The sun had already sunk for the most part, and the bright red light was swaying obliquely.

Johnny also cleaned up his fruit stand as usual, the snow season had just ended, but he was dressed rather naked. A dewy and cool top. The scars on his forearms, which were thicker than the thighs of some men, became particularly conspicuous.

It was the injury that forced him to abandon his shield and sword. It made him unable to hold the sword steadily, so he had to put his armor in the box, hoping that his son would put it back on and fight for the glory of the Lord.

Who knows, the former Templar is now a fruit seller? But even though Johnny gave up his sword and shield, he still didn't give up his physical exercise and prayer to God. If nothing else, at least his strength is worthy of his own big body, and he can use this muscle and weight to protect his fruit and family when someone looking for trouble appears.

Taking a step back, at least it would soothe his wife's frustration that he couldn't make more money. Johnny, the big man, may not be very conspicuous in the whole of Frankfurt, but at least he has his own prestige on this street.

- At least no one dared to take his fruit without paying for it.

"Man, I think you might be a little empty right now."

However, just as Johnny was packing up the rest of the fruit and frowning and pondering whether to give it to the poor or to dump it cheaply for the other merchants, a low, but not hoarse, manly voice sounded from behind him.

"Man, I guess you'd better not be here for the fun."

Johnny slackened his brow and replied in a gruff voice.

He straightened up and turned his head, the shadow cast by his tall body suddenly obscuring the short figure behind him.

For the guy who had nothing to do to talk to him. Johnny's first impression was "really shorty", and then after he saw the silver-haired man's face clearly. It was changed to "What a short little white face." ”

It was a delicate face that could only be described as neutral, more like a fragile doll than an aristocratic youth. It's a strange charm that neither men nor women will find strange because of this. And no matter which side it is, it is enough to be called handsome.

Unless it is a villain with low self-esteem and jealousy, no one will refuse to talk to a charismatic person. Even at the moment Johnny only sees the charm in his face.

"Of course," the silver-haired, blue-eyed man in black robe smiled and nodded, reaching out to shake Johnny's hand in a friendly manner, "Introduce yourself." My name is Roland...... Inquire about something. ”

As Roland withdrew his hand, the two gold coins were silently left in Johnny's palm.

Johnny squeezed it hard, then casually put one of them in his pocket, bit the other hard, and then his face bloomed: "Of course—of course! Everyone knows that Johnny never lies! Dear Sir. Standing in front of you is an honorably retired Templar, and I even have three Dawn-class insignia, which were ...... eight years ago."

"-My knight," Roland raised his voice suddenly, interrupting Johnny's smug speech, "I would like to hear you tell me more about your deeds in the bar afterwards. Now I'm in a bit of a hurry...... I've been told that you're the most well-informed person in the area. ”

"Not really. I just never lie...... Even though I'm retired, I've at least once been a Templar under Tyre. I can't give my team the dark. ”

Slightly groaned. Johnny reached out and scratched his chin, and replied solemnly, "Honestly, the most well-informed guy in Frankfurt should be the Joker." But he likes to lie, and he has nothing to do with it. If you have any hidden news to inquire. I suggest you go with a knife and a curse. Only his own question of life and death could force him to tell the truth. There was no need to worry about his revenge - the madman even thought it was funny. ”

"I've heard a little. After all, the intelligence monger who dares to play with the cardinal, and he is the only one who has about this Faennes. But what I'm going to inquire about isn't that secretive...... I think you know a thing or two. I don't like dealing with crazy people unless I have to. ”

Roland's words made Johnny almost burst out laughing.

Then, he nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes." I hate that guy too. But he's not a cardinal...... Forget it, it doesn't matter. In a word. Sir, what do you want to inquire about? ”

"Big deal." Much of Johnny's headache was that the man in front of him said a rather broad question, but fortunately he later emphasized it, "It's only about the church of Tyre." ”

Johnny groaned slightly, and then said solemnly: "The only part I know is about the mad saint and the election of the Pope. ”

"If you have time, Knight, you might as well talk about it."

The black-robed young man who called himself Roland replied without showing a smile: "I just arrived here, but it seems to be different from the Holy City in my impression......

"Of course it's different. Hum...... Without His Majesty Jupiter IV, they would not be able to do anything. ”

Johnny muttered, then cleared his throat and spoke, "First of all, the Mad Saint." ”

"I think you should have at least heard about the priest of the God of Covenant being held for no reason. The mercenaries and Ra's priests took advantage of the topic and quarreled fiercely. Now His Excellency the First Bishop is beginning to pay attention to this matter. ”

However, some of the roosters and thieves thought that something was wrong in the Holy City, and began to come in and prepare for trouble. I just broke the wrist of a heretic who wanted to attack my customer the day before yesterday, and today someone is preparing to make trouble nearby...... Let's get back to the point. If this happened in previous years, His Majesty Jupiter IV would summon a saint to solve the problem in a relaxed and pleasant way. The cardinals thought the same thing...... But they clearly failed. Summoning an uncontrollable madman saint to kill someone in the square, only to have to kill it themselves—it's a farce. It's good now, it's a big mess - in every sense. ”

Johnny's face was viscerally disdainful.

After stabilizing his mood a little, he continued.

"But there's good news—Lord Cyra has come out of prison."

"Cyra? Cardinal Cyra? ”

"That's right! That's the one! ”

Johnny's eyebrows fluttered and he said, "That lord is a true upright, a righteous man. There aren't many of them nowadays, even in the Knights. I couldn't figure out at first why His Majesty Jupiter IV had put him in prison - I understand now, probably because His Majesty had already realized that Frankfurt was going to be in trouble, and wanted to protect him. ”

"And then?"

"And then? Then the cardinal gathered twelve men and began to re-elect the pope. If I were to say that this should have been done a long time ago, by the way, I think that in the end it should have been the election of the Pope by the Syracians - whose righteousness is known to all. There is no one more suitable for this position than him. ”

Roland groaned slightly, and then asked, "Do you know when the election ceremony was announced?" ”

"Early this morning."

Johnny replied with great certainty, "Many people say it's morning, but I know it's definitely early in the morning—only early in the morning can the Ring Ritual be opened." Look at it, sir, wait until the early morning of three days, when the first round of voting is over, and it is definitely Lord Cyra who has elected the new pope. There can't be any other candidates - I bet they won't even go to the second round of voting, it must be a crushing vote difference. ”

"Three days......

Amid Johnny's boasting, Roland lowered his head and muttered with a frown. (To be continued.) )

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