[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

When he decided to hook up with Phoebus, Esco never thought that he would be sent to prison by this idea one day... His hands were tied tightly with ropes, and he was pushed and shoved into the Palace of Justice and imprisoned. In the underground prison.

The wooden prison door was locked with a clatter of iron chains, and after a few words of pretentious threats through the railing, the person who brought him turned around and left.The environment of the prison is not very good, not to mention that it is underground, cold and damp, and there is a musty smell coming from the nostrils... In addition to the shenyin of other prisoners, there is the rattling of suspected rats.Dim light came from around the corner, and Ace approached the cell door and glanced out, where a jailer was sitting listlessly dozing off.

This experience is really novel... Ace lowered his head silently, and with a slight movement of his bandaged fingers, the rope spontaneously fell off his wrist and fell to the ground.He was locked in a rather remote corner, far away from other prisoners, which made it easier for him to use magic.

It is easy to get out from here, but the difficulty lies in how to deal with the aftermath... And until now he has not been able to figure out why Phoebus would do such a thing?

Obviously something happened between Phoebes and Claude, and it should be Claude who had the upper hand... But he didn't seem to know Claude's true identity, so he had a misunderstanding, thinking that there was a relationship between the two of them. They have colluded with each other for a long time, and all their actions are to humiliate themselves...

Ace mopped his cheeks, bemoaning how attractive he was.Love and hate, although he has long been used to it, but after so many times, it still feels overwhelming.

Well, he thought about it... The last time he was blackhanded, he seemed to have rejected the rumors of "Ace Deity Advanced Dharma God" that spread all over the mainland that night after Emperor Odin...

... Ace's face darkened.

Emperor Odin has no way to retaliate for the time being, but Phoebus... Since he dared to trap himself in, he had to be prepared to be tricked himself too!

Ace completely forgot why Phoebus got him in, and began to seriously consider how much weight he held in his hand.He can't cause trouble for the wanderers, and he has to ensure that he can enter the Holy See smoothly. Claude also needs to pay attention to it. It always feels strange to be such a cheating son as a father...

After thinking about it, he crushed a gem and used the Eye of Horus to create an illusion of sitting on a wooden bed.The magic power needs to be saved for the time being, he has to carry out several long-distance space teleportation...

Ace's first stop was to the Hermit.Because it had been a long time since he had contacted him, the spiritual imprint left on the hermit's body had dissipated a lot, and it took him a lot of effort to determine the location of the other party and teleport over there.Fortunately, the monks now have the habit of staying behind closed doors at night, otherwise if someone sees them, it will be troublesome to explain.

A white light suddenly lit up in the dimly lit room, and the hermit who was studying the "Old Testament" was immediately attracted.When he saw that it was Ace, a look of gratitude and surprise appeared on his face: "Your Majesty..."

"Keep quiet." Esby gestured quietly, "Where are Francis and the others?"

The hermit shook his head: "They went to a banquet...do I need to call them back?"

"No need." Ace said indifferently, "I can't stay out for too long this time... I remember Wen Erik seems to have said that you will arrive in Paris in October?"

The hermit asked respectfully, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Ace succinctly talked about his being thrown into prison—of course ignoring the part about fooling around with Phoebus, and focused on his suspicion of Claude: "...It seems that he not only does not You welcome my birth and hate my existence."

The hermit couldn't help but said: "However, if he knows the identity of Your Majesty..."

Ace glanced at him with a half-smile.The monk fell silent again, and said after a while: "Perhaps it is God's will. Before you there is Jesus Christ..."

Ace frowned, realizing that this was a good opportunity to brainwash.He asked softly: "Do you really think that the will of the Heavenly Father can influence the people on earth? If so, why was Christ born? Why did Michael and Raphael risk their lives before me and try to Born in the world? And why, there are so many heretics in this world, and there are more people who are unwilling to follow the rules?"

Michael is just a reasonable supplement to his own existence by Ace, because Christ has died for more than 1000 years, and a "messenger of God" who suddenly appeared after such a long time will always make people suspicious ...But if an angel came to the world every few hundred years, but died accidentally, it wouldn't seem too abrupt.

Although Metatron is not recognized by the Holy See, if it is handled well, this is a good opportunity to expand the power of the Holy See... Sixtus IV will not let it go easily.Mutual benefit is the default premise for cooperation between them.

As for whether Ace is the legendary Metatron, it is not so important-as long as he can always use the power of the light system, even if he is not an angel, the Holy See will try to package him as an angel.After all, the world is not dominated by the Holy See, and there is still a difference between fanatical beliefs and ordinary believers...

But this is only the intention and use of the Holy See. Ace does not deny that it is part of the cooperation, but he hopes that the initiative will be in his own hands.He set himself the goal of becoming the pope, just to use the power of the Holy See to obtain the most resources, so as to ensure that he can have enough power as soon as possible to return to the continent of Maris—but a person who only exists as a symbol of faith There is still a fundamental difference between a pope with real power and a pope with real power.

In other words, if Sixtus IV wanted to use him to achieve certain goals, it was fine; but if he wanted to control him... then he had to try whose fist was bigger.

The hermit didn't answer for a long time, before he said, "Then... what do you want me to do?"

Ace smiled.

"You don't need anything...you just need to report this matter to the Pope truthfully."

After leaving from the hermit, Ace thought about it, and returned home following the spiritual imprint he had set before.Although the mummy bandages provided by the priests have magical abilities, they have the same characteristics of wear and tear as all cloth.When the patrolmen tied their hands, the bandages were damaged a lot.This time I don't know how long I will be locked up, so I always take a little more and take it away.

After that, he had to tell the priest... Ace wrapped the bandage around his finger with a sullen face, and sighed deeply.The vagabonds are fine with everything else, except that they are too enthusiastic... If they knew that he was taken away by a group of French soldiers for murder and put in prison, they might do something radical.

He was just about to go out when he heard a knock on the door: "Doctor George? Is Dr. George there?"

...is that Olivier?

Ace raised his eyebrows, picked up the cloak to cover himself, and opened the door.

There were two people standing outside, one was Olivier in a cloak, and the other was the priest Ace was thinking about just now.

The priest's face was not very good, but when he saw Ace, he was obviously relieved.He said helplessly, "I was going for a walk outside, but this gentleman insisted on pulling me to see you..."

Ace took a step back, "Come in."

Mr. Olivier came in, but the priest said, "I'll take care of the beauty..."

"Wait, Paddy Amon," Ace stopped him, "Let the beauties be handed over to Hakemu and the others to take care of them, and tell them that they can perform any show, but be careful not to be discovered. Wait a few minutes Let's talk about it when I come back."

As if he already knew about it, the priest didn't show the slightest surprise, nodded and said, "I will tell them."

Mr. Olivier exclaimed in surprise: "Why, you want to go out!?"

"Some things need to be dealt with." Ace closed the door and walked back to the wooden table, "What, what's the matter? Have you used all the hair loss recipes I gave you last time?"

"Of course," Mr. Olivier said angrily, "your secret recipe is amazing. Indeed, I didn't lose my hair any more, but the ones that had already fallen didn't grow back!"

"I'm just telling you that it can cure hair loss. Who said it can help hair growth?" Ace shrugged and said ironically, "If the imperial hairdresser can use his own name to see a doctor without paying , then I also have the right to choose whether to let your hair grow or lose your hair."

"..." Mr. Olivier blushed with anger and almost cursed, "...you made me stand in front of the king for a month smelling like horse manure!"

"Did I tell you to disgust the king?" Ace asked in surprise.

Oliver: "..."

"It seems that you are not very happy to see me." Ace changed his tone, leaned on the table, and said coldly, "It's just that, I don't really want to see you... If there is nothing else, please Quickly let your poor hair go among the mates it deserves."

Olivier's face turned red and then pale, clenched his fists tightly, and asked after a while: "Are you going away?"

"Yes."

"You are gone, what about that... king?"

"Whatever he wants to do." Ace's tone was very awkward, and he waved his hands in disgust, "That's the king of France, why can't he even find a doctor? He doesn't necessarily need me, but I do He may be needed very much, how do you say I should choose?"

The irony made M. Olivier unable to lift his head.He vented his anger after holding back for a long time, and could only say, "Don't worry about my rudeness before! I have personally experienced your medical skills, of course I know you have this ability..."

Ace asked in surprise, "You mean if I cure your hair loss, I can cure the king's strange disease?"

M. Oliver nodded.

"In other words, since a barber can cut off other people's excess hair, he must also be able to cut off their life span." Ace said sarcastically, "Mr. Olivier, I think you have a long-lived face. Do you need me to check your palm reading for you?"

Surprisingly, Olivier resisted this kind of bombing, and his attitude became more humble: "What happened before is all my fault, but please go and see the king..."

Ace sneered: "How is the king?"

"It's not very good." Mr. Olivier said worriedly, "I just got sick yesterday, and I gave Dr. Jacques five hundred livres as a reward. When I went out tonight, my face was fine, but it was only more than an hour. After he came back from the outside, he became weak as if he had suddenly aged ten years... I'm worried that if this continues, his lifespan will be damaged..."

Ace raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "The barber will never lose his job."

"Thanks to your praise, this is the only skill I can do." Mr. Olivier said calmly, "But saving a king is completely different from saving a beggar. If you can become the king's doctor, you will get more than you imagined..."

"What if I want to be king?" Ace asked suddenly.

Mr. Olivier was stunned: "...this..."

Ace's face darkened.He thought of the emperor of the Hokuriku Odin Dynasty... As the supreme leader of a country, they always have all kinds of privileges that they know or don't know.As long as you say a word, or even show your "need", others will eagerly help them fulfill their wishes...

— This is power.

"The Pope..." he whispered, and his voice returned to normal, "Let's talk about it after a while, I don't think he will die for a while."

Mr. Olivier was kicked out of the hard-to-find hut, and after being stunned for a long time, he sighed and walked towards his home.As he walked, he suddenly recalled a detail—how did it feel that Dr. George's voice was different from before?

However, it seems that I have heard it somewhere...

Mr. Olivier thought hard for a while, and finally decided to ignore this, and continue to squat in the stable and secretly paste horse manure.

After driving Olivier away, Ace left a letter on the table, succinctly stated his plan, and then left for the next stop.

It was almost nine o'clock when I came out of the prison, and it was almost eleven o'clock when I left the Palace of Miracles.It was quite late, and according to the normal people's work and rest time, it was time to go to bed and sleep.

Ace doesn't feel guilty about disturbing other people's dreams, because in his opinion, it is right for the other person to not sleep well. If he is allowed to sleep soundly all night until dawn, it will make Ace feel very uncomfortable.

——However, that person is not Phoebus... He had no relationship with Phoebe in the first place, but because the other person's appearance and personality were more to his liking, he wanted to develop further.Now that the other party cut off the way of development by himself and showed a look of enmity with him, Ace had no choice but to be an enemy with him.

The person he wanted to meet was Claude.

Claude's personality is very distinct.He is good at talking, but he doesn't speak often, but is a taciturn person.He has no friends, doesn't have a good relationship with his relatives, has a suspicious personality, and has a serious cleanliness addiction.Such a person, even if there is any emotion in his heart, he will not be noticed by others.It is precisely because of this that when they encounter something difficult to solve or emotionally agitated, they will always start talking to themselves involuntarily, in a state of severe narcissism, and all reactions to the outside world become dull.

If Claude really ordered him to be arrested, he must not have rested yet.

Sure enough, when Ace followed the spiritual imprint to the top of the North Bell Tower of Notre Dame, he clearly saw the faint light coming from the crack in the door.

—Claude is inside.

Ace turned the key in the lock and walked in.

The person he wanted to see was standing in front of the bookshelf, looking up at the books on his head, as if thinking about which one to take down.The half-length blond hair streamed down from his shoulders like a ray of sunlight, the delicately curved side face, and the beautiful auricles fell in Ace's eyes, and he didn't look like a middle-aged man who was almost 40 years old.

Sensing Ace's gaze, he turned his head.However, Ace applied an invisibility technique to himself in time, and was not caught by Claude.

Claude frowned, put down the book in his hand and walked towards the door.He opened the door and took a look outside before he said to himself, "Is it a coincidence?"

Without saying a word, Ace quietly moved two steps inside.

Claude went back and picked up the thick book.But after turning two pages, his hand stopped again, and he said something softly.

……what did he say?

The other party's volume was just enough for Ace to hear, but he couldn't hear clearly.Out of curiosity, Ace took two steps closer, ready to listen to what he was saying, was it a summary of today's situation, or a confession of what he had done?

Claude put his hand on the "Bible", and the other hand on his chest.He whispered: "..."

Ace: "..."

What the hell is this! ?Why can't he understand! ! ?

In addition to the languages ​​of other ethnic groups on the continent of Maris, the only language is the common language of the continent invented by humans.However, this continent, which is less than [-]% of Marris, has hundreds of language classifications. Ace can recognize the four original languages ​​of Emerald, but he can't tell what Claude is saying. .

Ace has always felt that he is a person who is not very curious, but it is always a torment not being able to understand what Claude is saying... He moved around and approached Claude quietly from behind, trying to pronounce his words Hear you better.Even if he can't understand it himself, he can find someone to translate it tomorrow.

However, he had just approached, and before he could hear what Claude was saying, the other party suddenly stopped reading, remained silent for a few seconds, and said in a strange tone: "...you sprayed your breath on my neck."

Ace: "..."

... The promised narcissism! ! ! !