[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Just as the scheduled route, in the evening of the second day, this mixed team of gypsies and Egyptians arrived outside Marseilles.

Gypsies are a very magical nation. They are very exclusive and are also strongly rejected by other nations and countries.They do not actually have a fixed religious belief, but have their own national philosophy.This group of gypsies wandering on the territory of France synthesized the local religion, claiming that their ancestors stole a nail during the crucifixion of Jesus, which gave Jesus time to resurrect.And because of this, God allows them to steal from non-Gypsies.

——God is the belief of most people on this continent. Jesus, also known as Christ, is said to be the Son of God.These are the news that Ace heard from the group of women—no way, he is obviously more popular with women than among men.But obviously the information they gave is incomplete. If you want to understand the religions of this world, and then explore some mysterious powers circulating in the local area, you still have to get their textbooks.

Ah, what's that called—the Bible?Or the Qur'an? …In short, it’s better to have a look. By the way, you can also compare it with Padiamon’s parchment to see if people in this continent need to rely on faith when using power.

It was in Provence that this group of gypsies met the Egyptians.This wandering people arrived in Paris in 1427, and they have been wandering in French territory for more than 50 years.Perhaps it was because they had been wandering for so long that they even forgot where their ancestors came from, and regarded themselves as descendants of the Egyptians, so when they met these Egyptian nobles who were driven away by the new regime, they would be so easy. accepted each other.

... All in all, this is a very unpopular team.

Unwelcome teams can only be stationed outside the city, fortunately they have long been used to this kind of life.The camp was set up in an orderly manner, and clusters of bonfires were lit in the outskirts.For the French, the exotic singing and tambourine gradually sounded, attracting the attention of curious Marseille people.

Daring sailors had drunk their way into the merry company, boasting loudly of what they had learned.While flipping through the parchments by the fire, Ace heard a voice not far away yelling: "...I've seen you, beautiful girl...you came here ten years ago, right?... ...well, that was 15 years ago? 20 years ago?"

The girls giggled and pretended not to understand what he said, still dancing around the fire.Hearing the sound getting closer, Ace lost interest in reading, stood up from the fire, and prepared to go back to the caravan.

The magic element in this world is not that active, and at night, the activity of the light element is greatly weakened... If it wasn't for saving magic power, he wouldn't choose such a noisy place to read.

Yet to others, he himself is a light in the darkness.Just when he stood up from the fire, he was spotted by the girls.Gypsy girl Susan waved to him happily: "Hi, Emerald!"

The sailor next to him was staggering around these beautiful girls, and looked in Ace's direction when he heard the sound.Just now seeing his handsome face reddened by the fire, she walked towards him like a ghost: "Hi, hi...beauty, what's your name?"

Before he could complete the task of striking up a conversation, Susan, who was smiling all of a sudden, suddenly changed her expression, and kicked a strong man to the side.After being kicked down, she still couldn't let go of her hatred. She went up and stomped on the important parts a few times, and said angrily while stomping: "Just because you still want to talk to Emerald?! I haven't said it yet!"

Ace: "..." He silently dissipated the light elements condensed in his hands, turned and walked to the other side.

"Wait a minute, Ace!" Susan yelled quickly, and ran up to him, blushing and full of apprehension, "That... my name is Susan, do you remember me? We used to wash together when we were young. After taking a bath..."

Ace: "..." Is this approach to chatting popular now? ?

"We performed together on the same stage when we were young..." A girl next to me whispered.Susan glared at her immediately, and said shyly in a blink of an eye: "I have liked you for a long time, can you go dancing with me?"

"Ace dances much better than you, stupid Susan who can fall down even if she turns around!" The girl next to her said unwittingly again.Susan was furious: "Fatuna!"

"I'm not wrong." The girl said calmly, showing a bright smile at Ace, "Emerald, I've liked you for a long time too, let's go dance!"

Ace: "...Thank you, no need."

While being an outstanding magician, he is also a qualified noble son, and of course trivial matters of dancing and socializing cannot trouble him.But the way the gypsies danced was too unrestrained and passionate, and the always dignified and elegant nobleman... felt a little uncomfortable.

"Come on! Come on!" A few more girls ran over, urging enthusiastically, "We want to see you dance, Esmeralda!"

"..." Hearing this address, Ace's face almost darkened again.He took a deep breath and told himself that he couldn't argue with these admirers, and then he showed a charming smile: "But, tonight I..."

"Go dance, little emerald." Paddy Amon appeared from nowhere, put his hands on Ace's shoulders, and said cheerfully, "Young people should dance more!"

With the approval of Master Ji, this group of passionate girls became even more unscrupulous.They gathered Ace to the center of the field, surrounded by the bonfire, and said in unison: "Esmeralda is here!"

Everyone who was dancing left the venue one after another, giving him the best position.Someone else thrust a tambourine into his hand and pushed him encouragingly.

The atmosphere in the arena was too strong, which made Ace, who had never been in contact with these things, feel a little infected.There seemed to be a mysterious power mobilized in his body, prompting him to move his feet... Maybe it was the consciousness left in the emerald that was at work, or maybe it came from the instinct of the body, in short, it seemed that he had to jump today.

Ace sighed slightly, and smiled at Susan next to him: "Lend me your hairband."

Under the girl's dazed gaze, he took away the ribbon from the other party's hair, tied up the half-length black hair, then took the tambourine and walked towards the field——

The toes slipped suddenly, and the drum beat suddenly sounded.The gypsies began to clap their hands rhythmically, and Ace saw Bashir by mistake. This young man, who usually had a gloomy look, was now obsessed with a tambourine, singing loudly while beating the head of the drum.

The song didn't contain any content, it seemed to be just a few meaningless words; however, it seemed to contain some kind of energy, which completely mobilized people's emotions.

The clapping and drumming gradually increased, and Ace raised his arms and began to spin.His footsteps hurriedly stepped on this piece of land, and the ground trembled slightly as if it had been resonated.The footsteps are like drumbeats, the drumbeats are like raindrops, the sleeves of the clothes are spun rapidly and the whole body is blown up, and the black hair tied with ribbons draws dazzling traces in the air...

The drum beat suddenly stopped, and the tempo of the applause also slowed down.Ace, who had just exercised strenuously, did not feel any fatigue strangely, but a new kind of strength rose from his chest.He stopped dancing, as if he had prepared for a long time, and at this moment the song that stretched his throat slipped out of his throat.

The original hustle and bustle gradually quieted down, and everyone stopped moving, quietly listening to the singing from the center of the campfire.No one can recognize which language it is, and no one has ever heard this tune... It seems that the sound of nature from another world faintly comes from the sky, but at the same time it stirs up waves in the heart lake, it also quietly disappeared.

——Only Ace himself knows what he's singing.

——This is the one he has only heard once... According to legend, it comes from the extinct sea people... the soul-requiem song.

The sudden intensity of emotion almost made it impossible for him to pronounce the lyrics.He never thought that his feelings for Maris would be so deep... He thought that for a magician, as long as there is magic, any predicament can be ignored-but now, he leaves for himself. I couldn't help but want to... I burst into tears...

Ace stopped singing suddenly, raised his arms and raised his head, and spun around quickly again.The drums sounded in unison in an instant, and Bashir sang another Egyptian ballad - the atmosphere became intense again, and the sadness that had been infected just now seemed to disappear without a trace, and enthusiastic smiles appeared on everyone's faces again , joined the ranks of dancing with great interest.

But Ace slowly withdrew from the crowd, exhaling the breath stagnant in his chest.After recovering from the heightened emotions, he regained his original insight.If it feels right, he seems to have felt a force completely different from magic in his body just now...

Maybe he should find time to study it.While thinking about it, Ace got his bearings and prepared to go back to the caravan.However, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, it was Bashir who was still holding a tambourine.

This young man is in a strange state now, even his dark skin can't hide the blush on his face.His forehead was even covered with dense sweat, which slid down his temples.

"Emerald……"

"Is something wrong?" Ace asked suspiciously, frowning.When he met Bashir last time, he wished he could look like he couldn't see him at all... Now, not only did he save the game, but he even ran over to talk to him?

"It's nothing." Bashir shook his head, took a deep breath, and stumbled, "You...you look good when you dance."

Ace: "...ah, thank you."

"You look good with your hair tied up." Bashir lowered his head again, and continued, "In short...you...you look good."

"..." Ace slapped a ball of light on his face without hesitation.

This heartless world where people fall in love at first sight everywhere! !

The angry Ace ignored the screams behind him, turned around and walked towards the caravan.But after a few steps, he stopped again and his expression became strange.

The flow of magic power is strange... this is... going to break through! ! ?