[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Chapter 73

Walking out of the ball hall, Phoebus leaned against the wall of the corridor, unconsciously pulling a piece of embroidery on his clothes with his fingers, and his eyes fell on the carvings on the opposite wall in confusion.

Across a wall, the lively voices in the hall seemed to be hard to hear, only the melody of the music was still ringing in my ears intermittently.The cold air rushed in from the nostrils, entered the trachea, and reached the lung lobes, like a panacea, which effectively relieved Phoebes' anxious mood.

"Damn it." He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, "From the day I met him..." Everything was messed up.

In the past 20 years, he never dreamed that he would be reduced to this situation.If anyone had said to Captain Phoebus Deschadope half a year ago, "You're going to fall in love with a man!" he would have scoffed, thinking that man must be crazy.But it was Phoebus himself who was now mad, driven mad not by others but by himself.

"If it's not my fault, why bother me?" Phoebes thought to himself, "No, it must not be my fault. It's that damned Egyptian from the beginning to the end...if it wasn't for his godlike face." His face confuses me, if he hadn't deceived my feelings..."

Thinking of this, Phoebus suddenly remembered that in the process of trying to get close to Ace just now, it seemed that two groups of people had reported in successively.And the person who was with Prince Charles... the blond hair and blue eyes, with a face as perfect as a work carefully carved by an artist, seemed to be the one who had insulted him in the alley and then stabbed him at the old lady Farodale. He's a dagger bastard!

What's more, this bastard fought with him under the gallows. Not only was Phoebe defeated by force and words, but he was also beaten up after disarming!Ace also said that the two had nothing to do with each other. If they were really strangers, how could the abbot of Notre Dame go out of his way to steal the body of a hanged prisoner!

Almost immediately, doubts about Ace surfaced in Phoebe's mind.If the "Duke of Orleans" really knew that priest, the identity that Phoebus has been worrying about all this time seems to be confirmed...

However, Ace was hanged by Fubus himself, and Mr. Xia Molu even went up to examine the corpse himself, so how could he be resurrected?Besides, Phoebus clearly saw Ace's body being robbed by two people that day...

How can a dead body be resurrected?If it's not a dead body, why are they so similar in appearance?That damned beauty is like a lingering phantom, appearing in front of Phoebus all the time...

The sound of the music became more melodious, and Phoebus let out a weary breath, ready to go back to his fiancée.He won't feel at ease if he doesn't figure out this matter, but right now, he still needs to coax Lily well...

After walking a few steps, a person blocking the way appeared in front of Phoebus.The visitor has short limbs｜thickness, a big square face, ugly appearance and fierce expression, so he is not very annoying at first glance.And Phoebus happened to know him, knowing that he was one of the few confidantes of Louis XI, Friar Tristan.

Although they knew each other, they never spoke.The captain of the imperial archer and the celebrity in front of the king who are always hanging out in small hotels have nothing to say.However, this time, when Phoebus was about to walk over, Tristan actually stopped him: "Mr. Chateaupe! I am ordered to bring you something."

Phoebus couldn't help being a little curious, wondering which other lady other than the king could instigate Tristan: "Just say it."

"A lord wants to invite you to visit a gallery of the royal family, so he specially sent me to lead the way." Tristan said, bowing respectfully, "What do you think?"

Phoebus, of course, would not have any objections, so he followed Tristan to the gallery.But as he walked, he racked his brains to guess which beauty had taken a fancy to Phoebe's handsome masculinity, and specially invited someone like Tristan to send a message to the appointment.After much deliberation, only the queen and the two princesses of the royal family meet this possibility.The charming figure and face of Princess Anna appeared in front of him for a moment, and he couldn't help but secretly excited, but he didn't dare to ask Tristan for confirmation.

It would be rash to guess right, but it would be very abrupt to guess wrong; more importantly, Tristan felt very difficult to mess with, and Phoebus didn't want to walk out of the gate of the palace with invisible scars all over his body.

After reaching the gallery, Tristan stopped and asked Phoebus to go in alone.At any rate, Phoebe had had several romantic encounters, so he knew what was going to happen next, so he walked in, pretending to concentrate on admiring the masterpieces in the gallery.

However, in the eyes of Phoebus, who didn't know how to appreciate the beauty of art, those naked ass|buttocks and naked bodies seemed to be the chief culprits that set him on fire.His mind wandered, his eyes wandered, and soon he was embarrassed to find that he had already reacted, so he could only walk in the corridor with his legs crossed, and his eyes moved to the landscape painting.It didn't take long before he heard crisp footsteps, and the feeling that each step was clearer and closer made Phoebe's heart beat fast, his eyes slipped, and he felt himself The current image is still very handsome and tall, so he turned around confidently.

——However, after turning around, he was stunned immediately.Phoebe stared dumbfounded at the person walking towards him from one end of the gallery, almost thinking that it was a hallucination he had longed for.

——The demon, the Egyptian who should have died, and the chief culprit who disturbed Phoebe's dream and made him sleepless for a long time, why did he appear here!

"You seem surprised, Phoebus." The culprit was very satisfied with the effect he had created, ignoring Tutankhamun's gnashing of teeth again, and using the charming golden-green halo from his left eye to maintain the illusion.He limited the object of the phantom to Phoebes, and after going back in time to extract his memory, he perfectly shaped a gallows version of Ace.So what appeared before Phoebe's eyes was not the gorgeously dressed and noble Duke of Orleans, but the prisoner waiting to die who had been deeply entangled in his nightmare.

The blood from the wound soaked through the thin shirt, and the shadow under the collarbone could be clearly seen in the open neckline.There was a noose loosely around his neck, and the other end of the murderous rope was in Ace's hand.In the eyes of Phoebus, Ace, who was approaching him step by step, seemed to be stepping on the thorns of hell. Every time he took a step closer, the torch behind him would spit out long tongues of flame silently, as if welcoming the arrival of the monarch.Even the shadows projected on the ground seemed to have strange shapes, as if hiding the figure of the hell banshee.

Phoebus couldn't help taking a step back, but felt that he shouldn't be afraid of a dead man.He wanted to draw out his sword to show his courage, but he didn't bring any self-defense tools today because he wanted to attend the dance, so he stood there tremblingly and pretended to be calm: "You..."

"Don't you welcome me, Phoebus?" Ace asked back, his expression darkened, as if he was melancholy because of Phoebe's actions, "You are so afraid of me... Could it be so easy to forget that you once said something in your mouth? A love language to speak?"

In terms of aristocratic demeanor and attention-grabbing, His Excellency Water Glory is one of the best.Remember how many young magicians fought all day long for a place in the library just to peek at Ace's melancholy side face, and how many noble teenagers generously helped the flower shop owner in the city-state of Meraoda just because of Boyes' smile The achievements... Compared with them, what is Phoebus?It's just an empty bag with a handsome face.

Sure enough, the vigilance on Phoebe's face softened.He didn't even care that the image that frightened him the most appeared in front of him, and obsession gradually appeared in his eyes: "How could it be? I have been thinking about you, and I have never forgotten..."

"I still remember the moment you appeared in front of my eyes." Ace continued to approach him unhurriedly, with affectionate and charming eyes.A good hunter is always patient with his prey, a rule-breaker like Emperor Odin... Bah bah!Damn he is not the prey!

"...Like the sun appearing in the night, it is extremely dazzling," Ace paused for a while, and continued to read the script without changing his expression, "Just like your name 'Phoebes'...your light Dazzling, with a blond and snow-skinned beauty by my side, I should have given up on getting acquainted with you, but the moment I met your eyes, I suddenly changed my mind."

—Ace did change his mind.He originally just wanted to find the source of his gaze, but after seeing Phoebus, Ace decided to attack him because the other party was unexpectedly interested in him.And Phoebe himself is a playboy, when Ace made this decision, he knew that they would not last long, but he didn't expect the betrayal to come so fast, and he was stabbed before he got started!

Ace has lived for more than [-] years, and has never been so embarrassed.Even though he was chased by Emperor Odin all the way to the Forbidden Sea, he is still a person who has control over the situation and the direction of the wind, and who is able to look at the calm sea and look at himself (?) narcissistically.Undoubtedly, Phoebus stroked him backwards, and he still had the guts to hit the muzzle of the gun again.Ace is not a saint with a big heart. What he believes in is retribution, so the reconciliation in Phoebe's fantasy...how can it be so simple?

Phoebus could not have known this.All he could see now was Ace's face, which was illuminated even more beautifully by the intermittent firelight, and those two thin lips with beautiful curvature and bright color.After letting go of his guard, he even spoke with a bit of grievance: "...But I couldn't hear you say your own name until the end..."

Of course, it is impossible for Ace to admit this. All he has to do is to veto all of Phoebe's ideas, so as to arouse the guilt in the other party's heart to the greatest extent: "No, when we first met, I will repay you. I have given my own name. I have never concealed my identity, and even fell in love with you desperately... But what about you?"

Phoebus opened his mouth, but found that his head was messed up like a paste, and he couldn't refute at all: "...I..."

Damn, he couldn't remember whether he had heard Ace introduce his name before!Originally, for a young, handsome and promising officer like him, there was no difference between Mary Dett and Anna Muse. Although the impression was deep when they met for the first time, the contact was only a few minutes, and they were always mixed up in the happy field How could Phoebus clearly remember what the other party said and did?

He looked at Ace annoyedly, and a wry smile appeared on Ace's face at the right time: "Sure enough...you didn't care about me at all."

Phoebus, who always spoke sweet words easily, was speechless.He was downcast, but he still wanted to make it up, and completely forgot to ask how Ace appeared here: "No, I care about you very much...I like you very much...No, I thought about maintaining a relationship with you... "

"Shhh, needless to say." Ace shook his head and said softly, "You don't care about me... because I'm an Egyptian? Because I'm humble and you are noble? Because you have a charming fiancée, and the same sex But the relationship between them can’t see the light at all?”

His voice is no longer full of melancholy and sweetness, but as cold and frightening as a poisonous snake spit out a letter.Phoebus was overwhelmed by his sudden change, and murmured: "How do you know?"

He did associate with Ace with such an idea, anyway, he was just a lowly Egyptian, so what if something happened?What's more, they are both men, so do they really want to maintain a relationship?If someone finds out, Phoebe's future will be ruined!

Although Ace's beauty is indeed very disappointing, but Phoebus does have the idea of ​​getting away after taking advantage, otherwise he would not take him to the old lady Farudel casually.What he didn't expect was that it was because of his frivolity that Ace had the same idea.The two hit it off almost instantly, and without Claude's hastily intervening, getting together and breaking up could almost be said to be a doomed ending.

But now Ace thinks that Claude is very pleasing to the eye, and even decided to keep the other party by his side because of the other party's aptitude for touching the "door" and the wonderful feelings at that time.In contrast, Phoebus with a lot of [crossed out] chest hair is not pleasing to the eye no matter how you look at it... Ace even felt a little emotional, why did he think that Phoebus fit him in the first place? What about aesthetics?

Hearing Phoebus confess his thoughts, Ace's smile became dangerous.He said coldly: "When I was arrested and suffered in prison, you lay on a soft bed to recuperate; when I was tried and tortured by the court, you drank with others in the tavern; when I accepted the pain of death, You are hugging your fiancée and making fun of it! Phoebus de Chateaupe, you say you care about me? Like me? Want to maintain a relationship with me?"

Phoebe's eyes widened instantly, and he looked at him in surprise: "Why... why do you know this!"

It's easy to guess one thing right, but it's not normal to guess everything right.Phoebus couldn't help trembling, and the previous charming illusion was broken from his heart.The one standing in front of him was clearly that Ace who crawled back from hell to settle accounts with him, not the lover of his fantasy!

"Of course I know, Phoebus." Ace smiled in a very strange tone. "Because I'm always by your side..."

After saying these words, he finally walked in front of Phoebus.Phoebus wanted to retreat, but found that there was no way to avoid it. At some point behind him, a deep chasm appeared, and a raging flame was still burning inside!

He couldn't help but shouted in fear: "Who the hell are you!"

"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this?" Ace sneered, letting out all his restrained aura.When the spiritual coercion of the great magister shrouded Phoebus, he finally couldn't help his feet and sat down: "The devil...the devil..."

"Don't you think I'm humble?" Ace squatted down halfway, looking contemptuously, and patted Phoebe's face lightly like a playful one.At the same time, he canceled part of his vision of Phoebus, and the costume of the "Duke of Orleans" reappeared in Phoebe's eyes, "Huh? Don't you think I'm an Egyptian? Don't you think that association with me will make you Is it an unspeakable thing to be ashamed of your face?"

His tone became gentle again, but the corners of his lips were full of contempt: "You should disregard the decency of a nobleman and make a steaming mirror to reflect your own shadow. Do you really think that you have the name of the sun god? Can it be as dazzling as the sun? Do you really think that you are very handsome and can easily attract people's hearts?"

He sneered, and said like a chant: "It's incredible, Phoebus... you would have such a naive idea? Ugly and ordinary, weak like an ant, I can kill you at any time, cut you Open your skin, dissect your bones, cut your arteries. Throw your soul into purgatory, I'm afraid not even a single bubble will come out. You are such an insignificant person, who gave you to piss me off? guts?"

Phubus stared at him blankly, and suddenly scrambled back: "I am not the one who killed you... I am not the one who sent you to prison..." He completely forgot what he had done to Ace back then. The reason for turning against each other is just to retort in a broken voice: "It wasn't me... I didn't do it... I didn't anger you..."

Ace stood up and looked down at him condescendingly: "Oh? Really not?"

Phoebus nodded desperately as if grasping at a glimmer of hope.Ace suddenly changed his face, raised his toes, and ran into Fubus's face, and said in a helpless tone: "But what should I do? I really want to make an eye-catching stain disappear from my eyes... Fubus, aren't you Do you like me? How about sacrificing for me?"

He pressed his toes hard against Fubisko's straight nose, tilted his head and smiled and said, "If I obediently disappear from my eyes, maybe I will forgive you... You like to be drained of blood and die." Or chained to his ass and paraded through Paris for a week before dying?"

Phoebus stared at him in horror, suddenly his crotch became hot, and he passed out unbearably.Ace couldn't help but "tsk" in disappointment, took a step back, and frowned to avoid the pungent smell.

He turned around and was about to leave when a figure suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he was stunned: "...Claude?"

Claude walked towards him step by step with a glass of red wine in his hand.There was a strange expression on his face, half a smile but not a smile, like the shaking of the wine hitting the wall of the glass, it was unpredictable: "...as dazzling as the sun?"

Ace was dumbfounded: "...Claude..."

"Desperately fell in love with... him?" Claude narrowed his eyes and continued to approach.

Ace: "...Claude, listen to me..." He had never seen Claude burst out with such a fierce aura, his mouth was dry for a while, and he wanted to push him against the wall for a thirsty kiss .

However, Claude stepped past him and walked slowly to the unconscious Phoebus.As if seeing something dirty, he frowned, then stepped on Phoebe's face, and walked back slowly.When passing Ace again.He raised his arm slightly, and a glass of red wine drew a graceful parabola in the air, and it all fell on Ace's face.

After doing all this, he calmly walked towards the entrance of the gallery.Just like when it appeared, it disappeared quietly at the end of the gallery.

Ace: "..."

Hehe Madam, being so arrogant and charming makes people love and hate at the same time. I don't know how to love her! ! !