[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

This is actually a wonderful misunderstanding.

This team of homeless people has different origins and complex composition, and even the language and culture are very different.Part of the team is Gypsies, and the other part is collectively called Egyptians, but most of them are descendants of Arabs who invaded Egypt hundreds of years ago, and only a very small number are real Egyptians.Gypsies speak Gypsy, Egyptians speak Arabic, and the land they wander in has its own unique language, which can be called French.

The original emerald was carried back by the Egyptians, so it was regarded as the Egyptian side in the team.Because of this, when I searched for the name "Emerald" in my memory, although it didn't feel very formal, Ace still reflexively took it as his own name...but now that I think about it, in French, " Isn't "Esmeralda" just the sound of emerald! !

...I was about to be made to cry by myself...

Ace silently wiped away tears to himself.On the continent of Maris, only different races have different languages. Regardless of skin color, history and culture, human beings use a common language.Although magicians usually practice additional languages ​​such as rune, dragon language, and elf language, it is also for better study of magic, and communication is secondary. When accepting memory, he subconsciously uses the most frequently used language of the original owner. Language compiles memory, who would have thought that they would use more than two languages ​​in their daily life?

However, after solving this question, Ace opened up a new way of thinking.The original owner only knew that he was a stolen child, but he didn't know exactly where he brought it back.If it is named in French, does it mean that his true blood is actually French?

Suppressing the tumbling of his thoughts, Ace sat upright and asked cautiously: "If you had expected this day, why didn't you tell others earlier?"

He refers to his own arrival, and the inexplicable change of identity.After sorting out his memory, Ace was curious about the priest's divination ability, but in essence he didn't believe in anything non-magic.Even the vindictiveness used by swordsmen has the same source as magic in essence, not to mention astrology, which originally comes from the power of the gods?In this world where miracles disappear and magic does not exist, it is undoubtedly unimaginable that a person's fate can be obtained only by the movement of astrology.

"If I told you that the sachet you wear on your chest today is an incomparably valuable asset, and even a talisman for saving your life in the future, would you believe it?" the priest asked rhetorically.

Ace replied without hesitation, "No."

He did wear a sachet on his chest, which the original owner had been carrying with him since he could remember.The sachet was inlaid with green glass beads and exuded a strong smell of camphor. Inside was a small shoe—exquisite workmanship and luxurious materials, which can be called a human work of art.There is also a sentence written on parchment inside, to the effect that with this shoe, he can find his mother.

A child who can be abducted by a half-mad Egyptian woman is not very well guarded by his family, and the possibility of being born in a wealthy village is extremely low.With it, it might be possible to find the lost relatives of Little Emerald, but wealth and life?This is going too far.

The old priest smiled and said: "Indeed, the distant future is never as important as the immediate hope. If you tell a beggar that you can get bread by walking ten meters forward, he will be very happy to do it; But if you tell him that you can get a huge fortune if you wait ten years at the same place, how can he believe it?"

Ace always felt that he seemed to have something in his words, but it was impossible for him to believe what the priest said just now.He adjusted his posture and changed the subject: "Then why did you ask the Grand Duke to bring me here?"

"Nefrit said that he wants to adopt you, but right now, you are not suitable for such an identity." The priest patted his head again and said, "However, I saw that light...it was you masterpiece, isn't it?"

Ace moved aside indiscriminately, trying to stay away from the unclean-looking big hand: "...Yes. I just wanted to heal her wound..."

"Can you do it again?"

... You don't really want to accept him as a disciple, do you?Ace thought hesitantly, and then felt that this is not bad, anyway, the status of the priest is also high, and it is easier to explain his light magic by using the sun god as a guise... He gathered his spiritual power and gathered a bunch of magic power again. shine.This time, due to the restraint of mental power, the light wasn't too strong, but it was very eye-catching when it suddenly appeared in the dark night.

"Is this kid an emissary sent by the devil?" the Grand Duke, who had been paying close attention to this side, couldn't help but muttered in surprise.The Grand Duchess quickly patted him and muttered: "Bah, bah! What nonsense, this is obviously the favor of the Sun God!"

"What's the matter, Your Majesty, is someone doing magic tricks?" People who were drinking on the other side poked their heads one after another.The Grand Duke waved his hand and said majestically: "Nothing! Don't come and disturb me." Then he continued to stare intently at the light in Ace's hand, his face full of novelty.

Ace: "..." Hey, what kind of look is that!Even though I've never seen magic, don't take this as a show, okay?

"It's really nostalgic." The priest touched the soft light and murmured, "When I was young, there was a priest in the temple who had such an ability. He believed in the Sun God all his life and regarded this as a god. The bestowal of... But, you have not prayed and practiced, have you?"

"Guide said that she saw the sun god Ra when she was unconscious." The Grand Duchess interjected.

"Oh——I knew this ability must be bestowed by the Sun God." The priest calmly changed his words, "However, you are a Frenchman..."

"I'm a Frenchman?" Ace's expression turned serious, pretending to be serious, "What the hell is going on? Where did I come from? Why am I here?"

"Paris, the place that brought you back is called Paris." The priest replied, "Someone may still remember where you were brought from, but there is a high possibility that they will never be found again... You are a stolen child , emerald. Your adoptive mother left her son there, 'one thing for one thing', you don't have to worry about your family losing their children."

Ace: "...I heard that the child is one-eyed, hunchbacked, and crippled..."

"Oh, that's okay, 'one thing for one thing'." The priest smiled kindly.

Ace: "..." One thing, your sister, one thing! !

The Grand Duchess interrupted again: "I think that the poor woman is very likely to throw the child away."

"That's not something we should care about. The sinner, Naphons, has already paid the price for her mistakes..."

"...No, her name is Qiao Nali, Lord Sacrifice."

"Oh, these are not important." The priest said very calmly, "The important thing is that I have a successor..."

"With all due respect, Lord Sacrifice," the Grand Duke said unhappily, "If that's the case, why didn't you adopt this child when you named him? If he will definitely become your successor."

"I expected all of this, but it wasn't the right time, Doris the Sinner..."

"It's Qiao Nali, my lord."

"It's not important..." the priest said, and suddenly fell silent, "But we must admit that fate sometimes fools people..."

After saying this, he seemed to be planning to keep silent, and turned around to face the bonfire quietly in a trance.

"This old man is pretending to be dead again." The Grand Duke muttered disrespectfully, and looked at Ace again: "So, to be honest, would you rather be my adopted son, or his successor?"

"Oh! Marcia, do you agree?" The Grand Duchess raised her arms ecstatically.

"I haven't said anything yet."

"No, I just think you said..."

"I didn't say anything..."

"Say it, Marcia! Just admit it..."

As they talked, the couple, whose combined age was over a hundred years old, became blatantly bored.The priest glanced at them with a smile, stood up, and stretched out his hand to Ace: "Come on, kid... let's go to rest in the tent. Where are your things? Do you want to pack up?"

"..." Ace shook his head silently, and held the priest's hand.

Starting tomorrow... he will officially become an emerald.