[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Contrary to what the vagrants thought, Louis XI did not want these vagrants to enter his city.But in recent years, due to some unspeakable reasons, his relationship with the Holy See has been slowly repairing. The Pope insisted that these people were exiled nobles from Egypt, so he had no choice but to show mercy and allow these homeless people into his Paris.He had thrown the Pope's envoy to the cardinal for reception, while he himself brought a few cronies to the city wall of the Pope's Gate.

Looking at the slowly approaching team below, Louis XI couldn't help but said to himself: "Look, buddy. There is always a way, there is always a way."

"With all due respect, Your Majesty," Guillaume Rimmer, his trusted and admired confidant, immediately said, taking this as dislike for the Egyptians, "I am afraid you have been deceived by the Pope."

He was one of Louis XI's most trusted people, good at weaving charges and intrigues, and was notoriously unpopular.However, Louis XI has partnered with him for many years, and he has long regarded him as a close minister who can participate in his various secret affairs. Hearing this, he asked: "Cheat?"

"That's right. Do you think this group of people looks like exiled nobles?" Guillaume pointed down and said, "They are a group of shameful beggars, liars, pickpockets—maybe there are really one or two nobles , but most of them must be gypsies! God, they ain't no decent people."

"Deceit!" The king's thoughts seemed to be inconsistent with him. His sharp eyes scanned the team below, and he said to himself, "Deception! If this can give me another 20 years of life, I would rather be fooled like this Tricked... Olivier! Let the Lancers drive this group out! God damn it! Don't let them stay in my city!"

It was the King's catchphrase, and the word "Goddamn" came up no less often than his favorite title, "dude."Mr. Olivier, who had been promoted from the king's barber all the way to the noble vassal, took a step forward and was about to take the order, but Louis XI suddenly changed his mind and said, "No, let them stay in the city—anyway." It's not going to make any waves. It doesn't matter if they're Egyptian or Gypsy, as long as it takes the fire out of my chest... drink! It's still fun."

The last two sentences were spoken in such a low voice that M. Olivier could not catch them.So he asked again: "What did you say, Your Majesty?"

"Where is the doctor?" The king did not answer his question, but asked another matter.His health has been poor in recent years, so he has great faith in a doctor who can relieve his pain, Jacques Coutier.

However, Mr. Olivier had some disagreements with Dr. Jacques, and replied: "He is probably still in the mansion on Saint-André Street, Your Majesty—you know, that house has just been built."

"Take my money to build his house! Damn it!" Louis XI said angrily, "I want to replace him... Didn't you recommend a famous folk doctor to me, Mr. Olivier? Where is he? ?”

This time Olivier glanced cautiously at Guillaume Rimer before replying: "I think he is with the Egyptians."

"Damn! If you want to prolong your life, you have to consult with the devil!" Louis XI became annoyed, stopped looking at the team below, and left the city wall.When he went down the small door next to him, he just passed a person.Both pretend not to see each other's presence.

It wasn't until he approached the palace that Louis XI suddenly asked, "Is the person who just walked past the bishop's deputy?"

"I think so, Your Majesty." Rimmer replied.

"What did he go there for? Strange, could it be that he was spying on those homeless people?" Louis XI said to himself, "Could it be that he also knows that doctor? It's not impossible...Mr. Olivier, you Keep an eye on him."

"I will, Your Majesty," replied M. Olivier with a twinkle in his eyes.

Only then did Louis XI show a satisfied look, and returned to the palace with his cronies.

-

The Grand Duchess' concerns did not materialize.As soon as he entered through the Pope's Gate, the Grand Duke's gaze involuntarily met with a gaze—no matter who the owner of that gaze was, it was familiar enough anyway.The eyes that seemed to contain pity, understanding, and friendliness were like a code, instantly building the Grand Duke's incomparable trust.They looked at each other for less than a second, and there was an atmosphere of sympathy between them.The Grand Duke waved his hands decisively and gave an order: "Stop!"

Everyone stopped for no reason.Ace, who was riding behind the Grand Duke, fully noticed the reason why the Grand Duke stopped.He followed the Grand Duke's line of sight, but there was only a beggar in his field of vision - ragged, disheveled, with abscesses all over his arms.However, his demeanor was very calm, he went straight to the big stallion, stroked the horse's head with a familiar attitude: "What a nasty horse."

"Walk if you can, buddy."

"That's right," said the stranger, putting his sore arm around the horse's neck. "What's the name?"

"Masia Ngadi Spicari." The Grand Duke bent down and stared deeply at this strange confidant, "I am the leader of this group of vagrants, the Grand Duke of Egypt and Bohemia."

"Excellent!" said the beggar. "My name is Clopin, Clopin Truyves, and as you can see, I am a beggar. I have men who deserve to be hanged, and I have the Emperor Galileo as an ally." .I have a place called the Kingdom of Black Talk—what do you think, man?"

"How about what?"

"Join us!" Clopin slapped the horse on the head so hard that the horse almost kicked him with its hooves.The Grand Duke quickly reined in the horse's head and said, "I'm so happy!"

He turned around and glanced at Bashir, Bashir turned around knowingly and raised his arms: "Let's go to the Kingdom of Black Talk!"

"The Palace of Miracles," Clopan corrected.

Homeless people are very happy to be able to quickly find a place to take them.They didn't have much money, so they were not afraid of being deceived, so the group followed Clopin into the alley.

Passing through several intricate streets and alleys, walking uphill and downhill, the muddy path ends in a wide square surrounded by dilapidated houses.The one facing them is relatively spacious and tall, although its appearance is very tattered, it is not difficult to see its original appearance - it seems to be a tavern?

The name of the tavern is the Palace of Miracles, and it is a place where this group of people living at the bottom of society gather and have fun.Since it was just evening, there were not many people in the tavern. When they saw Clopin bringing a group of people in, they all gave him surprised looks.

"Guillaume! Where is Guillaume?" Clopin asked, but seeing no one answered, he went up and knocked on the counter, "Guillaume! Old man! Come out, we have new friends!"

He shouted for a long time, but there was no movement in the tavern.Ace exuded his mental strength, but it was easy to find where the rest of the people were: "On the top?"

Clopin froze, and looked back at him.Then, as if he had seen something shocking, he quickly backed away, almost tripping over a few empty bottles.After almost falling, he regained his composure, jumped up to the counter nimbly, and reached out to remove the ceiling connecting the small stairs above: "Guillaume!"

There was a small attic up there, and there was a man lying on the exit of the attic, with Zizhang's head facing down, and he was clearly drunk—he was the person Clopin was looking for.

"Damn!" said Clopin angrily, "he must have drunk too much! Hey! Guillaume Rousseau! Wake up!"

He raised his arm and gave his friend a solid slap across the face, and the latter yawned and asked sleepily, "Is the king dead?"

"We have a new friend." Clopin said kindly, stretched out his hand and pulled him down, and threw him on the counter rudely, "Let me introduce you, this is Marcia Ngadi Spica Here—Grand Duke of Egypt, this is Guillaume Rousseau, Emperor Galileo."

"Oh, good status." Guillaume said slowly, and staggered towards the Grand Duke, "You, hello..."

His voice stopped abruptly, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him, and he was suddenly jolted.Ace couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he stared at him in astonishment—what's going on?

"Give me the key, you wretch!" cried Clopin, giving him a quick tug.Guillaume said blankly: "Key, what key?"

"Of course it's the key to the house—otherwise are you going to let them sleep on the street?" Clopin stared at him fiercely, as if he dared to say anything that would make his face bloom.It's a pity that Emperor Galileo didn't understand his meaning at all, and said to himself: "I knew that this kind of thing would definitely happen..."

"Shut your mouth, Guillaume!" Clopin said angrily. "Now give me the key..."

"Are you crazy? We don't have any keys anywhere. Isn't that a place where anyone can live if they want?—Listen, Clopin, I've been expecting this day..."

"What if someone steals!" Clopin interrupted him again.Guillaume said displeasedly: "Is there anything we can steal? - No, although you interrupted me, I still want to say, Clopin, don't you think this boy is very similar..."

"Shut up, your opinion is not important!" Clopan was very angry, turned around and said to the Grand Duke, "Let's go now, brother, let's see where you will live in the future..."

The Grand Duke asked in surprise, "Like? Like who?" He glanced at Ace with surprise in his eyes, "Are you talking about emeralds?"

"Emerald! Hey, what a good name." Guillaume shook his head and said, "However, it does match very well..."

"Shut your mouth, Guillaume!" Clopin was furious, "Do you want me to beat you up!"

"Even so, I still want to say that this kind of thing cannot be kept secret." Guillaume instead lost his temper and said angrily, "In Paris and Reims, are there not many people who have seen Paquette!? "

Ace: "..." This seems to be the name of Emerald Mother... Do they know something?

"Even if you don't let me say it, I still have to say it." Guillaume muttered, walking towards Ace, "Hey, buddy, have you ever wondered who your father is?"

"..." I was still talking about my mother just now, how come I became my father again now?A sense of ominous premonition suddenly rose in Ace's heart...

...It always feels like something is wrong!

"Your delirium should be cured, Guillaume!" Before Guillaume revealed the answer, Clopin roared angrily, "Although I had an affair with Paquette, the time is definitely not right. On! Look at his eyes, then at mine, do you think two brown-eyed men can produce a green-eyed child? You might as well say he is the son of King Louis of France!!"

Everyone: "..."

Ace: "..."

Ahaha, it's so windy today! ! !