[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Ace returned to the camp in a good mood.He had already left a positioning spiritual mark on the sacrificial caravan, and as long as he was willing to spend mana, he could instantly move to the side of the target.After all, he also possessed the mental power of a magister, so it was a piece of cake to accurately locate him within two meters.

In the same way, he also left his own spiritual marks on those people just now, so that they can meet next time - I hope they can all live better.And when we meet next time, he will have to make some preparations.Otherwise, an old man is not as easy to fool as a few young people who are in a hurry to go to the doctor.

The priest really knew something... This made Ace curious about his "prophecy".Is he really pretending to be crazy and stupid, or does he mean something every time?And does this ability really come from a god?

The most important thing is... He said he wanted to teach himself something, what exactly is it?

Ace is not a particularly curious person - he just maintains a considerable enthusiasm for all things magic.After landing, he revoked the invisibility technique, and while walking towards the caravan, he thought about whether to use some violent means to force the priest to speak out.

——out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure that shouldn't appear here.

Bashir was dumbfounded, as if he had seen a ghost, and pointed at Ace.Ace turned sideways in displeasure, avoiding his fingers, and said coldly, "What are you doing here, Bashir?"

"...I..." Bashir's eyes followed him dully, his lips twitched, and he lowered his arms: "I'm just worried...today you...something is wrong..."

Neither in Emerald nor in Ace's memory has Bashir ever acted like this.He couldn't help feeling a bit narrowed, and there was a faint smile on his face: "Oh? Your Majesty Earl Bashir, Your Majesty the Marquis Bashir, Your Highness Prince Bashir, you will condescendly care about me It's astonishing that I'm such a masculine freak, an outcast of no race."

"... Emerald, it was indeed my fault before." Bashir lowered his head, then raised it up quickly, looking at Ace with burning eyes, "I don't deny that I have done a lot of excessive things to you, I don't intend to shirk my fault... I just hope you can give me a chance to express my apology."

"..." Ace's face turned dark.What does it mean to have done a lot of excessive things! ?This is very ambiguous! !

"I thought you should understand from the last conversation, I don't need any apology from you, and I don't think there is anything wrong with what you did." Ace's tone became cold, and he said calmly, "You were right before ,'The weak will be bullied, just like a beggar who can't eat enough to eat', I didn't have enough ability to protect myself before, but now I have, and I will become stronger and stronger. Now, let's continue to settle accounts."

This is what Bashir used to say when he bullied Emerald.However, Ace completely scoffed at this sentence.It is completely uneducated behavior to use the other party's weakness as an excuse to carry out bullying.Laws, etiquette, and moral principles, why do these exist?If a person can't even restrain himself, then he is not a complete person in essence; and if he regards this unbelievable reason as his life standard, then he is only worthy of being among a group of tramps. Jumping around, it is impossible to become a prince.

In Ace's view, Bashir's behavior is that he did not recognize his identity at all.How can a prince be supported and inherit the throne if he doesn't even have the heart to tolerate and protect his subjects?But it's no wonder that he didn't have such a good environment to grow up...

Ace, who was born in a noble family of magic in the Maris continent, somehow felt pity for Bashir.He sighed, and without waiting for Bashir to speak again, he turned around and continued walking towards the caravan: "The previous things will be written off, and I don't want to--" Seeing you appear in front of my eyes...

Before he finished speaking, Ace felt the change in the magic power in his body.

... His friend of the Creator God!Why did he suddenly advance again! !

Even the genius Ace felt a little overwhelmed by being promoted twice in one day.Obviously he didn't make any preparations, and the surrounding light elements were not active, so why did he suddenly advance?

After much deliberation, there seems to be no special reason. The only thing that is relatively similar is that he was promoted both times when he was talking to Bashir...

...cannot be Bashir.As soon as this idea came up, Ace vetoed it himself.If it was really Bashir, then why didn't his magic power move in the first two meetings?And I've never heard of someone who can speed up the advancement of magicians... If it really exists, magicians in the entire continent will go crazy for it.

After thinking for a long time to no avail, Ace didn't continue to take this matter to heart.In any case, it is a good thing to be promoted, and it is also a good thing to speed up the speed of magic practice, so why bother what is the reason for him?

The fact that he died and suddenly came back to life is inconceivable in itself, and now even if he opened his eyes the next morning and found that he had become a magic saint, Ace didn't think he would be surprised at all.

...However, this idea is completely whimsical...

Ace sighed slightly disappointed after opening his eyes.

The smell in the stuffy car all night is not very good.Ace cleaned it casually, got up and tidied up his clothes, and walked to the end of the carriage to wash up.After the light-type and water-type magic took turns, he finally felt a little more comfortable, so he jumped out of the caravan and went to find the Grand Duchess.

In such an environment where he can't even take a shower, Ace of course misses his old life very much.But since he made up his mind to integrate into this group of homeless people, he had to adapt to the life of homeless people first.Ace still has this little awareness.

Thanks to its melancholic temperament and pretty face, Emerald is quite popular among women.After Ace took over this body, he spared no effort to consolidate this goodwill.The title "Prince" that was originally called out on a whim has now become Ace's code name.As soon as he walked to the bonfire, Ace was hugged by the rushing baroness: "Good morning, our little prince!"

"Good morning, Guyd." Ace smiled and waved to the others, "Good morning everyone."

"Come here, child," said the Grand Duchess, patting herself next to her.The women around immediately made room for Ace to sit down.After a while, Ace's hand was full of fruit, bread, bacon, and even a flower that was stuffed by someone.

Ace is growing up, so of course he will not be polite to their kindness.Gypsies have their own way of survival, and now they are outside a bustling city like Marseille, and if they stay at least a few days, they can make up for their needs, and they can make a lot of money just by fortune-telling.Not to mention women who are easier to be fooled, businessmen who believe in good luck, even sailors who make a living at sea, they will be happy to come surrounded by beautiful girls to make a fortune.

The women exchanged gossip about what they knew while eating breakfast.With a face like a quail egg, Guy said proudly: "...that man is so weird! Wearing clothes made of bearskin, he is even more sloppy than a tramp. He stretched out Showed me my palm, but it was so dirty I couldn't see the lines! I had to tell him, 'You're going to get lucky!', and he pulled out a piece of gold from his pocket...real gold ! Look!"

She wiped the thing in her hand with it and held it up.The gold reflected the bright light in the sun, which caused a circle of exclamation from the people around: "My God! That man is really rich."

Good said triumphantly: "If I hadn't made up my mind to be a widow for Baron Peliv, I would have followed him. That man must have taken a fancy to me!"

Looking at her beautifully patterned face, everyone booed unanimously this time.

The Grand Duchess watched them chatting with a smile.She is more than 50 years old, and she is much more stable than Good and the others, but she is not so rigid, so she is loved by people.When Ace was almost finished eating, she said: "Calm down, sisters, the Grand Duke told me last night that we will stay in Marseilles for four days. We must not let go of such a good opportunity, except for the young girls You can do anything but mingle with those stinky sailors! Who's been to Marseilles?"

A middle-aged woman raised her hand: "I have been here, Your Majesty."

"I heard that the city of Marseilles won't ban us from entering, but there are some places where we must never go. Please tell us about your own experience." The Grand Duchess said kindly.

"You can go to a bakery, but not to a monastery; you can go to a slum, but you can't go to a place where nobles live; you can go to a place with women, but you can't go to a place with men." Winking, "However, even if you sit here, there will be countless women holding their children to tell fortunes; and in the slums, many of them believe that gypsies have special remedies for curing diseases , your skills will come in handy, girls!"

"Very well, leave eight of you to try your luck with me." The Grand Duchess said, looking at Ace again, "We may need you, Emerald, would you like to go with us?"

Ace swallowed the apple in his mouth and smiled: "I'm so happy."