[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

As a magician who is eager to learn and is very eager to learn, it is absolutely impossible to say that Ace does not know what the rules of refuge in the temple are.

In layman's terms, this is a good way to increase the city's population and avoid the harm caused by barbaric trials.Any criminal can obtain the freedom he wants within a certain range as long as he steps into a refuge within the specified range.From a certain point of view, it can be regarded as an immunity open to the whole people.

Therefore, it is completely untenable to say that it is set for a certain group of people, men or women.Even if Claude is the abbot of Notre Dame de Paris, he has no right to stipulate that "people who enter Notre Dame asylum must wear skirts". At most, they can only turn a blind eye to the judicial department and default to their arrest. arrest criminals.

Even if Claude can threaten Ace, as long as he dares to step out of the gate of Notre Dame and reveal the secret of the corpse to the Palace of Justice, Ace can leave without fear.Not to mention that the perfect corpse generated by the "rules" is still hanging on the gallows, even if the corpse really disappears, Ace, who has now recovered his magician strength, has thousands of ways to do it. Make everyone shut up.The reason why he feels a dilemma now is just because he still wants to play a qualified "Ace" according to Claude's setting for the time being.

——Ace who is still a normal 16-year-old boy even though he has some strange abilities.He may not be so mature and stable, but he is youthful and reckless, and his fresh vitality is enough to make Claude, who has been living in the dark, unable to move his eyes... And to some extent, being young means easy to control, a real How could a boy who grew up among gypsies be able to defeat Claude, who was twice his age?

Ace "reluctantly" took the women's clothing held in Quasimodo's hand, his face livid: "Are you serious?"

Claude was expressionless: "I'm afraid you have no other choice."

"...Very good." The hand holding the fabric gradually tightened, and Ace gritted his teeth, "I will remember to put it on..."

Claude seemed quite satisfied with his "obedience", and turned around and gestured to Quasimodo: "Take him to his room, and then meet me in my alchemy room."

Clothes fluttered, and Claude's figure quickly disappeared between the buildings and sculptures of Notre Dame.

Quasimodo walked to Ace in silence, and even made a few gestures, signaling him to follow him.Although he was crippled, his movements were quite nimble, and he quickly led Ace up the stairs to a hut under the arch of the outer wall of Notre Dame.

As soon as the door opened, Ace couldn't help frowning and took a step back.There were cobwebs hanging in the corners of the room, and there was also eye-catching dust, and a faint musty smell wafted into the nostrils... It was obvious that no one had entered it for a long time.

A rough voice sounded from someone who hadn't spoken for a long time: "You must think this place is very simple, don't you? Such a place is not worthy of people like you. It was originally a shelter for prisoners So, you are the one who walks in the sky."

Ace turned around in surprise: "... Quasimodo?"

Quasimodo's single eye focused on his movements, and quickly deciphered his lips, and his pure eyes glowed with dazzling brilliance: "Yes, you know my name? You have heard of me ?"

After asking, he added with a shy look: "Perhaps you have noticed that I can't hear, I'm deaf - I have to talk to you in sign language, or I can only know you if I read your lips with all my heart. What are you talking about?"

Because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his tone of voice seemed a little strange, and his voice was rough.Ace nodded with some pity: "Yes, I've heard of you...but I didn't know your name until last night."

To be correct, the character of Quasimodo is matched with the son of his poor "adoptive mother".

Quasimodo grew up to be four years old among the Egyptians. According to Guid and the others, he was lame, hunchbacked, and had a tumor on his eyes, but apparently he could still speak when he was among the Egyptians. His hearing is normal...he can speak, and his French words are even very elegant, which proves that Claude taught him seriously, and he was not deaf at that time...

Ace suppressed his question, which is not suitable to ask at this time.

Quasimodo didn't think that the "last night" he said meant that when Claude and he went to snatch the corpse, after finding that Ace didn't feel bad for him, he happily said: "I'm different from you, I was very early Just now I know your name... Do you feel that I'm being presumptuous? I asked a lot and collected a lot of things about you... When I saw you that afternoon, I thought you were really going to die. "

Ace pointed to himself: "Do you know who I am?"

He deliberately slowed down his speech, and sure enough, Quasimodo's answer became faster: "I know, my lord has said it many times. He liked you very much and was very sad because of your death."

……sad?I am afraid it is very happy!

Ace's expression couldn't help becoming gloomy, and a half-smile appeared on his lips.And Quasimodo was unaware of his change of mood, and was still talking to Ace according to his own thoughts: "Are you cold? My lord specially found this dress for you, it may not fit very well...Why do you Don't go in? I understand...you just sit here and wait for a while, let me clean it for you!"

After speaking, he quickly left from the corridor.Not long after, he came back with cleaning tools and started cleaning diligently.

It can be seen that he often does this kind of rough work, and he is very familiar with cleaning it. No matter the floor or the ceiling, it is spotless.Ace stood at the door and watched quietly. When he cleaned the place where the bed was and continued to move towards the door, he reached out to stop him: "Do you believe in miracles?"

Quasimodo looked at him blankly.Ace repeated again: "Do you believe in miracles?"

Quasimodo shook his head, and pointed to the ground with an expression of awe: "Notre Dame, I believe in Notre Dame. It is God who saved me and gave me the miracle of life."

The deaf man didn't hear a word of what Claude said when he threatened Ace.He didn't even know who his parents were, and why they appeared beside Claude...

Ace smiled and raised a hand, shaking it in front of his eyes: "Then, from now on, believe me to be a miracle."

Quasimodo stared at his lips, and after distinguishing the meaning of his words, he followed the hand blankly for a long time.Ace shook his hands slowly, stretched each finger again, and finally snapped his fingers, giving the cabin a cleansing technique.

It seemed as if all the sunshine gathered in the morning poured into this small shabby room in an instant, and the room was filled with mist-like brilliance. The waste water has also been washed out to a clear color...

Quasimodo stared blankly at the miracle happening in front of him, and stretched out his hands involuntarily, wanting to touch the mist.However, as if in an illusion, as soon as his hands touched the light mist, the mist disappeared instantly.He couldn't help hugging his head in frustration, and murmured, "Oh, what's going on here?"

In a moment, he jumped up again and rushed out of the small room.Espen thought that he was going to Claude for help, but after a while, he came back with a quilt and a bunch of daily necessities, and started to arrange things in an orderly manner. He didn't even know where he found a glass bottle. There is a wild flower on the windowsill.

Ace: "..." Although he didn't really need these...but Quasimodo's kindness, he decided to take them.

However, compared with Quasimodo's favor, Claude's love is really inexplicable.After seeing off Quasimodo, he soon saw Claude again.He was wearing a priestly black robe that has never changed for thousands of years. He didn't care that he was in the sky. He jumped off the ridge of the roof, propped up the railing of the corridor and climbed up to the platform where the hut was located. His movements were smooth and flowing , obviously this is not the first time to do a similar action.

He and Quasimodo had obviously different purposes, and he said, "I seem to have said that I want you to change into that suit."

"You did say that." Ace lazily said, "It's just that I don't really want to change it now-you have tormented me so much that I didn't sleep well all night, you must allow me to catch up on sleep?"

Claude ignored the ambiguous meaning in this sentence: "...if you still understand your current situation, I hope to see you appear in my alchemy room this afternoon."

A sneer played across his perfectly shaped thin lips: "You know where that is, don't you?"

Ace stared at him for a while, then suddenly laughed: "Yes, I know where it is. But..." He looked at Claude meaningfully, "For your own sake, you really don't plan to Change place?"

Claude's pale face suddenly turned bloody, and he turned and left without saying a word.Ace sighed regretfully behind him, all magicians know, never step into the territory of an alchemist casually, because you never know how many cards he has hidden... Although this world The alchemy system is still very rudimentary, but Claude has obviously gained his own power by virtue of alchemy.Even if his awareness of using that kind of power is not high, the risk cannot be ignored casually.

But...it's a delicious cake after all.

Ace licked｜his lower lip with aftertaste, and laughed softly.

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The teachings of the Holy See of Light are similar to those of the Holy See of Rome, and the purpose of focusing on the Light Department is also very similar.Although there is no magic in this world, just like on the continent of Marris, the church is the easiest place for light elements to gather, and also the easiest place for pure dark forces to breed.

Ace spent a morning meditating, and quickly recovered his lost magic power and spiritual power, and became full of energy again.At noon, Quasimodo brought water and bread.When Ace started eating, he sat down cautiously in the corner and kept looking at Ace.

Ace waved the bread in his hand to him with a warm smile: "Do you want one?"

Quasimodo shook his head and replied: "Use it, I have already eaten it. Treating you with such a simple meal..."

Ace tore off a piece of bread and put it in the palm of his hand.When he opened his hands again, it had changed from a bread to a beautifully shaped cake, and the cream looked extremely attractive.Ace handed him the cake: "Try it?"

Quasimodo was reluctant to eat it, put it on his rough palm, and stared at it intently.Suddenly he jumped up again, disappeared, and soon returned, panting, and handed Ace a small copper whistle that looked a bit worn out.

"This is for you," he stammered, "I have nothing else to give you...but as soon as you blow this whistle, I will appear in front of you at once."

Ace: "..." Did he get some amazing promise?

After Quasimodo finished speaking, he continued to sit in the corner.Although he was deformed, he was very strong, and he looked very pitiful as he sat in a corner with his limbs shrunk.

Ace walked over and sat next to him.Quasimodo immediately stood up as if he had been frightened, and was about to move to the side.Ace stopped him, stared him in the eyes and asked, "Why are you being so respectful to me?"

Quasimodo understood his lips, and there was a trace of bitterness on his ugly face.He replied: "Hey, you are a prince, and I am the bell ringer, so I should respect you. Besides, you are so beautiful and powerful, how can you not be awe-inspiring?"

Ace automatically filtered out a certain word: "Claude told you this?"

Quasimodo shook his head: "My lord would never say such things to me. But you are completely different from me. I was born like this, a hunchback and a cripple, with tumors on my eyes. I am so ugly that I am so ugly. It's like being born from hell. No one wants to come near me, I'm so ugly—and you are the opposite of me, everyone wants to be near you. How dare I come near you?"

He saw that Ace wanted to say something, so he said: "You don't have to care about me, just treat me as a solid stone, or a sculpture on a church, and I won't cause you any inconvenience. If you think you see me It will be sad to pollute your sight, and I will go where you can't see me. But although I am deaf, I can still hear the whistle, as long as you blow this whistle, I will immediately appear in before your eyes."

After all, he took a few steps back and disappeared quickly.

... A deaf man can still hear the whistle?

Ace raised the small brass whistle and aimed it at the sun.Thin red lines flashed across the inside of the whistle... This is obviously not an ordinary whistle, but the work of alchemy.

Making a cochlea that can simulate hearing is not more difficult than making such a whistle, but Claude would rather choose the latter than the former... Is it because he is not capable enough, or he simply does not want Quasimodo to be able to Do you hear me?

Ace's eyes flickered slightly, thoughtfully.

The secrets hidden in Claude... seem to be more than he imagined.