realized his current situation.She put away the things she had just purchased, cut a few slices of steaming bread and put them on the plate, looked around, and approached the poet with a tambourine.Gringoire hadn't realized the crisis he was about to face. He stared blankly at the roof. Anya reached out to his ear with a tambourine, bent her fingers, and slammed on it: "Boom!"

The poet jumped up and sat on the hard lid of the box: "Oh! What's going on?"

"It's time for you to get up, Mr. Gringoire." Anya said expressionlessly.

Gringoire looked around with inexplicable expectations, as if he was looking for a magnificent palace, a gathering of maids and delicious food.His eyes quickly locked on the only small table in the room. On that simple table was an iron plate with several pieces of steaming hot semolina bread on it.This kind of rough food is probably difficult to enter the esophagus of a decent person, but for Gringoire, there is nothing more important than filling his stomach now-he has eaten worse things than this Woolen cloth!

He walked towards the table, but put an arm in front of him: "Are you hungry?"

"Of course!" said the poet, "except that I had something in my stomach last night; but that's no use, and my stomach is like a hell. I'm still hungry. Don't you intend to invite me to eat something? For breakfast?"

"It's already twelve o'clock, Gringoire." Anya put down her tambourine and walked to the table, sat on a chair and began to eat.Gringoire hurried over and sat down opposite her.But there was only one plate, and there seemed to be only so much bread.However, Anya didn't seem to notice Gringoire's hunger, taking one bite after another.Whenever a bite of bread disappeared in her mouth, Gringoire could not help rolling his throat.Really, this is simply torture to his body and mind!

"Aren't you going to look around, Mademoiselle Esmeralda?" said Gringoire at last, "there is a poor man here who is dying of hunger."

"I didn't intend to be a generous person. I invited someone over and over again." Anya wiped out a piece of bread and stuffed her stomach before she spoke.

Gringoire said with a bitter face: "Come on! I have seen how kind you are last night. Why don't you give me a piece of bread for this poor man? Anyway, we are still husband and wife now, even if we can't be husband and wife , can also be brothers and sisters."

Anya looked at him with a half-smile, and Gringoire continued: "Well then, what do you need me to do, even if it's asking me to help you find King Solomon's treasure, or sneak into hell to fetch you demons?" As long as I can do it, I will not refuse. Now, you can give me a bread mat to cushion my stomach, right? I can guarantee that you will feel that this payment is extremely worthwhile .”

Anya turned to him and sat up straight: "Do you know the vicar of Notre Dame?"

Claude lived in seclusion, and there was no one around him except Quasimodo. Even his own brother might not know him better.But since Claude once showed a different side of himself in front of Gringoire, would Gringoire know a little more?Right now, she doesn't have the original book to refer to, and she doesn't have a suitable intelligence network to use, so she can only attack from Gringoire's side.

"Hey! Didn't you ask a lot of questions about him yesterday? Speaking of understanding, I have been with him for a while, and I think it's not bad. Why, do you have any new questions?" Gringoire said, secretly surprised at the situation.

Anya raised her eyebrows, showing displeasure: "I can ask whoever I want, do you have any opinions?"

Gringoire immediately said: "No. But can you give me something to eat first? You know, there is no reason why there is nothing in my stomach."

"After you finish answering my question, you can eat as much as you want." Anya said, almost impatiently asking her own question: "Since you have had close contact with him, then you say, his How's your personality?"

The author has something to say:

ojz And why the more I write, the more I feel that the poet has the taste of a male protagonist... No, I have to move him away quickly == The problem of liking to write close to the water is really bad...

The part about siblings is what Gringoire himself said in the original book. Esmeralda is more fierce, dispelling the poet's illusions... But he is really good, and later he brought the Miracle Palace to attack Notre Dame, and to Esmeralda Melada is indeed quite sincere.I like him the most in the original book ╮(￣▽￣")╭It’s a pity that he is not the type to hold the heroine...