[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Ace doesn't really want an explanation, because he knows it's unnecessary.By accepting the identity of the emerald, he accepted the favor of this group of wanderers.Obtaining favors without reciprocating them is not the quality that a nobleman should have—and as a nobleman, whether he can get more benefits from it is what he should consider more, regardless of whether the other party has evil intentions or not.

Knowing each other's purpose and ideas well, so as to achieve a delicate balance and cooperation, this is also a trick commonly used by nobles.However, Ace doesn't want to continue this little trick now.Thanks to Tutankhamun, he has never been so clearly aware of the suspicion and distrust hidden in his heart - what he needs is to integrate into this world, into this group, instead of always using a layer of "knowledge". Separated from each other, each regards the other as an existence that is insignificant even if it is abandoned.

A look of surprise appeared on the priest's face, which gradually turned into a happy smile: "If you need it."

"..." The corner of Ace's lips twitched slightly, and he talked about him from left to right, "You said you were going to teach me something before, is this what you are waiting for?"

He put his finger on his left eye and tapped it lightly.The Eye of Horus is indeed very powerful, but the one he obtained is not the one in the myths and legends, but the "imitation" cast by the pharaoh thousands of years ago in order to regain his life.The crown itself is a tool to check whether the user is qualified, and the opal is the core to open all its functions.If the Eye of Horus can be completely controlled, even if it is used to deprive a person's soul, it is not difficult-this is why Tutankhamun appeared so urgently.

Although it is an imitation, its function and use itself have surpassed the concept of "a tool in the world", and it has a partial prototype of a divine tool.Ace has tried it, and it can be driven very smoothly with magic power, without any extra cost.All its usages have been told by Tutankhamun, what else does the priest know that he doesn't?

The Eye of Horus has been perfectly hidden under Ace's skin, and those eyes look the same as before.The priest nodded clearly, and said: "It is indeed this one. However, I have to wait until you come back to talk about anything - gold is the most important right now."

He raised his hand and shook the purse in his hand, a kind smile appeared on his wrinkled face: "I also prepared a small gift for you - you will like it."

"..." Ace stared at that face, convinced that he really wanted to punch it.Can there be a sentence without a hint? !Can one day not sell it! ! ?

In the end, however, he followed the priest in his cloak and walked to a carriage parked next to the camp.A potbellied tradesman was standing by the carriage, stroking the head of a ewe and looking around.After seeing the sacrifice, he showed a happy smile: "For the sake of Louis d'Or, you are finally here. Where is the doctor you mentioned?"

"Right here." The priest pushed Ace in front of him. "I'm not bragging, man—this is the best doctor we have here."

"He looks very young?" The businessman pretended to look at him for a while, then whispered, "I'm here to find out, man, the person who asked him to help diagnose is a highly respected monk—"

Ace looked up at him.

The businessman stretched out his hand and tugged at his collar as if he felt uncomfortable, and a golden cross was half exposed: "—he has to hide here temporarily because he has disagreements with several powerful gentlemen. I am I have to ask you heretics for help, understand? If he is cured, I am willing to pay another [-] livres; if you are unfortunately recalled by God, you will be exposed to the Holy See!"

"You can't threaten anyone with your words, sir." Ace lowered his voice and said softly, "If you came up from the port over there, you should have heard the news. I just healed a few people who were trampled by galloping horses The sailors were still dying when they were sent, and they were already alive and kicking when they returned—" He raised his head slightly, revealing half of his chin hidden in the shadow of the hood, "They are all Christians."

The priest pretended not to hear their charade, and echoed beside him: "That's right, whether it's a beggar or a prince, they are all the same patients in our eyes. If sailors are cured well, monks will also be cured well; don't worry! "

The businessman looked at Ace for a while, and finally nodded reluctantly: "Okay, you come up." Then, he opened the door of the carriage.

This carriage looked very familiar, except for the absence of the traces of the collision when escaping, both the exterior decoration and the interior structure were exactly the same as the one Ace jumped into last night.

Ace turned a few guesses in his mind.Being hunted down does not mean that there is no way out. The pope and prince mentioned in the monk's disciples' words are obviously their way out.Ace has also heard about the status of the Pope on this continent, which seems to be more powerful than that of the Pope of the Bright Holy See on the continent of Maris... The reason why he misled George to think that he is the apostle of God is also because This reason.

He vaguely disclosed his current situation, and told George not to contact him proactively. In fact, he still wanted the Holy See to contact him proactively.George saw the so-called "miracle" with his own eyes, so of course he would not doubt him, and Brother de Paul himself was not necessarily.He himself is not necessarily in Marseilles now, but this businessman must be someone he instructed to come over to test.

Seeing that he is in the same camp as the Pope, and he was hunted down but did not go to the church for help, he can know that the place where the businessman will take him will definitely not be in the city of Marseilles, or even just circle around the city, or go to the city. Get on the boat... Ace narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a half-smile expression—are they going to take him away?

"What should I call you?" He asked suddenly.

The businessman bowed and showed a courteous smile: "My name is Charlie, Charlie Wenerrick. As you can see, I am a businessman."

"A businessman who does all kinds of business?"

"No, a merchant in the service of God," said Wenerrick. "Look at me, and my lovely goat. When I was young, I committed theft and was nearly hanged. It is this beautiful lady." My mother ran to me and gave me redemption, and now I can safely sit opposite you and talk to you."

"...You really don't look like a young man." Ace smiled ironically, "When there was no Holy See, the empire was very corrupt, and we all longed for some power to change everything... ...And now, has the Holy See become like this?"

"It's human nature, Your Majesty." Wenerike's expression became more respectful, and he pressed the sheep's head, and bowed deeply together, "Whoever has wealth and power in his hands, who can endure it?" Shall we spend it, my lord? If that were so, then all Christians would be called saints. Monsieur de Paul, he is a saint."

The ewe bleated in response, as if to agree with Wenerike.If it was normal, Ace would probably feel a little bit about her spirituality, but unfortunately the space in the carriage is very cramped. As the one being squeezed by the sheep, Ace really wanted to end this conversation early.

"What's the use of saying these words? Whether you can go to heaven or not is the criterion for judging a person's character." Ace raised his hand and stopped him, "You are a big businessman who has traveled far and wide, and you should have seen many things in the world. Bar?"

"It is so, Your Majesty."

"Then you have seen many beauties?"

"Naturally, my lord—but I swear to God I am absolutely faithful to my wife."

"Very good, let's take a look at this." Ace snapped his fingers, and a cluster of white flames ignited from his fingertips, and then rose into a ball of light, floating leisurely in the middle of the car.

Because of the Eye of Horus, it is easier for him to control the elements of the light system. This time, the ball of light did not leak any light, and only illuminated a small area around Ace.Then, he put his fingers on the edge of the hood and gently picked it off.

The hood slid down from the top of his head, revealing that still immature face that did not conceal its handsomeness.Wenerrick gasped suddenly, and couldn't help opening his eyes: "Oh my god..."

"Do you have any impression of this face?" Ace raised his eyebrows.

"No, no...Your Majesty, I have never seen it before..." Wenerike said incoherently while waving his hands, "You...you are an Egyptian? But why this face...with all due respect, Were you brought up in Paris?"

"What's the relationship between yes and no?" Ace showed a threatening smile, "Since the monk asked you to come here, he should trust you very much... But if there are any rumors outside..."

"Then let me go to hell!" Wenerike said impassionedly.

"It's okay to tell you." Ace smiled for his sense of humor, leaned on the back of the chair, and crossed his legs leisurely, "You should know that we can't just choose someone at random. This body must be prepared in advance and go through all kinds of hardships before it can finally return to the embrace of God."

He recalled the names of several angels he had heard before, and sighed: "However, in the previous hundreds of years, people such as Raphael, Michael, and Gabriel were all entrusted with this important task, trying to come to The mortal world, in the end, always fails because the mortal world is too filthy. And I have been to the mortal world—although they avoid mentioning my name, some people think that this is the most suitable candidate—”

He spoke vaguely, but Wenerike made up his mind very well.Before Ace could finish his sentence, he said excitedly: "Did you be recommended by Christ? Your Majesty, I have heard of your name!—Indeed, under such circumstances, you are the only one who came to the world ! Are you, Metatron?"

What the hell is Metatron?Ace raised his eyebrows, and decided to find a way to get a Bible.Thanks to Wen Erlik, his "origin" is now almost framed.After that, just collect enough information and fill in the content.

Anyway, it is impossible for this group of mortals to go to heaven to listen to God's will.What's more, their god may have already given up this barren continent like other gods...

The activity of magic elements is so low, there is really no sign that there are still gods in power.

Ace sighed, and picked up the question just now: "—so, where did you see this face before?"