The room was unusually quiet, the short and fat middle-aged man seemed to use all his strength to finish the sentence just now, and was gasping heavily, his two friends stared at the people standing next to him in disbelief, I kept a calm smile, and my mind was also a mess.

Is there something I'm interested in? What would that be? His Holiness the Pope's secret letter? Or a warrant from His Majesty the Emperor? Or the huge treasures buried in the depths of the church?

None of this matters, I know that I have to hold on, and the more I show indifference, the more worthless the other party will become, and the greater the possibility of not being sitting, thus forcing him to make concessions and exchange the minimum price for the greatest benefit.

I can't afford to mess with myself at this moment!

Having made up my mind, I poured a glass of wine gracefully, tried to control my facial expression, and said indifferently: "I'm sorry, I'm not interested in what you are talking about, and I don't want to know, unfortunately, you can go back." ”

"You must be interested, Lord Duke!"

The stocky middle-aged man broke free from his companion's arm and rushed to me, foaming at the mouth with excitement, and several green tendons burst out on his fair skin, which had been hiding in the church for many years and had not engaged in manual labor.

"I'll prove it to you!"

"Proof?"

I strongly suppressed the desire to see the truth in my heart, and continued to answer in a teasing tone: "Sorry, I'm really not interested! ”

After hearing this, the short and fat middle-aged man's face first showed a stunned look, then slowly frowned, and finally the tight cheek muscles suddenly relaxed.

"Forgive me for taking the liberty of it, Lord Duke."

He seemed to be freed from the weight of a thousand pounds, his arms were weakly propped up on the table, and his forehead was instantly sweating.

"Everyone is worried about the safety of the Bishop, we just want the answer, whether people live or die, there must be an explanation."

"What you want has already been made known to the world, and standing in front of God, I dare to solemnly swear without changing my face and heartbeat, because this is the case, unless you force me to lie or violate my pious faith!"

I stroked the smooth rim of the glass, staring with burning eyes at the flush on the white cheeks of the stocky middle-aged man, the after-effects of over-agitation.

"Could it be...... You're not here to get justice for Bishop Constance, and to put it bluntly, all three of you have your own little secrets, right? ”

"Slander! You are humiliating our character! Oh, God! ”

The man who sleeps on the table seems to know nothing but anger, like a barrel of explosives leaking out of gunpowder, just a little bit, the anger value is absolutely full enough, a typical red-faced character, the role of existence is to constantly stir up the scene.

"So we don't have anything to talk about, do we?" Squeezing out a blameless smile, I shrugged my shoulders again, pretending to be helpless.

The companion who had a hooked nose and stopped the hurricane said calmly: "Lord Duke, if you say something too clearly, won't you lose the interest in chatting?" Please give us a chance, and also give yourself a chance, since we dare to be celibate here, we will have the determination to never retreat, how can we retreat before the goal is achieved? ”

The one who sings the white face is coming!

I sneered in my heart, the red-faced and white-faced double reed, sung from ancient times to the present day, tried and tested, I didn't expect that people in the Middle Ages would actually make innovations and send three characters to perform a big play, and things began to get interesting.

"It's your business to say it or not, it's my business to listen or not, and other than that, the two sides have nothing to do with it." I pushed away my dry glass, rubbed my palms together with confidence, and waited for my opponent to obediently enter the urn.

The short and fat middle-aged man looked eagerly at the hooked nose, the angry man also leaned over and surrounded him in the middle, and the ball was kicked back at their feet, and the choice was all in one thought.

The hooked nose of the eagle nose of the eyeball in the socket back and forth, as if fighting for a long time, finally stopped at my sight, each other read from each other's eyes too much-for-tat contest and inhumane information, he swallowed and spit, pulled out a chair and sat down by himself, reached out to pick up the flask and asked:

"I'm thirsty and want a drink, is that okay, Lord Duke?"

"Please!"

I raised my eyebrows casually, and he took the glass full of scarlet wine, sniffed at the tip of his nose, and nodded very knowingly: "The fine Burgundy wine is more mellow than the one produced in our abbey, and its production is not large, so it should be worth a lot." ”

"It's just life, you know." I shook my head flirtatiously and invited the other two priests to take their seats.

Hooknose dipped his fingers in the liquor and drew an unorthodox circle on the table.

"After reading this, you will naturally understand whether we are interested in the secrets we have......"

As he spoke, he struck three more dots on the side of the circle, and I peeked at the nondescript symbols out of the corner of my eye, and sat down with a serious look.

"It's done, that's it."

The hooked nose fingers rushed to a limp, as if he had completed some shocking masterpiece, and he looked at me proudly, and waited with joy for his opponent to throw away his armor.

Yes, I lost my armor, but unfortunately in my heart, although the symbol that appeared on the table was extremely shocking to my senses, like a spear with barbs stabbed into the chest, and then desperately stirred up the internal organs into a chaotic paste, the pain and blankness filled my mind, but there was still a strong voice reminding me that you must be calm, at least in front of the enemies who think they have a plan, and overwhelm their arrogance with a calm momentum.

The liquor on the table swiped rapidly, and the liquid shrank little by little, and finally disappeared completely, but the traces of drying up retained the original texture very clearly.

It's a kanji, I've seen it in the abandoned mines of Collon, but it doesn't feel like the shock of a medieval monk writing it to me at this moment, it's like detonating a nuclear reactor in my head.

It doesn't matter what the other side knows, or what I don't know, it's important not to let them take the initiative in the negotiations.

"I don't understand ......"

As soon as I opened my mouth, the hooked nose shook his head and interrupted my words, and pressed his index finger to his lips in a silent motion: "Listen to me, Lord Earl?" ”

That's it! Listening to his words first, I made a gesture of please, hugging my shoulders and leaning back in my chair.

"It starts with the former Bishop Fields, the current Bishop doesn't know, in other words, the whole thing, only the three of us in the church know, you don't have to worry about leaks, because all the parties are sitting in front of you."

Hooknose introduced their identities one by one: "My name is Arthur, I am from Amfergello, and it is my friend Jerome who is angry with you, and that is Timothy of Thebes, and we are all priests of the church at present, and it has been more than thirty years since we were children who dedicated ourselves to the sacred faith, and the church is all we have. ”

Jerome sat furthest away from me, still writhing and smiling, and his temper was a far cry from his Latin holy name, and Timothy, who was the first to spit out his secret, was a black-headed Greek who looked like a devout believer, and Arthur, who spoke, had a dark red head, though the devil knew where Amphigerlo's place was.

But I can guess from the hooked nose that he may have come from Brittany, on the shores of the ocean, and that I had seen many red-headed Cape merchants in Nijmegen.

"Bishop Fields is a kind old man, he has been in charge of the diocese of Constance for twenty years, and has a good reputation and prestige among the people, and in those years, Constance was still the center of theology, and even the Vatican seminary, where many aspiring young people with faith gathered, and a few of us ...... same."

Arthur's eyes were misty, as if he remembered his youth.

"I met them in a village outside Constance, Jerome of Bologna, Timothy who had trekked from Greece, and Adrian, who claimed to have crossed the sea in search of truth, from Canterbury, Britannia. We all thought that it was God who made four strangers from all over the world acquainted, and that this fate was wonderful, and so, as all young people with good blood do, we began a friendship, a friendship that we once thought was infinitely beautiful and mutually supportive......"

"Good Bishop Fields has opened its doors to inquisitive young people, and we have been listening tirelessly to the study of the scriptures, and our days have been filled to the fullest."

"Adrian was the wisest of all and was always the first to memorize and comprehend obscure passages of the Bible, so he was quickly appreciated by Lord Fields, who promoted him to the rank of priest of the clock, and was given the right to enter his study at any time to access the collection. Only heartfelt blessings and envy, secretly desperately trying to copy the scroll, hoping to be as easy as he did. Adrian, who had risen to the top of his position, continued to correspond to us as before, helping them to learn the many teachings, and nothing seemed to have changed. ”

"O God, that blasphemous traitor!" Father Timothy covered his sobbing cheeks with trembling hands, and Jerome pursed his lips, his brow condensed into a dead knot.

"The devil must have given him the ability to remember!"

Father Arthur shook his fist affirmatively: "If I hadn't stumbled upon it, who would have known that Adrian, the conscientious priest of the Clock, actually has an ulterior secret?" He would play a flute peculiar to Britain, and in his spare time he would often play it to relieve everyone's boredom, which was nothing to be remarkable, but he would sometimes play strange tunes at night, and when asked, it was said that it was the homesick outpouring of Canterbury, and that it would bring your thoughts home, and everyone would be surprised. ”

"Once I was on an errand, rushed back to the church overnight, and happened to see a businessman hiding in the grass outside the courtyard wall, eavesdropping on Adrian's flute while discrediting the record, you know, Constance is an important transportation hub, and there is an endless stream of business travelers to and from here, and it makes sense to say that the businessman was aroused by the beautiful flute and climbed the wall to eavesdrop, maybe he is also a Canterbury man, and he smells the music of his hometown in a foreign country, but things are far from so simple."

"A year later, I went out at night again, and I happened to bump into the same businessman hiding in the same place and eavesdropping, this is weird, isn't it?"

"I was more careful, and when I heard the merchant's name, I learned that he was not Britonite at all, but belonged to the Italian Chamber of Commerce, so I became suspicious of Adrian's identity and purpose, and after careful consideration, I finally found an opportunity to report it to Lord Fields."

"At first, my lordship thought that my suspicions were completely unfounded and subjective, and even thought that I was trying to frame my friend out of terrible jealousy, until the contents of the secret room of his current bishop's bedroom were moved, and he did not believe that I was telling the truth!"

"The secret room is locked with heretical documents and mysterious runes that have been discovered by the previous bishops, and the only one in the church who has the right to enter and exit the bishop's room freely is Adrian!"

"There is evidence that he was a scheming heretic, who had infiltrated churches in order to steal pagan documents, and that the out-of-town merchant was his accomplice! Master Fields was furious, and ordered Adrian to be taken and crucified, but every effort could not force him to confess his guilt, and in the end, the incorrigible poor man was burned alive and reduced to a pile of charcoal......"

(End of chapter)

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