[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

This day is destined to be an unforgettable day for many Parisians in their lives, and it is also a day that is constantly talked about in many unofficial biographies.

Since the morning, many people with a sensitive sense of smell have noticed the unusual smell in the air.It was extremely cold in the early morning, and the whole city of Paris was covered with thick fog; the sun rising from the east as usual was not warm and bright red, but turned into a cold and rich golden color; at noon, the fog suddenly dispersed, and the weather became cold again It was extremely hot, making people sweat like summer... Until the evening, the grass was covered with frost again, and people who had just changed into thin clothes had to turn out thick clothes again, because of the sudden change in the weather. There are not a few people who fall ill.

"It must have been an unusual day."

The hermit, who has been active in a small area since he was invited into the palace by King Louis XI, looked up at the thick fog outside the window, and said to his disciple very firmly.And the three of Francis just saw Wen Erike who was secretly placed two days ago, and they glanced at each other knowingly after hearing the words.

And the court attendant who was sent to accompany them was also very clever, and said after hearing the words: "This is indeed an unusual day, Your Excellency. I have grown up in Paris, and it is the first time I have seen such a big day in the morning." Fog."

Alfred suddenly pointed to the sky and asked, "Is the French sun always golden yellow?"

The attendant glanced out of the window, showing a surprised expression: "...No, I have never seen such a sun."

"Something must have happened." The hermit said, crossing his chest solemnly. "Has there been any major events in the city recently?"

"There was a case—on the day you entered the town, a prisoner was hanged for religious charges, at the Pont Saint-Michel—"

The hermit's expression suddenly became serious, and even his three apprentices frowned.The attendant suddenly sensed Alexander, looked at them inexplicably, and stammered and asked, "Why, what's the matter? Could it be—"

"October 31st, November [-]st, November [-]nd. Today is November [-]rd." The hermit looked serious, "If that's really the case...then..."

Francis interjected: "In this case, it should be yesterday..."

The hermit shook his head: "Maybe there is some other reason." He asked again, "Who is the criminal?"

The attendant quietly wiped his sweat: "...he is an insignificant Egyptian who was sentenced to hang for murdering a captain with witchcraft..."

The hermit's expression became more serious, and the servant was very flustered seeing it.He said, "Well, maybe it's because of waiting...but if the right person isn't waiting...if no one understands..."

He murmured, walked around the room a few times, and suddenly walked out: "Alfred, go prepare the carriage...we are going to the bridge of St. Michel."

Alfred had already made all the preparations. In fact, if they really followed the practice of the three-day crucifixion of Jesus, they should have set off yesterday. The dissemination of the crown and the status of the crown in the heavens will have an impact (Winerlik language), so they also sympathetically cooperated with the plan of the crown until the three days expired and the city guards rushed to the corpse to affect the appearance of the city. The action was performed when he was unhooked from the noose earlier.

They have seen the power of Ace, and they have no doubts about his identity. Now that the celestial phenomenon happened on this day, they are even more sure that Ace can be successfully resurrected and become the spokesperson of the Holy See.Alfred rushed to the carriage swiftly, and a group of people led the attendants as guides, and hurried to the St. Michel Bridge.

Although the attendants were still a little confused, the expressions of the monks were too dignified, which made him smell something unusual.Not only did he point the way, but he also stood in front of the carriage and loudly ordered those citizens who were in the way to get out of the way.When the carriage finally reached the head of the St. Michel bridge, a group of city guards surrounded the gallows, and no one was willing to go up and touch the corpse.

"It's really wicked here!" said one person. "Do you remember? On the night the Egyptian was hanged, a sword fell here inexplicably!"

"The abbot of Notre Dame confessed to the prisoner, and when he returned, he couldn't leave behind closed doors..."

"There must be something wrong! Anyway, I don't want to go."

In order not to go up and touch that unlucky corpse, the young men of the city guards all made excuses for themselves, and no one was willing to climb up.Just at this moment, a carriage stopped by the gallows.As soon as an old man dressed in simple clothes and dressed as a monk got off the carriage, he looked up at the corpse hanging above his head, staggered to the gallows and knelt down: "God..."

Of course, Francis, Alfred, and George also knelt down after him, crossing their chests in shock.The attendant was a little embarrassed, and after thinking about it, he knelt down in a similar manner—it won't do any harm after all.

The hermit muttered the Bible, and knelt there in prayer with a pious face.This group of people attracted a lot of attention. The city guards glanced at each other, walked over, and drove them away brutally: "Go away, old man! This is not a place for you to pray..."

The four master and apprentice glared at the speaker at the same time.Francis stood up, pressed the sword on his waist, and said loudly: "We are guests invited by His Majesty the King, and we have come to Paris from a long distance..."

The attendant climbed up from the ground, sweating profusely, explaining the origins of these people to the city guard; while the hermit led Alfred and George to climb up the gallows from the side, and the three of them worked together to try to Climb up the ladder and free the "corpse" from it.

Although the city guards didn't know what they were doing, it was obviously impossible for them to let them disrupt public order and disrupt work, and someone immediately stepped forward to stop them.The hermit was old and weak. Although Alfred and George were strong and strong, they were also fasting people for many years. How could they beat a group of young men who ate meat and drank all day long?He was quickly defeated and had to be dragged off the gallows.

Seeing that the plan was about to be destroyed, Francis suddenly felt blessed and rushed to the gallows, holding the corners of the top of his head tightly with his arms, and shouted: "Holy Son! Please don't mind the stupid obstruction, let the Holy Spirit come to us. between……"

Claude, who had just settled down and fell asleep, and Ace, who had teleported over from Notre Dame, just happened to hear this sentence.He realized that the opportunity was coming, mobilized his magic power and began to chant the spell.

When Francis hugged the gallows and mourned, a ray of sunlight suddenly broke through the thick fog and shot down from the sky, illuminating the small gallows.The sudden concentration of light caused everyone to look up subconsciously, only to see that the ray of sunlight just hit the corpse hanging in the air, and then slowly appeared a soft color in the air. light cocoon.

Involuntarily, all those who witnessed this scene held their breath, opened their eyes wide, and stared closely at the sky above the gallows.

The light cocoon seems to be absorbing the sunlight, the color deepens one after another, and gradually solidifies... And from it, pieces of huge wings begin to peel off, gradually stretching out pair by pair, the pure white color is almost transparent, as if completely It is made of light, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it...

And after the pair of wings finally unfolded, a figure wearing ancient Roman-style men's clothing finally appeared.He has black hair that is completely opposite to the color of the wings, and a face that is as handsome as the sun... However, everyone who can see his appearance can't help showing shocked expressions, only the hermit monks have clear expressions.

"Yes... it's that..."

A passing citizen dropped the bread bag in his hand and stared at the sky dumbfounded.The person suspended in the air with huge angel wings looks exactly like the corpse hanging on the gallows!

Everyone was dumbfounded by this.In Paris, there are not many black-haired people, so when the black-haired angel appeared in such a special place, everyone who saw this scene could not help but associate him with the corpse on the gallows...

The hermit looked up at the figure in the sky excitedly, and crossed himself again: "Holy Son..."

Having known Ace for nearly two years, it was the first time he saw the angel "Metatron" showing off his eighteen pairs of wings... Although he had no doubt about the identity of "Your Majesty" before, But where is the excitement of seeing him display the power of an angel with his own eyes?At this moment, the confidence in God, the kingdom of heaven, and the future of the Holy See was aroused like never before. The monk looked at the sky excitedly and was speechless for a long time.

Ace looked down indifferently.This time the wings are no longer an illusion created simply by using the affinity of the light system, but are really the real light wings cast by him chanting spells and gathering magic power.They have no weight, but they can perfectly perform their duties perfectly - this is a skill that all senior priests of the Holy See of Light will master on the continent of Maris, and few people feel very excited when they see it; But in this otherworldly continent, its effect is not only able to make people hang in the air...

The hermit was so excited that his mind went blank, Francis had no choice but to stand up and continue to cooperate with Ace.He looked at the sky in pain, and called out affectionately: "Holy Son, why did you leave us?"

The light wings flapped gently, and Ace stood in the air with the help of it.He cast an amplifying spell on his voice, and said in a nonchalant tone: "It is in vain that I keep my heart pure; it is in vain that I wash my hands to be innocent."

This sentence comes from the "Psalms", and it is obvious that this "angel" is using the Holy Spirit to express his wrongedness.Almost everyone thought of this instantly, and the expression they looked at the corpse on the gallows became strange.

The people of the Inquisition... actually sentenced an angel to death!

Francesca continued for a second, then continued to maintain that look of pious prayer, and replied loudly with the "Psalm": "'You will lead me with your precepts, and you will take me to glory in the future.'"

Ace shook his head: "'They burned all the places where God worshiped on the earth. We can't see our signs, and we don't have any prophets anymore; and none of us knows how long this disaster will last.'"

Following the accusation, Ace began to intimidate again.His meaning is very obvious, because of all the situations he saw in the mortal world, he was completely disappointed here, so he wanted to leave the mortal world and return to the kingdom of heaven.

At this time, some people with fragile hearts and firm beliefs have begun to cry bitterly. There are many people kneeling under the Saint-Michel Bridge, many of whom are members of the Kingdom of Black Talk and came here from the Palace of Miracles. Egyptians.They caught up with the most opportune time, because there were people who came after hearing the news continuously, standing on tall buildings and roofs, just to catch a glimpse of the holy site from a distance.

Fearing that Ace would really be disappointed in this world, the hermit recovered from the great surprise and shouted: "'Besides you, who else am I in heaven? Besides you, on earth, I have nothing to love either.'"

"..."

Looking at the pious old face, Ace choked up.He didn't speak for a long time, but this silence was regarded as the angel's hesitation, so at the same time, the believers shouted in unison: "Who else am I in heaven except you? , I have nothing to love!"

This sentence was originally used to praise God, but now it is used by the citizens of Paris as a way to retain Ace.Ace came back to his senses, controlled his expression and voice, and also replied in the "Psalm": "'I am still with you; you hold my right hand tightly.'"

He flapped his wings and flew towards the "corpse", "denying" its existence, and at the moment the corpse disappeared, he retracted his wings and withdrew the illusion covering his body. on the ground.

All these actions are only in an instant, and no one can find the clues of the "corpse"—not to mention those believers who are devoutly crossing and praying, it is impossible to have any doubts about Ace.

If "negation" and "affirmation" are essentially related to "existence", then the "existence" of gods is probably "absolute" affirmation... Ace gradually realized that he was promoted to the rank of Dharma Saint. The shackles of the Tao seemed to be loosened again, and a completely different path from what Ace had learned in the past gradually appeared in his eyes.

Gods... are not born purely because of power, as the classics say.It's not because you become a god that you can touch the rules, but touching the rules and controlling the rules are part of becoming a god.

... It wasn't long before he was obsessed with this feeling, the excited voice of the hermit pulled him back from his contemplation.The script continued, and Ace agreed to the monk's invitation according to the original plan, and followed him into the carriage, preparing to go to the palace to meet the king, and to settle the name before the cardinal intervened.

However, those believers still stood in front of the carriage, unwilling to let Ace leave.Bashir suddenly stood up from the crowd and said loudly, "I am inspired by God and am willing to become the disciple of the Son of God."

Twelve people stood out from behind him one after another, all descendants of exiled Egyptian nobles.These people were also selected and discussed in advance, and even their bloodlines and ancestors were strictly checked.The gypsies don't need the Pope's forgiveness and help, they just need freedom; while the exiled nobles of Egypt hope to return to their own country and regain power - and Ace is just a Frenchman who grew up among the wanderers It's just that both he and the Egyptian need to strengthen the relationship between the two in a more intimate way.

It is undoubtedly a very good choice to send some people as Ace's followers.Bashir and the others all have noble and royal blood, pure blood, and no intermarriage with ancient Egyptians, even under the review of the Holy See, they can persist.Most of them grew up with Ace, the oldest is only 25 years old, and the youngest is only a teenager.They were born and raised in the midst of ups and downs, and they didn't have a deep feeling for religion. The reason why they were willing to follow Ace was not the title of "Son of the Sun God", but what Ace could bring them to restore their homeland, Glory I's future.From a certain point of view, their belief in Ace is also very firm, and will not be shaken by other things.

Ace, who was sitting in the carriage, nodded, and these people surrounded the carriage like flowing water, and the crowd split to both ends like Moses divided the sea, making way for the carriage to walk.The group of Black Talk Kingdom members who had deliberately been in front of the carriage completed their mission and left the crowd quietly.

Bashir and others maintained the posture of surrounding the carriage and walked all the way to the palace.They really attracted a lot of attention along the way. When they arrived at the gate of the palace, the palace guards almost thought it was a group of Egyptians who had come to attack the palace, and almost pulled out their rapiers and muskets.The guard who was kidnapped and led the way came out again sweating profusely, explained the origin of this group of people, and finally succeeded in letting them go-although until the end, those guards still looked at this group with suspicion. A group of strangely dressed people.

Bashir and the others were already mentally prepared for the discrimination they might encounter, and followed the attendants to the place where they were temporarily settled without changing their expressions, without any complaints.This made Francis and the others, who were originally skeptical of this group of people, a little more respectful and less prejudiced.

And the meeting with the monks went very smoothly.Although he came to France during the compromise between Louis XI and the Pope, he is also very famous. Louis XI admired his virtue very much, and planned to take him to live in the castle for a while to recuperate. body, seeking ways to possibly prolong life.Now I heard that he asked for an audience suddenly, and he brought a "holy son" with him. After asking about the situation, Louis XI agreed to the audience with great interest. Newly made high heels, standing in the living room waiting for their arrival.

And when the hermit led Ace in, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt as if he had seen this person somewhere before, not only had a very friendly temperament, but even his appearance was somewhat familiar.He stared eagerly at Ace, hurried through the etiquette, and asked the hermit, "Is this the 'Holy Son' you brought?"

The monk couldn't hide his excitement and devotion on his face, and said firmly: "This is the angel sent by the heavenly father to save us!"

"Angel?" Louis XI didn't really believe this.A smile appeared on his face, and he teased, "I don't know which Lord of the Kingdom of Heaven?"

"My name is Metatron." Ace said lightly.

After knowing that Louis XI is his "father", facing the old man again, Ace's mood is obviously much more complicated.From his conversation with Claude, it can be seen that he is obviously aware of John's existence, and is facing John with a protective attitude... But what about the emerald?Did he know about the existence of emeralds?

Last night, he spit out a lot of things intermittently from Claude, even including the "red potion" that can make people live forever, and even made Claude fall into the abyss of pain.But only about his own life experience, he has never been able to get it out of Claude's mouth.John could guess that it was probably specially designed and born by Claude's teacher in order to achieve great alchemy achievements... But what about the emerald?Claude kept saying that he was an "accident of fate" and "a superfluous existence". Did Louis XI know of his existence?

... If Emerald's biological father is not the king, then it doesn't matter who his father is.However, his father was Louis XI, the king of France, and a powerful king who was quite feared by neighboring countries... Then there would be a lot of room for maneuver.

Emerald's appearance was undoubtedly inherited from his mother, but why did everyone who saw the king think he looked like a king?Including Guillaume Galileo who refused to let go before...

His gaze also stayed on Louis XI's face, and he stared at him for a few seconds.Those green eyes were indeed very similar to his, but other than that...

Ace suddenly remembered a saying among the wanderers: Whether a person is Xiao's father or Xiao's mother can only be seen when he closes his eyes and falls asleep.Because only at that time people were completely relaxed and able to completely reveal the face and demeanor inherited from their parents.

Demeanor... His eyes fell on Louis XI again, and Ace couldn't help being a little dazed.As a blood relative of Louis XI, Emerald itself has inherited some of his appearance characteristics, and Ace's temperament has a lot of similarities with Louis XI. of people think they look alike.But if they really stand together in front of people who are very familiar with Louis XI, it is estimated that this similarity will not be particularly obvious...

Just as he was thinking like this, the sound of crisp footsteps came from outside.Immediately afterwards, regardless of other people's obstruction, a woman in a gorgeous dress opened the door and rushed in, and happy laughter began to come in from outside the door: "...Father, I heard that you have a saint here... ..."

Her eyes quickly wandered around the room, and soon stopped on Ace.Sensing her gaze, Ace turned his head slightly—the woman's laughter stopped abruptly, and her expression gradually became tinged with astonishment.

She took a step back, looked at Ace, then looked up at her father, couldn't help but raised her fan to cover her lips, and exclaimed in surprise: "Oh my god, father...you are, you are, you found it!" An illegitimate child?"