[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Ace has always been a person with a strong purpose and a good planner.It was completely accidental that he came into contact with the hermit at the beginning, but he quickly realized that this matter could be used. He came into contact with the Holy See through the hermit, and successfully communicated with the highest leader of the Holy See, Pope Sixtus. Si IV reached a basic agreement.

For Ace, the identity of "Metatron" must be maintained, and for the Pope himself, even if Ace is not Metatron, he must now ensure that he is Metatron .

——Even if there is no Holy See, Ace can still live a prosperous life in this world under the title of "Messenger of Amon God" or even "Son of the Sun God", but it will take a little more time.The Pope has reasons why he has to grab Ace—his time is running out, and the Holy See has become dirtier and uglier than the secular world.

Compared with his predecessors, Sixtus IV may not be a particularly accomplished pope, but he does have the desire to develop the Papal State and even the Holy See better.At the beginning of his succession, in order to achieve his wishes, he used some methods that would be criticized by the world; but now, more than ten years later, when he is old and unable to control government affairs, what he used before The various disadvantages of his actions were clearly revealed... Even before his eyes, there was a cruel reality that he had never dared to imagine before—the Holy See, with its extensive influence and high prestige, seemed to have followed thousands of years of development. Time has washed away, and it has gradually become an empty shell with a gorgeous appearance and a moth inside.

The clergy who surrounded the Pope every day would probably never have imagined that the old man would actually feel tormented because of this.He tried to make changes in the last few years of his reign and bring in new blood to the Holy See, so he appointed his trusted nephew Giuliano to handle affairs.However, he soon discovered that Giuliano seemed to be planning something against him all the time. Instead of achieving what he expected, he secretly recruited a group of cardinals and ordinary bishops, and even mixed with the notorious Cardinal Xibo. Together, it seems that they intend to help each other sit on the position of the next pope...

If there is no Ace, Sixtus IV may accept this result, watching how the Holy See becomes more smoky, while waiting for the call of the kingdom of heaven in torment.However, at this time, Ace happened to appear... After the hermit reported his miraculous experience to Prince Frederick, the prince almost immediately realized that the opportunity was coming, and sent Wen Erlik to test it out. Reported the matter to the Pope.Both parties have needs for each other, so they hit it off, trying to maximize the benefits from each other.

The step of the gallows is dangerous for the Holy See, but for Ace it is a good opportunity given by God.Reputation and everything else are secondary, and it is what Ace needs more to be able to take this opportunity to prove to the Pope that good luck is on his side, so as to ensure that no matter what happens, he can obtain the greatest trust and support.Therefore, he needs to meet the hermit once without everyone knowing, on the one hand to show the "sacred sign", on the other hand, he can also ensure that the plan is foolproof.

Ace dug out a roll of bandages from the bottom of the box, cut one off to wrap around his hands, and put an emerald pendant into his pocket.After making sufficient preparations, he concentrated on feeling the spiritual imprint he had placed on the hermit, and the magic power flowed, teleporting over.

It's late at night, but Ace's timing is right.The hermit was filled with apprehension that he had not been able to prevent the execution of the hanging.Originally, he should have fallen asleep at ten o'clock, but now it was one o'clock in the middle of the night, but he was still kneeling in front of the cross and praying.In order to welcome this distinguished guest, Louis XI specially prepared a beautiful room and a wonderful crucifix for him, but the hermit always felt that what he saw was not Jesus crucified on the cross, but Ace's neck. With the appearance of wearing a noose, his always firm heart can't help but shake.

The distance of teleportation is always a bit off, and this time Ace happened to be in the corridor outside the monk's window.Through the gap in the window, he saw the dancing candlelight, so he reached out and opened the window, and jumped in from the outside: "Good night, Brother Paul."

The hermit almost thought he was hallucinating.He turned around in surprise and said again and again: "God! Are you real?"

"Could it be phantoms or ghosts standing in front of you?" Ace laughed and teased, "If that's the case, angels are too worthless."

"Please forgive me for not being able to help seeing you as an illusion at this time," the hermit said frankly, "because I can't help but see you as an ordinary young man, rather than someone who really has great abilities. Angel. But now I have no doubts, you are indeed blessed by God!"

"Listen, Brother Paul, I don't intend to criticize your cognition, but the times are different. The principles that were applicable in the age of the Messiah may not still be applicable in this age." Ace held an inscrutable expression. Face, said lightly, "In the age of Messiah, the people were gullible and simple, and it was not long before all kinds of miracles were annihilated. He had enough time to spread teachings and establish prestige. But in this age, if you want to To spread your own thoughts, you must convince the people that only you are their savior, and no one can take your place. It used to be an era when evidence can create prestige, but now it is an era where prestige can create evidence. If the messiah could turn things around by coming again, why would God have me on earth?"

The hermit couldn't help but said, "I understand that you are right, but have things really gotten so bad?"

Ace's voice softened: "Have you been in contact with the Pope for so many years, haven't you realized the seriousness of the situation?"

The monk was silent.Ace said with a smile, "There is one thing I want to ask you to help."

He needed the help of a monk to act in a play, but he knew that the old man was too simple-minded, and he probably couldn't show much acting skills, so he briefly introduced his plan.He is preparing to "return to the flesh" on the third day, which may require the presence of a monk.The hermit mistakenly thought that he was not in the form of a human being, but had returned to his original appearance, and that he would go on a trip to hell for a few days before returning to the world like Jesus, so he agreed to this very seriously. Ask, swear that you will go to the Pont Saint-Michel in the most devout gesture.

Of course Ace was very satisfied with the result.After finishing the conversation, he was about to leave directly from here like every time before, but unexpectedly heard the old man's request: "If you want to leave at this time, can I send you off?"

Although this kind of behavior seemed meaningless, Ace readily agreed to the request since he didn't need to sleep, and didn't need to study magic all night long.The hermit turned around and picked up the silver candlestick on the table, holding it up and going out with Ace.

When he was on the mainland of Maris, Ace had entered and exited the palace of the lord of the city, large and small palaces, and even entered the palace of an empire countless times, but since arriving in this strange world, this is the first time he has entered and exited a palace of a country .Compared with the continent of Maris, the elemental activity of this continent is too low, and various mineral deposits are too barren in the eyes of Glory of Water. Although the palace is much stronger than the buildings he has seen here before, but Still not as magnificent as the Maris Continent.Even the patrolling guards seemed to be absent for a long time, not to mention the maids and the unique "eunuchs" of some countries in the Eastern Continent...

Ace released his mental power and made sure that there were no patrolling soldiers on the road he and the monk were walking on. While being surprised, he relaxed his vigilance a little and began to discuss the doctrine with the monk.The clergy on the continent of Maris have their own methods of cultivation, and the Holy See of Light, which is very similar to the Catholic Church here, has a special method for using magic elements more conveniently and effectively.With such a body that can be called the "Beloved of Light", if he wants to successfully break through to the rank of Dharma Saint or even Dharma God, Ace must learn from those damn god sticks and try to turn himself into a A complete asshole.

The hermit was flattered by this.He has been a believer in religion for decades and has been devoutly worshiping the gods, so he naturally has a very profound knowledge of the Holy Spirit.And Ace, as an elemental magician who has been in contact with a higher-level magic stick like the Holy See of Light, has a very high degree of acceptance and understanding of the Bible, and can often even put forward a more perfect explanation through his impression of the Holy See of Light—— In the eyes of the hermit, this kind of explanation is undoubtedly the truth brought by the angel who has heard the voice of God, so every time he discusses the "Bible" with Ace, he expounds his own with a very serious attitude. perception and doubt.

After all, Ace is also a monk halfway through, and most of his time is spent on magic research. It's okay to fool him, but if he and the hermit are really allowed to discuss it for a day and a night, I'm afraid he will be exposed in a few hours.Seeing that he was about to reach the end of the corridor, Ace gradually slowed down his pace.The monk who noticed this gradually stopped talking, and after being silent for a while, he suddenly said, "Is Your Majesty still looking for your parents?"

After mistaking Claude's oolong, Ace is actually no longer so keen on this matter.But the hermit would never bring up this topic for no reason... Ace glanced at him and asked lightly, "Do you have any clues?"

Neither admitted nor denied.The hermit looked hesitant, and nodded: "I remember Your Majesty once said that my current identity is a Frenchman who grew up among Egyptians?"

He didn't use the word "abducted", obviously already recognized the ethnic group that raised "Mianxia".Satisfied with this recognition, Ace said indifferently: "I'm not obsessed with finding my parents, but you know, this identity will always be a little special."

The hermit nodded knowingly, and quickly explained why he brought up this topic: "I was recommended by the Pope and Prince Frederick to come here to help the French king. And today, when I was summoned by the king... "

There was a sound of footsteps that were so slight that Ace almost ignored them, and then a carved door next to them was opened with a gap.Physically weak.The pale girl stood inside the door, and said timidly through the gap: "Are you there, monk?"

——Then she saw Ace standing beside the hermit with bright eyes under the light of the candle.

As if seeing something that frightened her, the girl fell to the ground, covered her eyes and screamed.

The hermit immediately blocked Ace: "Go!" Although he didn't understand why the girl suddenly became so frightened, under the scream, the night guards and maids in the palace would definitely come soon, so he could Explaining that he couldn't sleep and went for a walk outside, but how should Ace, a man who should have been hanged during the day, explain himself?

Ace's scattered mental power also noticed the people coming this way.He patted the hermit monk on the shoulder to reassure him, and flicked his fingers to become invisible instantly.He didn't ignore the girl's sudden fear, as if he saw someone who frightened her the moment he looked at him... And a sick and weak girl living in the palace must have a different identity.

Ace is really curious, who does she see in herself... Paget has no sisters, and her rare beauty can only be passed down through her offspring, so this is probably the one who can scare a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl eyes...

Just now, he was still discussing his "father" with the hermit, but now the clues came to him on his own initiative.Compared with getting any uncertain guesses from Guillaume's living monk, it is much more reliable to get a formula from an innocent girl.

Ace made a decision quickly and did not leave the palace quickly.He stayed at the edge of the corridor, watching the hermit explain with a little unnaturalness that he came out to relax because he couldn't sleep well at night, but he accidentally startled others.The girl was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground, and had to be half-embraced and helped onto the bed by the maid, who nagged for a while.After the silence in the corridor was restored and the trembling girl in the quilt gradually calmed down, Ace pushed open the heavy carved wooden door and walked into the spacious and deserted girl's boudoir.

When the girl heard the sound of the door, she thought it was the maid who had just left and came back, and said in a low voice, "I don't want water, Kang Si, thank you."

Ace: "..."

He turned around silently, and successfully saw the silver kettle on the table.After warming it up a little, Ace poured a cup of tea and passed it through the gap in the bed curtain.

The girl's nose has been pumping a little, obviously already crying.She took the teacup and whispered, "Thank you, Kang Si, I'm fine. It's already so late, you still..."

In the middle of speaking, she suddenly realized that something was wrong, and raised her head involuntarily.Candles were always burning in the room, and the warm light filtered through the thick bed curtains, just enough to slightly illuminate the space in the four-poster bed.And the hand passed through the bed curtain was clearly outlined in the dim light—it was a man's palm!

The girl's eyes widened immediately, she looked at the hand in disbelief, and almost couldn't hold back her screaming again.However, a finger touched her lips, stopping her movement in time: "—Shut up. Good girl, I'm not a bad person."

The girl shook her fingers, and all the warm water was sprinkled on the quilt.She stepped back desperately, her voice changed: "Don't...don't..."

"I won't hurt you." Ace sensed her fear, and did not rashly lift the bed curtain that blocked her view, but maintained a gesture of reaching out, and said in a gentle tone, "Actually, I don't mean to offend, I will take the liberty to I'm here just because I want to have something answered."

"What's the matter...do you have to ask me?" The girl's voice was trembling, so weak that she could hardly hear the sentences clearly.An inexplicable pity rose from the bottom of Ace's heart, and his voice couldn't help softening a bit: "Because only the answer you give is the one I trust the most. Good girl, can you do me this favor?"

The girl nodded slightly, and boldly said: "After you have the answer...will you leave?"

Ace chuckled, but didn't answer.The girl's face slowly turned red, she put her hand on Ace's, and whispered, "My name is Jeanna."

"Ace." The hand was cold and thin, but Ace introduced himself in a strange way.Then he asked: "Why were you so frightened when you saw me before, Jeanne?"

The girl asked in surprise, "I have seen you?"

"I'm the one standing next to the hermit talking to him." Ace said softly, "Tell me, Jeanne...why are you so afraid of me? Just one look at me and you start screaming .”

Jeanna's tone was very confused: "But I didn't see anyone else... I don't remember who I saw." She moved forward and said timidly, "I only remember seeing a pair of eyes... ..."

"What kind of eyes?"

"Terrible, majestic, cold..." Jeanna's thin body trembled again, and the hand placed in Ace's palm was also withdrawn, "That's...his..."

Sure enough... Ace's guess was confirmed, and he continued to persuade: "Whose?"

"Yes……"

Jeanna's voice suddenly stopped.Ace waited patiently for a while, then asked, "Who is it?"

"No... I can't tell..." Jeanna started to cry, her body trembling, "I can't tell...he is..."

Although I have a good impression of this girl named Rangna, time is not wasted like this.Ace lifted the obstructing curtain with his backhand, and leaned on the mattress with one knee: "Who is it..."

With this handsome face, Ace has always been very popular among women.He has every reason to believe that Jeanna was so frightened before because she didn't see his face. As long as she really gets in touch with him, it's only a matter of minutes to be captured by her noble temperament and handsome appearance, and of course there are no secrets. It's all at your fingertips...

However, to his surprise, the moment she saw him, the girl Jeanna passed out with horror all over her face before she even had time to scream.

Ace, who was about to show a wicked smile: "..."

...Ahahaha, the weather is so nice today that Na must be dazzled by his handsomeness! ! ! !

-

The name that Jeanna didn't say is very likely the truth about Ace's father.Combining with Rangna's possible identity, and inferring the people she might be afraid of... the range suddenly narrowed down a lot.

But in addition, that person must have a bad relationship with Claude... At this point, things have become confusing again.How to rule out people who had a bad relationship with Claude more than ten years ago?And just today, Claude confided to his "corpse" why he hated him...

...Although the reason is basically the same if it is said or not, it basically proves that his hatred of himself is related to the grievances of the previous generation.He thinks he shouldn't be born, and the reason is definitely not on his mother... But who is the object of Claude's hatred?Since he is an alchemist, why didn't he try to kill his father by all means, but started from a baby emerald?

Ace felt a faint headache.His thinking seemed to have entered a misunderstanding, but he didn't know how to get out, so he had to continue thinking.Claude admitted that there was a blood relationship between Ace and John, but he adopted John, but abandoned Ace... If it was out of personal feelings, why did he raise John to be so uneducated? No skills, only eyes on wine, farce and women?If it is not because of personal emotions, but from the perspective of use... Then how important is their father that Claude chose to treat John in such a way to achieve the maximum use effect?

……unless……

A vague idea popped up in Ace's mind, but it was fleeting, and he didn't have time to catch it.His toes seemed to have kicked something, and the crisp sound rang out continuously. Ace came back to his senses, only to realize that he had inadvertently walked deeper along that corridor.

At the end of the corridor was a small door, which was closed tightly from the inside.It can be seen that people often come and go here, and the wood on the handle has been worn off... But in such a remote and deserted place, who would come and go?

Ace couldn't help being interested.Anyway, he was not in a hurry to go back, so why not just see what secrets are hidden in this foreign palace.

A small magic was used, and the door bolt was slammed from the inside without a sound, opening the door to let Ace pass.Behind the small door are steps winding downwards, with torches inserted along the way, winding straight to the ground.Ace walked down the stairs, passing several small doors along the way.The lock on the last door was particularly complicated. It seemed that there was still some mechanism, but under the effect of the door opening spell, the key didn't work as it should, and the door opened smoothly for him.

——At the end of the steps, there is a spacious and tall hall with pointed arches.

The torches were burning on the four walls, clearly reflecting the huge monster in the hall.It is a cubic building with a brick, mud and iron-wood structure. Several small windows can be seen on it, which are tightly sealed by iron bars.A door of slate was built into the wall, as if no one was intended to enter or leave it.

...Is it a treasure that is strictly guarded underground?But why can't I see the person guarding the treasure...

Ace's curiosity was piqued like never before.Nobles and dragons have a certain similarity, they also love wealth - although for a qualified nobleman, benefits invisible to the naked eye are much more important than real treasures, but if there is a large amount of wealth at your fingertips, Nobles won't turn a blind eye either...

…Think about it, if this is the treasure of the royal family, how much effort it will save Ace to sit on the Pope's position!Not to mention the things that Ace may need that may appear in it...

Ace felt quite moved, and couldn't help walking around the big cage.The reserves of emeralds are running out, and he left the pendant he brought out by Rangna's pillow on a temporary basis just now, and it is even more stretched now.If you can get some supplements...By the way, take some gold coins out to improve the life of the Black Talk Kingdom...

Ace touched his nose, thinking that this idea is really good.In the words of Chuang|Shishen, this is a kind of accumulation of primitive capital! (Huh?)

However, in the next second, a voice interrupted his wonderful expectation.The piercing sound of the iron chain grinding against the wooden planks sounded, mixed with a mournful cry from the human chest: "Give me your favor, Your Majesty, my merciful..."

The faint voice echoed in the wide hall, quite creepy.Ace frowned slightly, and looked at the cage with a little surprise—is there actually a person locked in it?

I don’t know if it sensed someone outside, the weak voice moaned and pleaded: "God testifies, the person who betrayed you is definitely not me... I swear to God! Please forgive me, Your Majesty... as long as you are willing to interrogate , I am willing to tell the truth about everything I know... The person who informed Monsieur de Guyenne is definitely not me, but the Cardinal La Barru of Angers!"

……bishop?

Ace caught the word keenly.He stopped in his tracks, paused, and asked lightly, "Who locked you in?"

He used the technique of controlling magic power, and his voice became erratic like a ghost.The people in the cage couldn't tell whether it was a living person or a hallucination, and the sound of the iron chain dragging on the wooden board continued: "The person who imprisoned me here, alas, who else could it be! Your Majesty, please forgive me... Listen to my words! I have never betrayed you, and I have always been loyal to you. Duke Charles has looked for me, but I have not agreed to his request... I am loyal to you, Your Majesty! I am Not guilty! You have kept me here for 14 years... Yes, I am counting the days! It will be 14 years soon!"

14 years?Ace raised an eyebrow slightly.The amount of information revealed in this passage seems to be a bit large... He continued to ask: "Your name?"

"Guillaume de Alangier." The man in the cage said miserably, "I used to be the bishop of Verdun...have you forgotten me, Your Majesty? When they gave me a new cage this year, I still It is said that the Cardinal of La Barru has been acquitted... But he is the one who committed the crime, my lord! He is the one who betrayed you!"

Maybe it's rare for someone to talk to me, even if it's a hallucination, the people in the cage are doing their best to sue for grievances.

The bishop of Verdun and the cardinal of Angers... It sounds like that de Guyena should also be a religious person, standing on the same front as Duke Charles, trying to oppose the king's rule.But in this world, the king actually has the power to imprison a religious figure?

Ace couldn't help but feel the crisis.In the continent of Maris, this is completely unbelievable. Theocratic power and royal power should be completely separate and non-interfering. Religious people who break the law should be sanctioned by religion. The Holy See or other religions with their own strengths are the same.But now, there is actually a bishop imprisoned in front of him?And there is also a cardinal who has been imprisoned for 13 years and was just released in the tug-of-war of forces?

...it's unimaginable!If the king of a small place like France can imprison a bishop, wouldn't the king of Egypt be able to judge the pope!

...It seems that maybe he should reconsider the weight of the Holy See...

Ace covered himself in thought.Because of the similarities between the teachings and composition of the Holy See and the continent of Maris, he hastily defined the Holy See of Rome and the Holy See of Light as having the same nature, but forgot to consider whether the Holy See, which has no magic in its hands and is questionable about its armed forces, is still To achieve such an extraordinary status.Maybe it's not just this one aspect that's wrong, there's also a lot of information that he's ignored...

In addition to power, Ace has never given up on finding the connection between this world and the Maris continent.He will never cross the barrier between the two worlds for no reason, and get an excellent body with the same soul essence as himself.Maybe the Forbidden Sea is the communication channel between them, but there are so many oceans and lakes in this world. If you want to find your way back as soon as possible, in addition to trying to find ways to advance to the god of law, you still need enough power to go Do things that you can't do yourself.

In other words, there must be no mistakes in his plan... Even if the probability of an accident is greater than that of the step-by-step, he still hopes that this accident can be an accident that can be used.

——Like now.

The old man was still narrating his grievances miserably, begging "Your Majesty" to show mercy and let him out.Ace withdrew his thoughts and asked lightly: "I'm not some kind of king, but if there is a chance to let you out, what price are you willing to pay?"

"I've been imprisoned here for 14 years. I can't live or die," the iron chain rattled, and the voice of the man in the cage became high-pitched with excitement, "If I could see the sun, I'd rather In the next second, it will fall into the devil's frying pan!"

"You don't have to pay the price of your life," Ace said softly, "I just want you to help me wholeheartedly with the status and power of a bishop."

-

In the early hours of the morning, the sky had already appeared a dim light, and the cold November wind howled on the earth.Claude was wearing a black cloak and stood at the door of a dilapidated house in the slum.

For two months, he had been in a daze, but he felt extremely sober.Desire and reason are always at war, and it is hard to tell which side has the upper hand.

He once thought that he would have enough perseverance to restrain his desires and complete the plan that he started 15 years ago step by step, but in the face of reality, this delusion is simply vulnerable... He still remembers how he saw Ace When he got close to Fubis, he was burning with anger. He still remembers how he showed himself in front of Ace, and how he lost his self-esteem and obeyed the orders of desire... He was between keeping Ace and getting rid of Ace. Swipe left and right, and every option becomes blurred.Standing in front of the gallows, he watched with his own eyes the ferocious noose on the warm neck he had touched, and how Ace went to die calmly... Then he returned to the gallows with the pair of eyeballs soaked in the red medicine. Taiwan, trying to save his love with small and humble hopes.

——Ace asked him whether it was love or lust for him, and Claude couldn't answer.For a man like him, what is the difference between love and lust?That bright emerald would never be able to feel the torment in his heart...

Are the dead and the living equally attractive?Claude couldn't tell.But when he touched|touched the corpse that could no longer make him feel the temperature, he would always have a hallucination, thinking that Ace was actually alive...

He is probably not the only one who has this illusion.Quasimodo tried to help take the corpse back to Notre Dame because he understood his feelings; why did Phoebus appear before the gallows in the middle of the night?He didn't show up when his lover was executed, but he sneakily came after his lover's death... This kind of behavior is almost cowardly, but what's the difference between Claude, who dared not lose the last thing he insisted on?

——He is not afraid of his immediate death, only afraid that he will lose his direction before he pursues the ultimate truth.

But after one failure, he still stood here, trying to achieve the purpose of taking away the corpse in another way... The person who lived here was named Georges, a Frenchman, a professional doctor.He also has the identity of being Ace's adoptive father... and the person legally allowed to collect Ace's body.

Phoebus had already recognized his identity, and it was impossible to take away Ace's body without disturbing anyone.If you can't take it away secretly, then you have to use open and aboveboard ways to achieve what you want.

Claude raised his pale, almost hoarfrost hand, and knocked slowly on the door.

Ace just got home and took a nice bath in the hot water.When I was about to enter meditation, I suddenly heard a knock on the door—the sound was very rhythmic, and it would ring once every minute... It seemed that a very patient guest had come.

You don't need to look at Ace to know that this is definitely not the homeless or some guy from the kingdom of black words-because they can never find Ace's door.The only priest that could be found would not have the patience to knock on the door one after another, he would only call his name loudly at the door...

The person who came... who could it be?

Ace let go of his mental power.In the next second, he stood up from the bathtub, wrapped in a towel, and hurriedly rummaged through the box—what a joke!It was Claude standing outside!

Claude knocked on the door for 10 minutes, and the wooden door that looked old but was actually quite strong was finally opened.The person who opened the door was dressed strangely. All exposed skin was wrapped in snow-white bandages, and his body was wrapped airtightly. Even his eyes were covered by the hood, making it impossible to see the specific appearance clearly.

His voice was also low and hoarse, with a strange tone: "What's the matter?"

Claude's eyes flashed: "Doctor George?"

"I'm not in the mood to treat people recently." Ace's tone was ugly, with a hint of viciousness.Claude shook his head: "I'm not here to treat you."

Ace looked at Claude's beautiful nose with slack eyes, "stared" with him for a few seconds, and slowly moved away: "Come in, guest."

Claude would actually appear here to find Dr. "George"...and the reason was not for treatment.Then why he came here, the answer is self-evident.It's just that the weird feeling of watching three parties snatching his body on the gallows has risen again. I didn't see how much they cared about me when I was alive, but they became so sought after after death...

Or is this the way people in this world express their love, and if they love you, they will kill you?

Ace stared strangely.He turned around and walked to the wooden table, pulled a chair and sat down: "Sit down, sir, I have nothing here to entertain you. But can you explain why you came at such an early time?"

It is not yet six o'clock, and most people in Paris are still asleep.Claude went to snatch the corpse in the middle of the night, and now he's here. Could it be that he hasn't slept?

"Because I have something important to ask you." Claude said softly, "If it's a step late, maybe someone else will make an offer to you - before everyone else, I want to reach a cooperation with you. "

"What cooperation?"

"Give me the body of your adopted son, no matter what price you pay for it, I am willing."

Ace: "..." Even now, Claude has not given up on his corpse!Is his corpse so popular!