[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Ace hadn't planned to confront Claude head-on.He just wanted to get to the bottom of it, wondering if this cheap father was the one behind his arrest.If not Claude, who called the patrol?If Claude did it... Then why does he hate himself so much?

Before tonight, every time he thought of that disgusting gaze, Ace felt curious and interesting; however, after tonight, when he thought of Claude staring at him with that gaze, Ace felt Faintly excited...

The distance between him and Claude is indeed a little closer now, so close that he can easily see the fair skin gradually submerged in the black material through the ripped neckline of the priest's black robe.His eyes stayed on the cold white for a moment, and Ace's voice became hoarse: "How?"

Claude frowned slightly: "...Your Excellency..."

"Can't you tell who I am?...Claude." Ace exhaled harshly in his ear, and his bandaged fingers lightly landed on the snow-white neck.Feeling the other party's involuntary trembling, he moved closer: "So... guess what?"

Claude is Emerald's father, and also his blood-related "father"... But when facing this cheap father, Ace couldn't look at him with the eyes of his father.Maybe it's because his appearance is too young, or maybe it's because he fits Ace's aesthetics perfectly...

Shroud of the Pharaoh and Claude the Walking Dead.A thought suddenly popped into Ace's mind.It matches unexpectedly.

The fingers that stopped on the page were curled up slightly, Claude gritted his teeth and said, "Your Excellency..."

"Use this kind of voice to call out such an unfamiliar name... Don't you think it's inappropriate?" The voice was a little too low, and even the chest trembled, "Think about it...who do you most want to see right now? Woolen cloth?"

Claude trembled involuntarily, and clenched his hands into fists: "... Quasimodo?"

"..."

Who the hell is Quasimodo? ! !

Ace's whole body is in a mess, and it only needs a gust of wind to sway.Isn't it time to say his name in a tone of nostalgia, hatred, surprise, or no surprise! ?What the hell is Quasimodo? !The atmosphere created with great difficulty was broken so easily! !

However, no matter how messy the mood is, there is no way to stop the sudden warning signs.Ace withdrew his hands suddenly, leaned back, and his upper body was just at a parallel angle to the ground.And there was a hand stopped less than three centimeters before his eyes, and he took it back after a few breaths: "...is there no one?"

Before Ace could breathe a sigh of relief, the hand waved again.This time, it was almost only a centimeter away, and the hand was able to brush the tip of Ace's nose...

A bead of sweat trickled down from Ace's forehead.

"Did I feel wrong?" Claude said to himself, his suspicious eyes scanned every corner of the room, but he couldn't find any problems.

Before the hand fell down, Ace maintained that posture and moved himself away from Claude's attack range with difficulty.Although the invisibility technique can create a non-existent effect visually, he still has a substance in essence... If he is touched by Claude, he will definitely find something, and then he will not be able to escape smoothly.

He can take the initiative to contact Claude, and even let him know that the person who appears here is himself, but he can only make him think that he is dreaming, but not let him realize that he can use magic... The hatred in Claude's eyes is not It's not a lie, he does have some kind of malice towards Ace, and his gaze even makes Ace believe that as long as there is a chance, Claude will definitely push himself to a dead end without hesitation.

——For example, this time... Although it is not sure whether Claude called the patrol, but there is no doubt that if Ace will get a trial, then he will do his best to make the result of the trial closer on the bad side.

What's even more tragic is that the "victim" Phoebus now wants to take revenge on Ace, and even if Ace can make him change his mind, Claude must have enough means to make him bite the bullet...

A faint sense of excitement welled up in his heart, and Ace's eyes became hot.Claude was indeed more difficult than he imagined...

Claude was keenly aware of Ace's gaze, and turned around vigilantly: "Who!?"

"I thought you already guessed my name... Claude." Ace flicked his fingers and used a small spell to make his voice ring directly in Claude's ear.His voice is full of regret, and it seems to have a vague temptation: "Don't forget, you pushed me into the abyss with your own hands, Claude..."

Claude slowly clenched his fists, the familiar hatred appeared in Ace's eyes: "... Esmeralda."

"I've always wondered why I have such a feminine name." Ace said softly, as if talking to himself, "'Emerald', right? Maybe the origin of the name is indeed mine. Eyes, it may be random... But anyway, you should know that I am a boy, and I shouldn't have such a woman's name."

Claude pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.He didn't waver at all, but his gaze began to change involuntarily—disgust turned into hatred, and he seemed to be recalled by Ace's words.

"Obviously I know I'm a boy, but why did I choose such a name..." Ace noticed his expression, and continued to speak softly, "I've always been curious about this question, and it wasn't until I met you that this question was answered ...You, wish I was a girl?"

There was a slight shock on Claude's face.Ace confirmed his guess, and mockingly said: "Or...you just hate me who was born as a boy, so you want me to change gender?"

Claude's face finally changed.

"You don't understand anything at all..."

"I don't need to understand anything." Ace interrupted him, quietly said, "I just need to know...you abandoned me, who was only one year old, in the Egyptian camp and handed over to a crazy woman Bringing up, that's enough."

Claude pursed his lips and lowered his head.Ace frowned, confused.According to the situation just now, Claude was obviously hit by his words... The emerald is probably more like a threat to the vicar.

He has an aura similar to that of a hermit, and it can be seen that he is usually a very self-disciplined person and abides by a certain code of conduct.Abandoning an innocent baby is not something he should do normally, so it is the "threat" he feels from Emerald that makes him make such a move?But what could sex threaten him with? ... If it is a boy, it will be sent away... Then if it is a girl, will Claude still let the emerald stay?

Parents abandon their children for nothing more than poverty and reputation, but what have these two things to do with sex...

Esbet couldn't figure it out, so he couldn't help asking: "...Why?"

"Do you want to ask why I abandoned you, or why you were born?" Claude raised his head and said sarcastically, "All of this is God's will... and I just followed God's guidance and did it It's just what I'm supposed to do."

Ace couldn't help sneering: "Can you convince yourself of this reason?"

"After seeing you, I think what I did was right, and that's enough." Claude said coldly.

A wave of anger welled up spontaneously.Ace stared at Claude, and said word by word: "Then now, I also want to do something that I think is right."

He approached Claude step by step, and finally stopped in front of him.As long as he raises his arm, he can strangle Claude's neck, or a simple spell can make Claude disappear from this world...

If Claude stood in his position, he would definitely do so without hesitation.However, Ace didn't make unnecessary movements, just lowered his head slightly, and pressed a kiss on the other's lips like a superficial touch.

"Good night, my... father."

By the time Claude recovered from the shock, he could no longer feel the breath of other people in this room.

If it wasn't for the force flowing in his veins still reminding him, he couldn't even be sure if he just had a dream...

Claude looked around, bent down and took out a jar from the bottom of the bookcase.

Soaked in the blood-like liquid, is a pair of terrifying and vivid black eyeballs.

"Esmeralda..." He sighed authentically, tightening his hands holding the jar.

Already... nothing could stop him.

-

After arranging the way out, Ace lived a life of reclusive life with peace of mind.During the day, he stayed in the cold and damp prison to train his mental strength, and simulated the effects of magic in the environment of the Eye of Horus. At night, he played an illusion and returned to his home to rest.In order not to be discovered by others, he didn't even see the priest during this time - although he was sure that the priest must have expected such a day.

Parisians always start the legal process slowly, in order to get more benefits from the various links of this judicial process.By the time Ace was finally brought to court, a month had passed.

Ace's disappearance is no surprise in the eyes of the homeless.The priest is a weird person, and it is only natural that Ace, as his only disciple, has some eccentricities.Anyway, it’s just that no one knows where he is hiding, and Ace has never left behind a large team—so after a few surprises, the wanderers gradually got used to this, and they didn’t pay much attention to Ace’s disappearance up.

But it's just that the men don't pay much attention to it. The girls in Huaichun and Ace's large number of adoptive mothers are very concerned about Ace's whereabouts.A month ago when Ace was doing experiments at home, the girls almost tore the only few good clothes that Halimu had. This only appeared once, and then disappeared suddenly. feeling impatient?

The foster mother group headed by the Grand Duchess is discussing where Ace might be every day, ordering their younger children to help find him.But after searching for a whole month, there was no trace of Ace. They gradually became anxious, and finally on this night, they sent several representatives to block the priest and press him about Ace's whereabouts.

Maybe because he saw that he couldn't handle these women at all, Padiamon said wittily: "I don't know where he is, but if you go to the Palace of Justice tomorrow afternoon, you will definitely see him."

The wanderers still trust the priest's divination ability.So in the afternoon of the second day, they collectively ran to the Palace of Justice.

A group of people had already gathered outside the gate of the Palace of Justice, all of them were poor and boring ordinary citizens, huddled by the gate and waiting to watch the excitement.Relying on their strong physique and united spirit, the adoptive mother group successfully squeezed into the innermost end when the crowd was surging, occupying the most favorable viewing position.

At the end of the long winding corridor was a low door, and behind the low door was the dark hall of judgment.Its layout fully reflects the solemnity and majesty of the judiciary. The flickering ax blade, jumping candlelight, walls and seats shrouded in darkness... will undoubtedly create a sense of oppression for criminals.Interrogation in this environment, there is no need to worry about the prisoner will not confess.

The hall was now packed with audiences, and the tables were filled with bureaucrats who had come to participate in the interrogation.Relying on his height, Guy stood on tiptoe looking for Ace.Suddenly she exclaimed: "Emerald—over there!"

A few minutes ago, Ace was put in shackles and escorted from the prison to the Palace of Justice on the ground to accept his trial.When Guyd called out, he was sitting on the chair in the dock, and the old god was looking at the adults sitting on it.

After hearing Guy's voice, he turned his head, facing the direction where the Grand Duchess and the others were.In order not to worry them, he smiled and blinked, indicating that nothing would happen to him.

The Grand Duchess shook her head at him with a distrustful expression.Ace also shook his head, saying that he doesn't need their help for the time being—just kidding, can he still let this group of women soldiers help him rob the prison?

He has already made all the preparations that need to be made... Now, he just needs to wait and seize the opportunity.

Ace lowered his eyes and smiled comfortably.

A fat man sitting at the top wiped the sweat from his brow, and announced slowly: "Everyone, please be quiet, our trial is now beginning."