[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

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Nurse or client?

Claude glanced at Ace, and a slight smile appeared on his frosty face: "Couldn't it be an assistant, sir?"

Louis XI looked at him suspiciously: "I thought you never needed an assistant."

"Mr. Miller Dillier, the royal alchemist of the king, also thought so," Claude said with a slight mocking look in his eyes, "but in the end? He asked God to send him an apprentice." Carrying on what I learned, and I now feel like I have exactly the same need.”

The "Mr. Dillier" in his mouth is his own tutor, the doctor of divinity who led him into the ranks of alchemists and led him into the sight of Cardinal Bourbon.However, not many people knew that he hated his mentor, so much that he almost wanted to crush him to ashes.However, before he could carry out his revenge plan, Dillier died under the consequences of his own directing, leaving Claude with nowhere to vent his hatred.

Louis XI just knew the original story, so he doubted Claude's words even more now: "...So, is it really an assistant? But I thought you wouldn't choose any inheritance for yourself, after all, you... ..." He swallowed the second half of his sentence, and asked again, "If this is the case, why did you choose a woman?"

Claude avoided answering: "I thought you came here today for more important things."

"Oh, that's right." Louis XI suddenly said, "I forgot the most important thing—Claude, have you paid attention to my cute little John recently?"

Ace, who was guessing the relationship between Claude and the king, suddenly shrank his pupils, as if he had caught some important clue.

The king will ask... the John that Claude is familiar with...

Claude said lightly: "What do you expect him to be capable of? Drinking, fighting, hanging out with women, relying on that pretty face and sweet words to defraud him of what he wants. He will Keep in mind your duty under the circumstances, so that you will never be able to compare with the crown prince."

Louis XI frowned, and his eyes were quite fierce: "You are too lenient, Your Excellency, Vicar! Why did you mention this all of a sudden?"

"Sometimes I think it is necessary." Claude glanced at Ace intentionally or unintentionally, and replied, "And you ask such a question, do you have any expectations for his future, Your Majesty ?”

Louis XI let out an anxious snort from his nasal cavity, and patted his arm: "Charlie's health is not good, buddy Claude. If we can establish a queen, I will be very happy to see things come to perfection But it is God's way of working with men--so be it, Archdeacon, and we shall not speak of it again. Honestly! What do you think?"

"What advice do you need?" Claude asked back.

The king said in a rather sly tone: "What else could be the opinion? Of course it is my opinion. I heard the recommendation of Jacques's fellow, and he said that here is a panacea that will relieve my pain very effectively. .So now that I'm here, may I ask if your wonderful medicine is still on sale?"

"What a coincidence, my medicines are not sold to the king." Claude mocked, "Don't you trust doctors more than alchemy? If you must find a solution from me, then please Excuse me, I can only offer you the same opinion as my master Mr. Dillier—unfortunately, I happen to be able to master that damned way, and have more than one copy of the material in my hand. Now I will again Asking you once, have you changed your mind?"

Louis XI's face turned livid.He said coldly: "I will never choose to continue my life in that way. You are not parents, so you can't understand your parents' feelings."

"But I understand what people can give in order to get what they want." Claude said softly.

Ace's brows gradually wrinkled, and his lips under the veil were also tightly pursed.Alchemy...materials...continuing life...

He suddenly thought of those nobles on the continent of Maris who did not have affinity for the elements. Because they enjoyed abundant resources but did not have a long life, they often took many ways to try to prolong their lives, and many methods were different. It's completely unexpected... In the end, many people will secretly adopt a vampire-like method, drinking blood to ensure youth and longevity; many people will seek the help of alchemists to steal blood at the cost of sacrificing their blood. A certain life...

It is said that if you can refine the elixir of life, you can peek into the door of the "truth" of alchemy, so as to obtain eternal youth and life.The pursuit of "truth" is also the lifelong desire of every alchemist, and Claude will have such a strange power and appearance... Is it because he has touched that "door"?

Reminiscent of the words Claude said in front of his "corpse", and those things that were inadvertently revealed before and after... Ace frowned, then loosened it randomly, and lowered his eyes slightly.The possibility... seems quite large.

Louis XI stood for a while, but did not leave. Instead, he sat down on a chair by the fireplace: "Is there no other way?"

"You have asked me the same question more than once. In the past 15 years, you have never stopped seeking medical advice, but what happened?"

"Are you persuading me to make a choice?"

"I'm just offering you a feasible suggestion."

Louis XI exhaled annoyedly, and said, "Someone recommended a doctor to me, have you heard of it?"

Claude raised his eyebrows slightly, showing a clear look: "Dr. Jacques will be very happy, someone can share his duties-then, who is that person?"

"His name is George—lives with a group of Egyptians, in some slum somewhere," answered the King.

Claude raised his eyebrows in surprise, and suddenly laughed.The king asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

"The defeater [Greek]." Claude said meaningfully, "You probably can't guess, I just visited him this morning... But unfortunately, the doctor seems to be far away, and I don't know anything The time will come back. Instead of pinning your hopes on him, you might as well pay Dr. Jacques some more so that he can find a more effective and convenient way to treat your illness."

Louis XI said angrily: "Why, he still thinks the king's salary is not high enough!"

Claude said smoothly: "It depends on what you think."

Louis XI looked angry, stood up and walked around a few times, then stopped and said, "Then, I will visit you again, Bishop Frollo."

Claude corrected again: "It's not a bishop yet, Your Majesty, the letter of appointment hasn't come down yet!"

The king snorted coldly, and said unreasonably: "Don't the king's words work now?" He put on his hat and walked out.

The door of the hut was slammed shut.Claude lowered his head, took out a quill from the pen holder, and sat down on the high-backed chair.

Ace suddenly asked, "Are you really going to let me be your assistant?"

"I'm looking for a reason for you to stay here." Claude said coldly.

"Stay here? I thought that as soon as the limelight passed, you would have a way to send me out."

"Indeed, but why would I do that?" Claude sneered, "To me, you are like gunpowder that ignites a fuse. No one knows how long the fuse is."

Ace leaned down | leaned over, resting his arms on the desk.The veil fell from his face, and the fiery breath sprayed on Claude's cheeks without any hindrance: "So... did you decide to keep me by your side just to be crushed with me?"

There seemed to be a piece of skin on his cheek that was burning slightly red, and Claude leaned back, avoiding his gaze: "...you don't understand anything."

"What do I need to understand, Claude?" Ace read Claude's name playfully, "Understand that John and I have the same blood, understand that it was you who directed Quasimodo in exchange I, as you wish...understand that my real father is actually the king who ruled the land of France, and I am actually a prince?"

"You are not a prince, but an illegitimate child." Claude stood up again, holding the quill as hard as he wanted to bend the barrel, "A illegitimate child does not have the right to inherit the French throne..."

"But since you hold John in your hand as a bargaining chip, it means that this problem can be solved." Ace interrupted him, the corners of his lips slightly raised, "Let me guess...how can an illegitimate child What about becoming the Crown Prince of France? And when the Dauphin is already a teenager. There is only one way, and that is to step on his brother's bones｜…"

But why would Claude need to master a king?He himself is a promising abbot of Notre Dame, well-known in the city of Paris, he can gain the trust of Louis XI as long as he thinks about it. For a priest, what is there to be dissatisfied with?But Claude didn't stop here... What happened 16 years ago that gave him such an ambition?What kind of wish is related to the full support of a country...

...Unless, his wish is to become Pope.

Ace's eyes flickered, and thoughts grew in his heart.If Claude's goal is to be the pope, then his actions can be explained... But how can this speculation be established?What happened to make him think this way?And what things can only be achieved after becoming the pope? ...

Ace would not be so naive as to think that the purpose of Claude's becoming Pope is to study alchemy more conveniently and quickly, but is there anything that can only be done after becoming Pope...

But obviously, if Claude's goal is really this, there is not much time left for him.Maintaining a 35-year-old appearance at the age of 19 can be concealed in other ways; but from the vicar—ah, maybe soon to be the bishop, all the way to the position of pope, if it is not like Ace has special The bargaining chip and means, or the confidence is favored by fate, when Claude reaches this position, he will be at least 50 years old... How can a 50-year-old person still maintain a 19-year-old appearance without being suspected?

Unless he is going to proclaim himself an angel or son of God like Ace.However, even so, he does not have the ability of Ace. On the contrary, the fact that he is proficient in alchemy has already spread to the ears of many people.More or less, this is a clue... So if Claude really wants to be Pope, he must solve all the problems in just a few years and be crowned successfully.

So the question arises again... What confidence and means does he have to ensure that he has become a bishop at the age of 35, and now he can achieve the achievements of the Pope in a time far less than 16 years?

The mystery seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and there are not enough clues to solve it for a while.

Ace had no choice but to suppress the question in his heart for the time being.Claude, who was stiff for a moment, said at this moment: "Yeah, he will step on his brother's bones｜bit..." After a pause, he said meaningfully, "It also includes you."

Ace laughed angrily.He straightened up, and said with a half-smile, "I thought you loved me so much that you couldn't help it."

Claude returned a provocative look: "Why don't you try how deeply I love you?"

Ice blue and emerald faced each other in the firelight and candlelight, and after a few seconds of meeting their eyes, a raging fire ignited in each other's eyes instantly.Ace took the lead, and Claude's arm subconsciously swung back.However, in the next second, his waist was tightly bound, and then another hand savagely clasped the back of his head, and the fiery breath intertwined fiercely, forcibly penetrating into his senses...

The field of vision began to become blurred, and the brain was blurred like a fog.The chaotic footsteps, eager swallowing, and joyful calls drowned in the throat are like dots of flames, which gradually fall on the lips, Adam's apple, and tightly buttoned collar until they find a suitable energy source and burn blazingly.Beautiful gemstones will also lose their color under the burning of flames. Fingers and fingers collide chaotically, and footsteps collide embarrassingly... The arms that I thought were struggling were weakly swinging in the opponent's grasp, and knocked over the pile of stones in a moment. The handwriting hit the hard table leg, the pain did not reflect | to the nerves, but aroused joyful tremors on the skin, Claude's back hit the bookshelf first, and the shaking wooden shelf hit the wall. The white ash fell down, but Ace, who was always a bit of a clean freak, didn't seem to notice it. He poked his fingers all the way down, and a more blazing flame ignited on the skin, blood vessels, and bone marrow...

Claude closed his eyes in despair, but his twitching fingers revealed his true emotions.He endured the low growl that was about to blurt out, and passed through his nasal cavity sweetly, making an imperceptible sound.His strength seemed to disappear at this moment, and his skin, which was as cold as a corpse, was astonishingly hot.The soft and cold lips|petals seem to have a special kind of sweetness, which attracts people to linger.

Ace suddenly raised his arms and hugged Claude.He rudely brushed off the precious alchemy utensils on the table, and placed Claude on the large and cold desk.A small incantation was issued vaguely and shortly, clasping Claude's hands tightly.Claude suddenly opened his eyes, his voice hoarse: "No..."

Ace licked|licked his lower lip, and raised the corners of his lips: "Do you want me to stop?"

Claude frowned, obviously hoping that enough was enough.Ace didn't seem to see it, one hand suddenly grabbed Claude's neck, and the other hand was slowly undoing the buttons and straps that got in the way: "Let me think about it... at this time, what on earth? How can I stop?"

The pale blood-colored face suddenly paled at a speed visible to the naked eye.Claude's voice was rarely trembling: "...stop..."

"You would rather die than succumb to your own desires?" Ace said softly, with a gentle smile on his face, "Let me think about it... How did you admit your feelings to me at that time?... ...you said you loved me."

His smile was not malicious at all, elegant and standard like a nobleman with an ancient family background, and he was so kind and friendly that no one could feel bad for him: "Ah...a person who doesn't understand what 'love' is at all, and never will People who have such feelings, why can’t they distinguish their own feelings at that time? Maybe it’s because you think your desires come from love, but God won’t tell you, let alone alchemy, your desires It's just desire and has nothing to do with love."

The hand pinching Claude's throat gradually tightened, and Ace leaned down deeply, and whispered in his ear: "How about it... have you admitted your desire?"

Claude pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.He didn't need to breathe, as if he was really suffocating, blood began to appear on his pale face.Ace let go of his fingers, stroked his cheek, and finally settled on his eyes: "These eyes are really bright... What were you thinking when you wanted to gouge my eyes out? "

Claude let out a gasp unbearably, his drooping legs｜tightened uncontrollably.But Ace stopped his movement, intervened forcefully, and was so close that he was only separated by a few layers of fabric, intimately touching him: "...Can't help it? But not yet...you have to answer my question first , I will give you what you want."

Claude said vaguely: "No..."

"Don't you want it? But I can't... because I want to give it to you very much, so I'm afraid you can only accept my love." The spell escaped from the lips|tongue, and the clothes were immediately torn neatly.Claude tried to curl up in embarrassment, but he was no longer able to resist.Ace smiled and pecked his face, "...Don't you really want to know the difference between love and lust? I will teach you when you should give in to your own heart..."

Claude's eyes were astonishingly bright, like two flames burning in his pupils.However, he was struggling in pain, his mood was completely opposite to his performance: "...stop...Ace...God..."

"So it's God that you really love in your heart?" Ace raised his eyebrows pretending to be surprised, and then said in a coaxing tone: "But from now on, all you need to do is look at me ...Claude."

The fingers are covered with a layer of magic, which easily breaks through obstacles and protrudes into a beautiful place.The smile gradually turned bad, and Ace coaxed softly: "Hey...don't make a sound. You don't want...your voice to be heard by the second visitor tonight, right?"

Claude suddenly opened his eyes wide, his pupils constricted.Ace still had a smile on his face, but his tone suddenly turned cold: "Do you care about him? Take him seriously? Because he can make John a king and you a pope? But such a great person, I probably don't know yet. , I am in your heart, but it is just a stepping stone to climb to a high position?"

Under the double stimulation, Claude arched his body and trembled violently.Ace said softly, "For you, am I another testing stone, or a stumbling block?"

He lifted up the hem of the skirt, and the lace hooked on the edge of the pure white dress loomed over two spots of bright red. Claude snorted, and a flush of red appeared on his face.The tightly bound hands hung powerlessly in the air, and the white ribbon kept shaking with the movement, reflecting the firelight bit by bit.

"But to me...you are just the same existence." Ace raised the corners of his lips viciously, and his emerald eyes reflected｜dazzling fire, "Come and try it, Chloe De...do you know me better, or do I...have a deeper understanding of you?"