[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

John was happy that the matter was done so easily, but also worried that Claude would repent if he dragged on for too long. As soon as the carriage drove away, he couldn't wait to rush into Notre Dame Cathedral, stepping over in three steps at a time. Those stone stairs climbed to the top of the North Bell Tower again.The archdeacon still maintained the same posture when he left, leaning against the fence, and when he saw him running back, there seemed to be a smile on his face.

"Why are you back suddenly, John?"

"Tell me first, does what you said before still count?"

"If you're talking about the fief of Tire Sharp, then of course it counts. I can hand over the forty livres to you right now, but what about your business for me?"

He seemed to know the reason why he came back... A trace of doubt flashed in John's heart, and then he told him exactly what happened just now.His brother is standing here, and he may have seen what was going on there long ago, and there is no point in lying at this time, and even if he exaggerates his merits, the hard-hearted archdeacon will not give him an extra crown. .

Claude raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the location Ace said.Immediately afterwards, he picked up a money bag and threw it to John: "Take it, John, this is the reward you deserve."

John opened the purse and counted, and there were exactly forty gold coins that shone attractively.He had never gotten so much cash from Claude before, lest he would regret it, he said goodbye to him immediately: "I'm leaving first, brother Claude!"

Claude didn't try to hold back at all. When John went down the stairs, he heard the sound of locking the door behind him, and knew that his brother had entered the alchemy hut again.His footsteps suddenly paused, stopped, and a cloud of doubts flashed in his heart—why did Claude just have forty livres in his purse?Why is he standing on the North Bell Tower, which is the most hidden and overlooks the street?And why, he would not be surprised by what he persuaded Ace to meet?

...it's almost as if it's all in his plan...

John thought again of his old lover Fantine who cheated him of the last crown the night before, and his doubts grew deeper and deeper.But because he had never thought about such a complicated problem before, after a while, the increasingly painful head made him throw the problem aside.

Instead of thinking about these useless things, why don't you secretly follow Claude and Ace to see what's weird between them... and my good friend Phoebus, why did he suddenly go to Farudelle with an Egyptian? Where is the old woman?

Just thinking about it, John, relying on his familiarity with the terrain, hummed a little tune and walked through the alleys, and successfully appeared in front of the small hotel before Claude.The old woman had just come down the stairs when he arrived.He was about to go in and ask Phoebe which room they were in, when an obviously disguised voice came from behind: "Excuse me."

John turned sideways to make way for those behind him.The other party is of medium build, wearing a cloak, and the exact age cannot be seen, but it is certain that the family background is not bad.He covered his face with the hood, and walked straight to the old woman Farudelle: "Is Dr. George here?"

This stranger was none other than Louis XI.

He made up his mind to come to "Dr. George" for a special reason.No one is not afraid of death, and the more powerful the person, the more afraid of death.As the king who ruled France, Louis XI certainly felt that he hadn't lived enough - but he was now suffering from diseases, and Dr. Jacques could only alleviate his pain, but could not eradicate the disease.

In order to live longer, Louis XI even went to find Claude, whom he had always disliked.However, although Claude did have a way to prolong his life, Louis XI found himself unable to tolerate that proposal.So after a month of anxiety, Louis XI could only come to this dirty little hotel according to Mr. Olivier's report.

"I've never heard of Dr. George." The old lady Farudelle said, her shrewd eyes had scanned the guest a few times.In just a few seconds, she judged that this was a rich guest, and her attitude suddenly became kind, "However, I know a lot of people named George... Do you need me to help find out?"

Louis XI refused: "No need." He turned and walked out the door, but his eyes suddenly stopped on John's face - he instantly forgot his disguise, grabbed John's arm, and asked in a loud voice: "How will you be here!"

John just felt baffled, and said in surprise, "You know me?"

Louis XI was so excited that his voice changed.He cursed loudly: "Damn Claude Frollo, I knew he couldn't do anything good..." As he spoke, he dragged John outside.Although he was already an old man, he was still quite strong. John couldn't get rid of his restraint for a while, and was dragged by him to the river bank behind the hotel.

John only felt inexplicable, but he couldn't get angry at all.Struggling, he shouted: "God's head! What are you doing? I never knew you, and I never had a relationship with any good family..."

Louis XI was so angry.He pulled off his hood, pointed to himself and asked, "Do you know me?"

John felt even more inexplicable: "Of course I don't know! Hey, old man, who are you? If you came here from Gratigny Street to collect debts, then there is no need. I just got from my archdeacon Got forty livres there..."

Louis XI: "..."

Don't let anyone stop him! !He must strangle Claude to death! ! ! !

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And in the open window above them, Ace had just greeted a man in a cloak at the door.

The first time he saw this person, Ace had a sense of familiarity inexplicably.He frowned, but he couldn't remember where he had seen such a person: "Bishop Frollo?"

"It's just a side effect."

A chilling voice sounded like ice from under the hood, and Ace couldn't help raising his eyebrows—this kind of tone seems a little special...

Interest gradually rose in his heart: "Do you know who I am?"

"John mentioned it to me."

"Knowing my identity, but still coming here... I can assume by default, are you planning to make a deal with me?"

Claude stopped talking.Ace laughed, and turned slightly sideways: "Come in, Vicar Frollo."

Claude walked in.There are no tables and chairs in the room, only a large wooden box barely enough for a person to sit on.But Ace saw him standing in front of the wooden box and paused for two seconds, then turned around decisively and stood there...

...He also dislikes the dirty box?

Thinking of this, Ace couldn't help feeling a little fond of him.He used a small soundproof spell, closed the door again, and walked up to Claude: "Then let me introduce myself first, my name is Ace."

...Esmeralda...

Claude clenched his fist before saying calmly, "Don Claude Frollo."

Because of the inexplicable sense of familiarity and the good impression he had just had, Ace treated Claude very gently: "John should have already said, do you understand my request?"

"If you are looking through the roster of priests, this is not a problem." Under the shadow of the hood, Claude's expression was a little complicated, "But... I heard from John that you want to find your biological father?"

"Yeah." Ace replied casually.His real purpose is not to look through the roster. Now that he has confirmed that the other party is in Notre Dame, it will be much easier to narrow down the scope... The reason why he agreed to this meeting is to cover up in front of the homeless .Until he sends the Egyptians back to their homeland, they'd better know nothing.

Claude's voice could not help trembling.He clenched his fists and asked softly: "It sounds like you were discarded... May I ask, how did you know that your father was a priest?"

"I heard." Ace replied, and couldn't help but glance at Claude—he seemed nervous?His fists are clenched with blue veins...

His eyes couldn't help but stop on Claude's hand for two seconds.The skin is so fair that it almost seems to be glowing, the blue blood veins appearing on the back of the hand, the pale pink nails and the slender joints...

... These hands are as beautiful as his voice.

This thought was simply too scary, and Ace immediately dismissed the idea himself.No matter how beautiful his hands are and how beautiful his voice is, Claude is, after all, a middle-aged man in his 40s and [-]s. According to the average appearance of the human race on this continent, it goes without saying that a man of this age has wrinkles, and he may even have baldness. It's gone... Wrinkles and baldness, those are simply more terrifying existences than chest hairs!

... No, Xiong Mao is actually almost terrible.

Ace always felt that there was still that furry touch on his hands, and he almost shivered.His gaze swept across the pair of beautiful hands again, and he stretched out his hand suddenly: "Have we reached an agreement, Mr. Frollo?"

Claude recovered from his own thoughts, and after a long silence, he stretched out his hand: "Of course."

As soon as the two hands touched, a gloomy cold air hit, and then, Ace felt a strange force emerging from his body... The hand had clear bones and fair skin, but it looked like a corpse Usually have freezing temperatures.However, because of that strange force, Ace didn't feel any discomfort...

He once inspected his body with the help of the Eye of Horus, but found no abnormalities.However, the mysterious power that hadn't appeared since that time two years ago reappeared because of a contact with Claude...

Feeling the danger from Ace's sight, Claude frowned slightly, took a step back, and tried to withdraw his hand: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Ace stared at him, his pupil on the left seemed to be golden-green: "I'll talk about the problem later, Your Excellency the Archdeacon..." He suddenly exerted force on the hand holding Claude, pulling the other's arm Pinned his head behind him.Claude snorted and bowed forward unexpectedly, but Ace pressed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall.

"When making a deal, shouldn't you be honest with each other first?" Ace's eyes were full of furious flames, and his fingers grabbed the edge of Claude's hood, "Should I see... your real face .”

His voice was low and gentle, but with his left hand he took off the obstructing hood without hesitation.

Moonlight streamed in through the wide-open window, and fell on the blonde hair that was as bright as the sun.