[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

The "Bible" is not important, and religious organizations are not important. For Ace, God only needs to have two attributes-the first is a god with a wide range of beliefs, and the second is a symbol of light.

Just look at the group of gods in the Holy See of Light. Human nature is to be light-oriented, and light always symbolizes beautiful things. No matter what kind of god system it is in, there will always be such a god of light.From the Egyptians and Gypsies, he verified his point of view-Egypt has Ra as the sun god, and the religion that the French believe in is to classify light and justice into one faction, and darkness and evil into another faction.If Ace has to become a Frenchman one day, the power of the light system will obviously bring him great benefits.

Francis has not yet come to his senses, and while touching the wooden car shaft, he muttered: "Holy Virgin Mary, is this real? Or am I just dreaming? Is this really François de Should Brother Paul and his pupils Alfred Constantine, Georges Dupenard, and Sir Francis de Chappey die? . . . "

Ace: "...are you a jazz?"

"Ah, yes, to be precise, he is a future earl." Francis looked at him in a trance, and couldn't help but rub the shaft of the car again: "God bless, what kind of luck did I go..."

It's jazz... Ace moped his jaw.Although in the Principality of Egypt, titles are not new at all, and a person who is pulled over casually may be a baron, but this kind of title that is not recognized at all is of course incomparable to a serious title... However, a person with a title is Can it be hunted down casually?

There must be something inside this, and it probably has something to do with the person lying in the car now.Ace's mental power slowly swept across the interior of the carriage, he reached out and shook his hand in front of Francis, and said, "Your name is Francis? His name is Alfred?"

Francis nodded, and finally came back to his senses: "Yes, I am Sir Francis de Sharpe, who are you, my savior?"

Then without waiting for Ace to answer, he said to himself: "If he is really an angel, he should not have a human name. I have written down all the angels and saints on the list. If he is really What is an angel, how can it look like a gypsy?"

"Put away your boring guesses, I'm not the kind of bird who is neither male nor female." Although I haven't seen what an angel in this world looks like, this term successfully reminded Ace of the Holy See of Light. Those high-level guards—the angels of the Maris Continent are servants created by the God of Light. Although the highest-level twelve-winged gods among them are not as good as an authentic low-level god, there are too many of them, which is also a tinge. people fear.

These things should have been taken care of by other gods, but the God of Light likes to send angels to the Holy See of Light to support them. Those angels are neither male nor female, and their faces are always yin and yang. It's like not paying attention to the creation of the earth at all.Ace had met such birdmen who always walked with their chins up, and then... he drenched them into drenched chickens.

Francis trembled, and said in surprise: "It's really strange, how can you know what's in my heart?... No, no, no, I definitely don't mean to insult you in my heart, but you should know that angels are rare in the world , as to whether they are male or female, no one can tell clearly; and you have an overly beautiful...uh...beautiful face..."

Ace glanced at him with a half-smile, then turned his head to look behind him: "The one in his 30s is Georges Dupenard, who is that old man who looks like he's dying?"

After all, the speed of the carriage was not as fast as that of a galloping horse, and the sound of hooves behind him became clear again.Ace used the finger bones as a positioning medium, and communicated with the wood elements to restore the big tree blocking the way to its original appearance.Francis' voice stammered: "You... how do you know?"

If it was only said that there was a healthy person and a dying person in the carriage, anyone would have guessed this after listening to his conversation with Alfred; but this strange and beautiful boy had never seen George, How do you know he is a man in his 30s?

"It's easy to see." Ace stood up, estimated the distance, and climbed to the top of the car.

Probably because it is so beautiful, Emerald always carries a dagger with him. This good tradition has also been inherited by Ace, but there is magic, and it is not used at all under normal circumstances.He pulled out the dagger, mobilized his mental energy and recited a golden spell to make the dagger stronger, and then slammed it into the rear of the carriage.

—This carriage is different from the caravan, and the door is opened on the side.If you want to go in, you can only hang your body in the air and open the door to jump in.Francis saw his purpose, and finally came to his senses, and shouted into the car: "George, open the door quickly!"

In order not to be thrown off by the galloping carriage, Ace had to waste a little mental power to communicate with the elements of the wind element, and use them to keep himself temporarily stable.Although George in the car didn't hear their conversation just now, he also sensed something from Francis' surprised tone, and quickly opened the car door.After Ace jumped in, he closed the door again.

The structure of this carriage is completely different from that of a caravan. There is not a lot of space inside, but two seats facing each other.George, who opened the door for him at this moment, was sitting on one side, trying to hold an old man's body to prevent him from slipping down—but obviously, in the fast driving of the carriage, this behavior was almost futile.

Seeing that it wasn't Francis or Alfred who came in, George showed a look of surprise: "Who are you!?"

"The people who saved you," Ace said, sitting across from them. "No matter how badly injured your teacher is, I can make him healthy. He was poisoned, right?"

George's expression was even more surprised, but there was still more suspicion.He looked at the gray-faced old man and asked, "How can I trust you?"

Ace raised his palm, and a misty halo rose from his palm, condensing into a soft ball of light: "That's all."

George's reaction was far more intense than he imagined.He barely cared about the old man in his arms, and knelt down on the ground: "God!"

Ace: "..." Well, there's no need to save people now, it looks like it's almost up! !

But as long as there is still one breath, there is no problem in rescuing people.Ace still trusts the healing properties of light magic.He squatted down, first gave the old man a holy light spell, which temporarily restored some vitality in his body, and then used the more familiar water magic to absorb the toxins in the old man's body, and asked, "Where did you suffer?" ambush?"

George's original skepticism dissipated after seeing the light magic.He hastily and respectfully replied: "It was at the Count Pierre Blagelis's banquet. We were warned in advance that we did not touch any food at the banquet, but the murderers put poison on the glove. , and shook hands with the monks one by one. When we went back, the monk just ate an egg and fell to the ground."

The originally transparent water polo had been stained black by the poison. Ace patiently pulled out all the toxins in the old man's body, and then began to treat his decaying internal organs - but he didn't know much light magic, and now he can only One by one, they threw Holy Light spells on the old man.In a brilliant white light, he showed an appearance that he knew this before, and asked lightly: "Did you not reach an agreement?"

"His Majesty the Pope thinks that Prince Frederick's opinion should be followed, but Bishop Seabo thinks..." George immediately said what he knew like beans in a bamboo tube, while Ace maintained a calm expression With a slight expression on his face, while nodding slightly, he memorized all the names of the people in his words - although he didn't know who they were, he could tell a lot of information just by these words.At least now he knew that the "pope" here was on the same side as the dying old man in front of him.

—Ah, it's not dying anymore.

The old man's breathing gradually became stable, and his face became rosy.After confirming that his life would no longer be in danger, Ace returned him to George and sat down again: "I don't want His Majesty the Pope to know what happened today."

George didn't expect him to say this, and said in surprise, "Why? Do you—do you have any special tasks?"

"No, it was just an accident." Ace frowned slightly.There is a ball of light floating around him for lighting, and the soft light reflects his face more beautifully and indifferently: "Seeing my current attire, you should also be able to guess it - 15 years ago I prepared for the coming, To be stranded among a group of Egyptians. I wish to know how it happened--and I don't want any news to leak out until I've checked it all out."

"Please don't worry," George said respectfully, not sure which important person he was in the Bible, "I will keep my mouth shut—and Alfred and Francis will keep their mouths shut too."

"You can just call me 'Your Majesty'," Ace opened the car door, and said calmly, "When Brother Paul wakes up, tell him everything - I will contact you again."

After speaking, he disappeared into the air.