[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

There was a strange look on the businessman's face, as if it was a sly smile: "Do you really want to know the answer?"

Ace raised his eyebrows slightly, smelling an unusual smell from his attitude: "This is really interesting - if I don't want to know, why should I ask you?"

"You're right." The businessman said flatteringly, "But regarding this matter, to be honest, I haven't made up my mind whether I should tell you... After all, this answer is a bit too ridiculous, you have to swear in your own name first Guaranteed, don't throw me into the gutter when you find out, and let me lie in the cold for the rest of my life."

"If you don't tell me, I will let you lie there in the next life." Ace sneered and said coldly.

Wen Erlik couldn't help wiping the oily sweat off his face again: "...you are really different from the rumors, Your Majesty Metatron..."

"Are you using your mortal cognition to speculate on angels?"

"Of course not, Your Majesty... I'm very sorry, I said something very rude just now." Wenerike bowed, and became humble and apprehensive again, "But, if you must listen—"

"I must listen."

"Since you must listen—"

"If you talk nonsense, I'll throw you into the gutter right now."

While threatening, Ace condensed a small white light on his fingertips.It looks inconspicuous, but it is full of deterrence.Winerrick immediately stopped talking nonsense, and got straight to the point: "Your appearance is really rare among French people. So once you see it, you won't forget it again... Before I did this job A vile thief, you know. I was in Paris in '[-] when the King was coronated, to try my luck--you know, on such a big day, it's easy to mess up Fish. Me and a few boys are going to challenge the King's authority and get some egos, livres, sols, deniers from his palace or whoever. But the scene is too big that day , we separated in front of the Palace of Justice in a daze, and then I drifted with the crowd and followed the big guys to the River Beach Square alone.

"The scene over there, drink! It's really amazing. I don't know if it's because of the free food or I'm really happy for the king. Anyway, everyone is having a carnival. I'm like a poor lamb, squeezed out and screaming chickens and almost fell into the river - guess what?"

"how?"

"A woman's catkin grabbed me, and a voice as beautiful as fairy music called: 'Sir, be careful!' When I stood up to thank my savior, I saw a heart-wrenching picture. The breath-holding face—God, she's beautiful!"

There was a strange look on Wenerike's face, as if she was pure nostalgia and amazement, but also seemed to have deep regret: "It's her, she has a similar face to yours—yes, that's it. Yours The eyes and the shape of the face, I'm sure I've seen it elsewhere, but the other places - with all due respect, really resemble her."

Ace repeated with a half-smile: "With all due respect?"

Originally, he just asked a casual question, but he didn't expect Wen Erike to actually know some information about his life experience.But how terrible is the information that made Wenerike hesitate like this?

Wen Erlik laughed and said: "Listen to me - after being rescued by that fairy, I wanted to say some kind words and express my gratitude, but the old man standing beside her was surprised by my appearance. Very dissatisfied, it was not so much a contemptuous look as an angry stare. He said to the girl: "Go, Paquette!" A real viscount; and the girl is only his mistress, a musician's daughter."

"You really inquired carefully enough, Mr. Werrick." Ace mocked.

"Who can calm down when encountering that kind of beauty?" Wenerike said frankly without any embarrassment, "What's more, Paquette—although she is a girl who went astray, she What a nice man."

If it was Viscount Cormon Ray, his age would not match... Ace frowned after making some calculations.No matter which continent they are in, the nobles have similar habits. They don't mind maintaining a long-term relationship with a high-status lover—but with a low-status person?A short-term relationship can be called romantic, but a long-term relationship can become a joke in the aristocratic circle.

"so what?"

"In six or five years, I went to Paris again—at that time, I had already taken over the current business, and was a businessman in an upright manner. I went to visit the Viscount, but I didn't see the man named Paquette's beauty. After inquiring, I found out that her situation has become very pitiful-oh, what good end can a woman who has strayed into the world get? Poor Paquette, I will see her again She was very old when she was born, not like a 20-year-old young woman, but a 40-year-old milf. Out of sympathy and saving grace, I gave her a few livres, and then watched Thank you so much and she went away. God bless her, how could she be like this when she didn't even have a decent dress?"

Wenerik sighed pretentiously while secretly watching Ace's face.His meaning is so obvious, of course Ace can't fail to feel it.He hooked the corners of his lips and asked back: "So, she ended up mixing with some craftsmen or some homeless people?"

"I'm afraid it's worse than that, Your Majesty." Wenerike said cautiously.

"It's really good, it's better than being born in a stable." Ace said to himself, and changed his posture leisurely, "How about? What else do you know?"

"That's all I know, Your Majesty." Werrick subconsciously wiped his cold sweat.

"What a kind person, Wenerrick." Ace sighed, "You gave a life-saving money to a woman who was out of poverty."

"This is what I should do, Your Majesty." The businessman bowed fearfully, lowering his chest to the goat's head.

"Why are you being polite? This is how you should be treated." Ace smiled and said, "The opportunity to serve Prince Frederick and some important figures of the Holy See is also due to your kindness, Wenrrick."

Blood flushed on Wenerike's chubby face: "Oh! What are you talking about, Your Majesty?"

"You should be honored to have the opportunity to meet me, Wenrrick." Ace said slowly.

"It is inevitable, Your Majesty."

"Presumably you also want to know, what do you look like in my mind, Wenerike?"

"It's my honor to listen to Your Majesty's teachings." Sweat appeared on Wenerike's face again, "Would you like to explain my doubts to me?"

Ace frowned and shook his fingers: "This is not a begging attitude, Wenrrick."

"Mian, Your Majesty," Wenerrick stammered, "I don't understand..."

A beam of white light condensed on Ace's fingertips, and the businessman was immediately blessed, and said loudly: "I am willing to dedicate my property to you as your... yours..."

"Thank you." Ace reminded me kindly, "Shouldn't you thank me for my trust? I told you my identity, and you also knew some things you shouldn't know."

While wiping his sweat, Wen Erlik said vaguely: "That's right, that's right."

"I don't need your property, but I need you to provide me with some special materials-and, some necessary secrets, you know how to talk."

Ace had a refreshing smile on his face, but the fat businessman wiped the sweat from his forehead frequently: "But——excuse me, what materials do you need?"

"Emerald."