[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

...a bishop's deputy?

Ace gave up the idea of ​​turning around and leaving, crossed his arms, and started to look at him again: "Your brother is the bishop's deputy?"

The teenager nodded.Ace continued to ask: "Then he must have the right to check the roster information of all the priests in Paris?"

"What the hell, someone would ignore John the Mill's charm and ask my good brother Claude instead!" John couldn't help but wondered, "Why are you asking that ascetic hypocrite, beauty? If you want a roster, I know ten Eight or eight experts in this field, as long as you give an order, you can catch them with your hands."

The teenager looked cynical, as if he didn't want to have anything to do with his brother at all.Ace couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and suddenly wanted to tease him: "You and your brother have a bad relationship?"

John nodded.Ace turned around immediately and walked towards Bashir: "Let's go, Bashir, he is useless."

Bashir understood, turned and left.John became anxious and grabbed Ace's arm: "Wait a minute! What do you mean I'm useless?"

"I wanted to make friends with you, John." Ace snapped off his fingers one by one, with a regretful tone, "Unfortunately, you and your brother don't have a good relationship..."

"I can get those rosters for you without my brother!"

"But sadly, I only need your brother." Ace sighed. "Even if you can find someone, do they know where the roster is kept? Can they move all the rosters from the past 20 years? Can they be in Put it back intact before someone finds out? Don't be silly, John, you know it's impossible."

John's cheeks were flushed, and he was struggling to die: "What about my brother?"

"Your brother is the vicar of the bishop, of course he can do it—but what does that matter to you? You call him a hypocrite, and you want to get rid of him—"

"Damn it!" muttered John, "I'd still love to deal with those Leavers."

After all, he was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and he said what he thought in his heart directly.Ace dragged out his tone and said meaningfully: "So, your relationship with him is actually—?"

"He's my own brother." John said angrily, "The brother who brought me up with one hand—how could he ignore me?"

After getting a satisfactory answer, Ace smiled.He held out his bandaged right hand to John: "Ace Melaorda."

"John Floro." John looked like he wanted to give him a hug, but he didn't have the courage to open his arms, so he stretched out his own hand, "After this is over, where should I find you?"

Those lake green eyes looked at Ace eagerly, which made him feel a little funny.Bending down, Ace pulled his right hand out of his hand and placed his left hand on his shoulder.

His voice sounded like a mysterious whisper, softly in John's ear:

"Of course...anywhere you can see me."

After putting John together, Ace and Bashir returned to the Palace of Miracles.There were more people in the tavern than when they went out, and Clopin was introducing the important members of the Black Talk Kingdom to the Grand Duke.Ace found a place to sit and waited for their meeting to end.But Bashir hesitated for a while, sat next to him, and asked in a low voice: "Are you really going to ask that kid to help?"

"Otherwise?" Ace asked.

It is true to want John to help build a bridge in front of his brother, but it is false to use others to help find his "father".If Emerald's father is another identity, even if it is a beggar, Ace will not shy away from letting others know; however, if he is really a priest, once people know his relationship with Ace, it is possible that die.

Ace just wanted to unravel the mystery of his life experience, and he didn't want to take revenge on him for abandoning him back then. Of course, he wouldn't let the Holy See intervene.His real plan was similar to John's proposal. He wanted to find out where the rosters were stored, and then use magic to hide and run over to look through them openly.

Anyway, there is no magic in this world. Except for a few people who are as powerful as priests, or spirits like Tutankhamun, no one can see through Ace's whereabouts.

But right now, his contact with the Holy See is imminent. If he doesn't find a suitable excuse, how will he explain his relationship with the Holy See?Although determined to become Pope, Ace never considered cutting ties with the homeless.But if they knew that they had been in contact with the Holy See for the past two years, even with a priest as a guarantee, they might not trust themselves anymore.

I wonder if Paddy Amon expected such a situation?

Bashir didn't know what Ace was thinking.He frowned and persuaded: "Those people are not trustworthy at all, you might as well ask Guillaume Rousseau, he seems to know something..."

"Have you ever thought that the candidate he mentioned might be fundamentally different from yours?" Ace shook his head, "You probably don't understand who my mother is, Bashir...but since two years ago, I already knew who she was - she's a whore, understand?"

Bashir's eyes widened suddenly.Ace said softly: "The only criterion that can judge my father seems to be green eyes, but in the whole of France, how many people have green eyes?"

In fact, the most recognizable face on Ace's body is this face... He couldn't help but mop his cheeks regretfully, trying to find someone as handsome as him in this world, no, almost as handsome as him, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.But now that it has been confirmed that his appearance is basically inherited from his mother, then his father only needs to be handsome enough.

But after all, they are almost 40 years old now, and their appearance is definitely not as good as before... Ace sighed sympathetically again, it is really difficult for these people without magic to stay young forever...

The Grand Duke and the two leaders of the Black Talk Kingdom quickly finalized the relevant matters. The homeless people were formally merged into the Black Talk Kingdom, and the gypsies also agreed to live here temporarily.They are practical people, and things that are determined will be implemented quickly.Guillaume sent people to take them to allocate houses, and Clopin sent people to take them to familiarize themselves with Paris.

Of course, the houses in the slums are not very good, but fortunately, they can shelter from the wind and rain, and they can be considered strong in themselves.Ace has a special status, and the house he was allocated is offering sacrifices to the next door. There are two small rooms separated by a large room. The one near the door is used as the living room, and the small bedroom is a narrow bedroom when you enter the small door.

Having once again had his own independent living space in the past two years, Ace's feelings are not uncomplicated.When he was on Maris Continent, he had never lived in such a small and simple room, but after two years of wandering life, he actually felt that this environment was not bad...

According to this momentum, if one day he can return to the Maris Continent and return to the familiar environment and family, maybe he will be moved to the point of crying...

Ace was feeling emotional, and was about to tidy up the room with a spell, when there was a knock on the door outside: "Doctor? Doctor? Doctor George? Are you there?"

George?

Ace raised his eyebrows and took the cloak out of the box.In the past two years, he has traveled all over France. In front of outsiders, Ace has always appeared as "George, a French doctor with a miserable life experience".The profession of a doctor is not difficult for Ace, because there is no magic or grudge damage in this world. Most diseases can be repaired and treated with holy light. The only difference is the amount of magic power consumed.

There is no way to use common sense to answer such miraculous medical skills, and thanks to the name given to him by the Grand Duchess, many people regard this as a blessing from God.Even if you have doubts in your heart, on the one hand, the wanderers always stay for a short time and their whereabouts are uncertain; Intervene, of course others will not meddle in their own business.

Dr. George's name has been spread all over France, so it's not surprising that someone would follow him closely after inquiring about his whereabouts... Ezra put on the hood, and used the Eye of Horus to disguise his appearance and body shape before opening it door.

There were two people standing outside the door, one was a priest, and the other was a man who also wore a cloak and acted discreetly.Ace glanced at them and lowered his voice: "What's the matter?"

"This gentleman found the wrong place, so I brought him here." The priest took a step back, saying that it was none of his business, "Maybe he came to see you for treatment?"

"Indeed, I came here with such a purpose." The man's voice was also deliberately lowered, as if he didn't want people to hear his original tone, "I hope you don't mind my presumptuousness."

Ace took a step back, "Come in."

The priest turned around wisely: "I'll go back and take care of your lamb."

Ace slammed the door shut.The lamb that the priest mentioned was the consultation fee given to him by Wen Erlik two years ago. It was a very smart and beautiful kid.Ace raised her as a pet, and named her Jiali, and usually gave her to the priests to take care of her.Just now it was allotment and moving, but he forgot about the lamb, so he could only bring it back after the guests left.

And the guest has already walked around the room, looked around, but couldn't find any place to sit, so he stood in front of the table and said plainly, "You live here?"

"Otherwise?" Ace asked.

"I can introduce you to a better place to live, Dr. George." The guest pulled the hood off his head, revealing a slack, pampered face, "Maybe I should state my name first—you can call me Olivier, doctor."