【Notre Dame Cathedral】Salome of the Archdeacon

I hit the music on the board on the "Regret Chair", which made the old men very upset. I also happily swayed back and forth, turning the Painful Learning Chair into a rocking car, "creaking and creaking".

"Something has happened to the aunts!" John saw my sister and me from a distance in the crowd, and saw Claude in the jury box. He was anxious and wanted to squeeze in to find us, but was stopped by the guards, so he had no choice but to It is urgent to find the Beggar King and Gringoire.

Sitting in the center is the governor in a gray bluestone robe, with a goatee standing up, plugging his ears and staring at me; the seat on the left is Jacques Chamolu, a judge of the Holy See in a black robe like a crocodile, and the one on the right is like a pig The big fat man in the red robe was Mr. Lippe Loulier, the court judge, and they turned a deaf ear to my shameless face.

Their faces were as heavy as water, and they were used to harshness, but this was the first time they saw such two beauties, and the blonde one among them was very happy, and they didn't know what was going on.

As a member of the Holy See jury, Claude was fidgeting in the auditorium on the left wearing a black robe and black hat. He was preoccupied, his eyes were full of distress and forbearance. He supported his head with his hands because of the pain, and patted the hat. Falling off, pulling out strands of gray hair, and suppressing his heartbroken nerves with a posture that is almost self-harming, his heart is about to break.

"Xiaosha, you might as well shed some tears, I know you are scared, but you always pretend to be strong, you always smile at me, because I said I like your smile, but I wish I could hold you, Comfort you, let you cry as you like, instead of holding back like this..." Claude knelt down and prayed to God in pain in his heart, the more Xiaosha stopped crying, the more Claude's heart ached, seeing her immature With a forced smile on his pretty face, he laughed indifferently, and Claude raised his head, feeling overwhelmed with pain.

"Child, why is it you again? Can't you do something good? Let me and the vice bishop rest easy!" Mr. Fuyin glanced at Claude cautiously, feeling very helpless for what I have committed now. Returning is a catastrophe.

"My lord, I think what I do is good." I held my head high, neither humble nor overbearing, and sat upright on the regret chair, and my heroic spirit attracted everyone's attention.

"Your Majesty, it seems that this witch is a regular visitor to your place. It's really presumptuous." The justice of the Holy See snorted coldly. Torture will do.

I pouted and complained about their cognitive bugs: "I'm not a witch, if I were a witch, wouldn't you be able to catch me and run away?"

"Sophistry! Have you ever seen a bad guy write the word 'bad guy' on his face?! You don't admit it's normal, and witches are always full of lies." The judge of the Holy See decided that I was a witch because he thought a beautiful woman who could speak well They are witches, and it has already been marked in the Holy See's witch-hunting guide "The Witch's Hammer".

"I never lie to good people." I raised my eyebrows and showed a look of "caring staff" to the judge of the Holy See.

"You are lying to me." The Holy See judge said with a straight face.

"That's because you're a bad person, and you're so fierce, you've been yelling at me and never stopped!" I sat on the rocker, tilted my stool, and continued to dance happily.

"Would you say it? If you don't say it, I will be tortured and served! Your sister is much more honest than you!" The judge of the Holy See felt that I was teasing him, so he couldn't help but walked down and slapped me on the shoulder: "Would you say it? ! Say it or not!"

"Then you are asking! What are you talking about if you don't ask me?!" My head was buzzing after being beaten, and I yelled at the judge of the Holy See: "The beating made my shoulder hurt!"

Claude stared at the judge of the Holy See viciously. The judge felt a chill all over his body. Seeing the murderous eyes of the vicar, he was forced to stop awkwardly, returned to his seat, closed his eyes and did not speak.

The court judge paid more attention to the matters of the case, rubbed his big nose, and said slowly: "Okay... First of all, did you make the printing machine?"

"I did." I admitted very readily.

"What is the purpose of your printing press?" he asked me next.

I leaned over to him, showing a gloomy and terrifying smile: "It's fun, I'm happy."

The yamen servants pulled me back again.

The court judge hid back in fear and disgust: "Why is the printing plate the version of the city gate pass? Where did you get the original? Is it related to the archdeacon?"

I didn't care much and thought of an absurd but reasonable reason: "I often go in and out of Claude's office, and I stole it while he was not paying attention. Is there any need to ask? In your impression, we gypsies are habitual thieves." , I just think the graphic is beautiful, I just took it from the file."

"What's the relationship between you and the vicar?" the judge of the Holy See asked me nervously. It would be difficult to involve the Holy See and the dignified and dignified vicar.

"Oh, I'm just his mistress! He has money and power, so I deliberately approach him, and use his power to do whatever I want and live a good life." I spread my hands, pretending to be relaxed, I must not Involving Claude, I must kill me and have nothing to do with him.

The court judge frowned at me: "Do you know that your behavior is considered treason?"

"Don't you know? If you know, I won't do it. I just think it's fun?" I continued to insist that I personally did the printing machine case.

The court judge sighed coldly: "Huh! The witch really avoids the important and ignores the trivial, and she is a liar! All the mobs in the city have absconded. It seems that it is all due to you!"

"I don't know, I said it, I just played by myself!" I closed my eyes, resisted the urge to cry, and continued to take responsibility.

"You're really good at stealing, but you stole the pass." Mr. Fu Yin grabbed the court judge and muttered to me, because he knew that I was not easy to deal with, so he turned to ask my sister sharply: "Esmeralda! You assassinated Captain Phoebes de Châteaupe! Do you plead guilty to this?"

"I think..." My sister was frightened, she responded in a daze, and sobbed uncontrollably, she hadn't recovered from the fact that she stabbed Phoebus, she was so painful that she was sluggish.

"Sister!..." I exclaimed, and rolled my eyes. Anyway, I must be convicted of treason for privately building a printing press, and I will die anyway. Wrong, but it wasn't my sister who did it, it was me!"

"Xiaosha! No! I know it's not!" Claude looked at me and knew it wasn't me. He felt sorry for me and took care of everything. This poor child is the only one who is hurt in the whole world.

"No! It's not my sister, it's me..." My sister also tried her best to refute. She stared at me who was smiling all the time, and tears fell drop by drop.

I put on a small face, pretended to laugh easily, and pointed to myself: "Don't listen to their nonsense! It's me, it's me, it's all me."

"You? But this is your sister's dagger, right? The archdeacon said your dagger was lost, and it was engraved with ACE, Esmeralda." The governor picked up the golden knife with a handkerchief The small dagger stained with Phoebes' blood was shown to the judges of the Holy See and the court judges, and then circulated to the members of the jury. When it was passed to Claude, Claude pushed it aside in regret, and closed his eyes tightly. He knew This is not Xiaosha's dagger, poor Xiaosha's fraternity.

"My dagger was indeed thrown into the river when I was saving someone. Last night, my sister and I were jealous because of Phoebes. He liked my sister better, so I grabbed my sister's dagger and stabbed him in a fit of anger. Love killing .I don’t know if he is dead or not? Please tell me.” My reason was very reasonable, and everyone in court believed it except my sister and Claude.

"Hmph! It's meaningless. Your guilt is too heavy. You will die anyway. Fortunately, the vicar is not dragged into the water by you. You damn selfish bitch!" The judge of the Holy See was very impatient with me, and I pursued the Everyone in Paris knew about Lord's incident. Why did the archdeacon seek such a woman to ruin his reputation: "My lord, don't be sad for the witch who deceived your feelings."

"That's right... don't cry for me anymore, Claude, you are a strong and good man, you are not worth it." My eyes were red with sadness, I have never cried before, I want to laugh for Claude, but I It still hurts to be called that kind of woman.

Claude stood up abruptly, confessed loudly and emotionally to me, choked up several times, and called out to me tearfully: "Xiaosha! You want to throw my heart on the ground and crush it to be reconciled! Madame, you Suffering such humiliation, I would rather die than die! I will let you go!"

"The vice-bishop is so obsessed with this witch, he needs to go to the confinement room to clean up! He has been enchanted! Witch! Stop casting spells!" Everyone was shocked, and they thought that people's normal emotions were bewitched.

"No one is worth dying for me, my lord vicar! You should go back to your business, I'm just using you, don't talk anymore..." I couldn't bear to look at Claude again, his heartbroken expression made me Heartbroken, I raised my head and held back tears to say unfeeling words.

"What do you call me...Little Sha! You call me the archdeacon?! You call me 'you'?! No! I can't abandon you, never!" Claude wanted to run to me like crazy, but he The guards around him stopped him and blocked him tightly.

"This witch is really powerful!" The court judge was amazed at me.

In fact, I don't have magic power, I'm just an ordinary person, if there is magic, it's Cupid's magic of love, love always makes people stupid, but today I am sober because of love.

The prefect pronounced the crimes of my sister and me: "Salome! This court pronounces that you have committed the crime of private printing presses, witchcraft, treason, murder, deceit, and prostitution; your sister has also committed Prostitution|prostitution."

"My sister and I have not committed the crime of prostitution|prostitution!" This is insulting my personality, insulting Claude's personality, and insulting my sister's personality!I cannot admit this.

"You are so annoying, it's already lunch time, don't bother us any more!" Jacques Chamolo, the judge of the Holy See, could bear it no longer.

"I said, my sister and I didn't commit the crime of prostitution!" I was very angry, and I gritted my teeth every word.

"My lord is giving you shame, come here!" The court judge wanted to arrange me in the simplest and rude way: "Pull this stinky girl to the torture room!"

"What an unconscious bitch, very hungry, and delayed our lunch." Jacques Chamolu was very jealous of Claude, shook his head under Claude's heart-piercing hatred eyes, and complained about the lunch problem.

"Xiaosha!" My sister dragged the table and ran towards me.

"Xiaosha! Xiaosha!" Claude yelled hoarsely and rushed down from the jury seat recklessly. Regardless of his appearance and dignity, he fought with the strong executioner who escorted me, trying to save me. , The executioner ignored him, closed the door tightly, and isolated Claude outside the torture room.

Claude desperately slapped the small glass window on the door, I kept looking at Claude's face with tears in my eyes, seeing his painful face gradually drowned in my tears, his cries gradually dissipated in my roar In the middle of my head, the executioner only grabbed me and tied me to the leather chair.

I can now see the horror of torture. There are high iron rings for whipping others, iron beds for pulling people's hands and feet out of joints, red-hot irons, a large vat of pepper water poured through the nose, and rolling wheels. , Iron Maiden, bed of nails, hell is nothing more than this...everything is rusty, sweaty, and bloody.

I am now tied to a cross in the shape of a cross, and I am sitting on a bench with my legs tightly tied together—this is the legendary tiger bench!

"Do you plead guilty?" said Mr. Ella Tottery, my cruel interrogator, grunting coldly, his voice seemed to be squeezed through his teeth.

"I don't admit it." I tightly squeezed my pale little mouth, I gritted my silver teeth, and squeezed my little face into a little bun.

"Add bricks." The cool official said.

The executioner moved a tall brick and shoved it under my tightly bound legs.

"Ah!" The Achilles tendon on my leg was in severe pain, and I groaned, tears and sweat mixed together.

"Now?" Ella smiled at me, this is his favorite scene to see, destroying such a delicate beauty, and the will of a strong person.

"I don't recognize..." I tightly grasped the hemp rope in my hand, I must hold back!I lowered my head and replied weakly, there was only air going out, not in.

"More!" Ella waved impatiently.

"Cough..." I bit my gums in pain, spat out a mouthful of blood, lowered my head with the blood in my mouth, a long stream of body fluid mixed with blood dripped over my chest, wet the cloak and skirt, and sprayed on my long golden curly hair There were bright red blood drops, and the blood choked me so much that I coughed.

"Little Sha!" Claude yelled my name in pain like a person who had been burned. Seeing me vomiting blood, he frantically shook the door, kicked the door, ran away and hit the door with his body, and finally stabbed his own chest with a dagger. heart.

The nightingale and the rose, for love, the rose's thorn pierces the nightingale's heart.

"Claude..." I sobbed, I was speechless, I tried my last remaining strength, and turned my head to show a gentle and sad smile to Claude.

"Have you recruited? Why bother?" The cruel official frowned at the pair of fateful mandarin ducks, and took a sip of tea.

"My lord, I'm recruiting...cough... Your Excellency, the archdeacon, is not guilty, my sister is not guilty, and everyone else is not guilty! It's all my fault! I'm recruiting." I raised my head, and the blood flowed down the lines of my chapped lips. , I vomited blood, coughed and wheezed violently, and the salty blood almost choked me to death.

"Okay, this kind of petty crime is the same for anyone, it's not bad for you, let's print the evidence." The cruel official waved his hand, and the clerk next to him brought several crimes.

My legs were loosened, my legs were so numb that I couldn't move, and I was pulled by the executioners. They pulled my fingers to my lips, dipped my own vomited blood, and left bloody fingerprints.

"Don't worry, it's still in time! Beauty, you can still dance... If you add another piece, your leg will be broken." Ella Totoro snorted coldly, and smiled stiffly and cruelly at me: " Little beauty, you can really persevere, stronger than men."

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The author has something to say:

The author really wants to let go of his feelings and say some nonsense about himself, but it's a pity that he has to wait until the end of the epilogue, there is still a long time~ crying, I hold back.

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