[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

It is very difficult to quiet these people, because everyone who can see Ace's face is talking about him, while those who can't see his face are pushing forward desperately, trying to watch the "handsome" in the mouth of the bystanders. Be like a devil" boy.Ace's adoptive mothers occupy the most advantageous positions, and naturally become obstacles in the eyes of others. However, their strong and stalwart bodies firmly form a city wall, fiercely preventing others from crossing.

--joke!How could they allow their emeralds to be watched like monkeys!

Ace sat on the stool leisurely, and even crossed his legs casually, accepting others' scrutiny indifferently.It's just being surrounded by crowds. When he was in Maris Continent, when did the magister Ace Melaorda go out without crazy fans blocking the road?

However, it was too early for these people to be surprised... Ace raised the corners of his lips slightly.Soon... there will be something that will surprise them even more.

Several officials sitting at the long table began to wipe the sweat from their foreheads.Judges, magistrates, judges, prosecutors...all of them are decent gentlemen with status, status, and high moral character. They always put on their own airs and have their own arrogance—but now, this All was gone.

These gentlemen have long been accustomed to all legal procedures, and know when and what judgment should be passed on whom.They originally thought about it before the trial today, but when they saw Ace...

The Mr. Judge in the red robe couldn't help whispering: "Damn it! Why do I seem to see a familiar expression..."

The Inquisitor sitting next to him also whispered: "Why, you think so too?"

All the people sitting on the trial seat wiped their sweat at the same time.

"It's so similar." Mr. Xia Molu, the prosecutor of the church court, murmured, "It's not that they look very similar, but that expression..."

They looked at each other.The judge asked in a low voice, "Has any of you recently seen... that person?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"Great, great..." the judge said to himself with a sad face, "what should I do..."

The gentlemen looked at each other and already had an idea in their minds.The president immediately announced the opening of the court and decided to settle the case quickly.The previous decisions were all overturned, and for the sake of conservatism, they decided to adopt a judgment that is not usually used.

After hastily reading the case, the public prosecutor began to read the complaint.Ace listened briefly, and the indictment was not very biased, it just described that a certain person did certain things to a certain person at a certain time on a certain day in a certain month—for example, he did something to Phoebus. , the charge of prosecution is "murder".Although it wasn't actually his hand that moved...

At this moment, he felt a familiar gaze.Complicated gazes full of hatred and disgust, but seemed to be mixed with some kind of emotion...

He raised his head and smiled slightly in that direction.

Claude, who was wearing a black robe that reached his feet and a black hood, was standing behind the crowd, his face hidden in the shadows.However, no matter how low-key he was dressed, the blond hair that was as bright as the sun still flowed a little from his ears, allowing Ace to easily identify his position.

Perhaps it was because they had already formally met, and Claude never thought about covering up his whereabouts.He stood in the crowd, staring at Ace with gloomy eyes, as if he wanted to witness his end with his own eyes.

On the other side of the crowd, a young man with brilliant blond hair was discussing the case with the people next to him: "...It's probably a witchcraft case, and people from the church court have also appeared."

"Well, John, it looks like you know about it," said the lanky, equally blond young man next to him. "So do you know the prisoner?"

The person who talked to Claude's "brother" John was named Pierre Gringoire. He was an orphan, and in a sense he was Claude's apprentice—although Claude never taught him alchemy, He didn't teach him the various precepts of the church, but he taught him all the literary knowledge he knew.But after he felt that Gringoire could become a teacher, Claude kicked him out of his protection without hesitation. As a result, this poor young man can only use his "talent" to make ends meet.

Although the two knew the same person, they had never known each other.Today, seeing too many people gathered in front of the Palace of Justice, Gringoire was curious and asked someone to inquire about each other's identities.

John said mysteriously: "If you have two centimes to buy me a drink, I can tell you his identity."

"Come on! The wind has blown holes in my trouser pockets." Gringoire replied, "Looks like you know each other?"

"Not only do I know it, but my good brother does too." John's expression became serious, "and I guess he sent this poor beauty to prison."

Gringoire was surprised: "You call him a beauty? But he is a man..."

"Can you find a better description?"

Gringoire was at a loss for words, and he said after a while: "You said that Archdeacon Frollo sent him to prison... Is there any grievance between them?"

"Who knows?" John shrugged and turned his head, "I only know that my good brother had a date with him!"

The procedure in court has reached the step of evidence collection.The judge shouted to silence the people below so that they could hear the testimony of the witnesses.

The person standing in the middle of the courtroom was the old woman Farodale.She was very old, her clothes hung like a pile of rags, and the wrinkles on her face did not match the folds of her skirt.After taking the oath, she began to talk about it, first introducing herself, then boasting, and introducing her hotel by the way-everyone knew what it was for.

The officers had no time to listen to her nonsense, and impatiently urged her to get to the point.The old lady Farudelle spoke calmly, and finally talked about the part that everyone cared about: "...that night, two people came into the store, both dressed in decent clothes, dressed like gentlemen...but one Although the man was an officer, he didn't have a sword; the other man was dressed decently, but I knew that he was going to do something bad because of his appearance—he was obviously an Egyptian, a descendant of the devil..."

It's good that she didn't mention her looks, but when she mentioned her looks, the officials sitting above all looked a little unnatural: "..."

"They asked for a room, they walked in, they didn't know what they were doing, it couldn't be anything serious anyway... Then came a man in a black robe, God behold, his voice was the most I've ever heard in my life The strangest sound is like the echo of the devil's hooves on the cutlery." The old woman said nonsense, "Seeing him makes me feel even more strange, and he still goes to find that Egyptian man in proper citizen's clothes." Man... they haven't come out for a long time, I feel very strange - my lords, you all know what I do at the end of the Saint-Michel ... So I called the patrol guards and asked them to knock on the door to see - —”

"Wait a minute, did you call the guards?" the church prosecutor asked.

The old woman Farodale nodded.A commentator raised his voice and said: "I want to provide a piece of evidence. Someone else called the guards. The old lady arrived after a long time."

The chief judge indicated that he could speak, but the reviewer said, "I have to ask Mr. Fei Di. That is not his patrol area, why did he just pass by there with soldiers?"

"Then let Mr. Ferdy come up and give evidence," said the President.

"No need, my lords," the old woman said quickly, as if she was afraid that someone would steal her limelight, "I can testify that my words are completely true... Let me continue, my lords—in short, I feel something is wrong , called the patrolling adults, only to find the officer lying in a pool of blood, and the Egyptian was holding a dagger in his hand, and the other hand hadn't had time to move away from the officer."

"Oh, so I was caught on the spot and saw the scene of the murder." The clerk muttered and wrote it down.The president continued to ask: "Old lady Farudelle, do you have anything else to say to this court?"

The old woman Farodale shook her head: "No, my lord. However, the indictment mentions a situation. It describes my house as a stinking house in a slum, which is too much. My house Although it is not a grand house, it is because there are too many people..."

"Silence." The chief judge said with a straight face, "The defendant is invited to present evidence..."

The lawyer looked at the chief judge in astonishment, this was not included in the agreed procedure!Haven't they already booked the death penalty for this odious Egyptian? ?

However, since the judge had already said so, and seemed to have no intention of going back on his word, the lawyer had no choice but to shut his mouth honestly, and apologized to his mysterious client in his heart.That person only asked for Ace not to escape the punishment of the gallows, but no one knows who has the initiative better than the lawyer himself...

Ace frowned slightly, and began to be a little confused about the situation.He originally thought that Claude did it secretly, but the judge just said another person's name... If Claude really instructed him secretly, he would never be caught.Although he doesn't know much about Claude, Ace is still confident in this point.

Not Claude... then who could it be?Ace couldn't help but glanced at the crowd - this time, he found something was wrong.A girl dressed in maid's clothes and a veil, whose temperament is incompatible with the surroundings, is standing in the corner, watching the situation in the court from a distance.

It seems familiar...

Ace couldn't help but look at her a few more times, and was about to activate the ability of the Eye of Horus, but Tutankhamun's voice suddenly sounded in his consciousness: "...What are you doing!? You are in prison !? Someone is going to judge you!?"

He asked three questions in a row, each question louder than the last.Ace couldn't help frowning slightly, and replied, "You don't know?"

"How would I know!" Tutankhamun said violently, "What's going on here?"

Ace's gaze became gloomy—because Tutankhamun has always shown that he knew his behavior well, and each appearance was so appropriate, although the number of appearances in the two years may not add up to fifty times, but The irregular appearance made Ace think that he was always staying in his left eye as a bystander...

But now, Tutankhamun said that he didn't know what was going on now! ?It has been a month since Ace entered the prison, and it has been almost forty days since I last saw him... What was Tutankhamun doing during this time?He...has he really been sober all the time as he guessed?

...if not...

Ace lowered his eyes, his expression was cold: "Tutankhamun... Are you really, just a weapon spirit?"