Lucieux bowed his head and said nothing, and Eloch seemed to have lost interest in it, he casually removed the chess piece from Luciere's hand and put it back on the astrolabe, "You should go back, Lucieu." He urged softly. Lucieux raised her head, the sun had already left, but the moon and the stars had not yet risen, there was chaos between the sky and the sea, the light was faint, and Eloch stood in front of the window, unable to distinguish his expression and details, only a red outline outlined by the last residual light, and then Lucieu seemed to hear him whisper something, and she replied that she did not want to go back to the royal court, so Eloch let her rest here - Eloch's room was familiar and warm to Lucieu, she was safe here, and as soon as Eloch laid her on the bed, she fell into a groggy sleep—not only from the wine, but also from the excitement and thoughtfulness of the days on end, and the fear of the chaotic locks. If it weren't for the dark-haired Dragonborn, the person she was in love with, this would have been the first thing she would have done back on Lynn Island.

Darkness swept through her consciousness, as well as across the entire Emerald Forest Island.

Eloch walked through the darkness, the darkness made the real "comer" happy, and the places he passed seemed to remain the same, but only he knew that the roots of the plants and trees would rot from the deepest depths, and the evil aura would rob them of life, and then breed corrupt plants and animals that would make this overly calm and monotonous island more interesting and diverse, and he looked forward to the day. The patrols of the Eya elves walked by him regularly, but they didn't seem to be able to spot Eloch, or the creatures in Elohe's shell, walking towards the royal court deep in the jungle without any hindrance along the way.

As described before, the Silver Crown Forest has many similarities with the Emerald Forest Island, and so does their royal court, I must say that there is any difference, probably the elven court of the forest island is covered with a layer of sand from the edge of the island, and the shimmering peridot not only plays a role in assimilating the color with the dense forest, but also makes the entire royal court show a soft light like stars - there is also the fact that the elves skillfully inlaid the steps, the walls and the coral on the zenith, Shells and pearls, which are either ground into tiny beads or cut into delicate flakes, are used by the elves to make color tones and "paint" stunning pictures.

The birds and small animals of the jungle also often inhabit the royal court, and the elven architecture is different from the human architecture, it is not only full of life, but also has an incomparably tolerant nature, as long as it is not unnatural, from malicious deformed creatures, all life can find a place here, but when the shadow passes over them, they fall into a deep sleep that cannot be awakened by the elves' guards and attendants.

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Julio picked up the heavy silver spoon and took a big bite of it—and then ...... He froze.

Bishop Picromini put down his bread and looked at his ward suspiciously, not so much as if he was ecstatic at the taste of a sweet and delicious taste, and, only for a moment, little Medici's nose and eyes were subtly red, and her eyes were sparkling with a sparkle— The Bishop was well aware that Giulio had not been the kind of child who liked to scream since he was a baby, and that there were even fewer things that would make him cry, so little that he could barely remember, could it be that the Patch family or Pope Siscott IV Assassins had followed them?

Just as the Bishop was about to call for the herbs, Julio finally raised a hand with difficulty to stop him, and the comical storm was put to rest before it took shape.

"Because it's so unpalatable?" asked the bishop curiously, for it stands to reason that the church in the small town of Spero should not neglect a Picomini, especially since this food was specially ordered by him, and he pulled the cup, scooped a mouthful from it, and put it in his mouth, which should be said to be nothing to be faulted with, except that it was a little cold. There were not only ice, goat's milk, almonds, and honey named by the bishop, but also ginger, cinnamon, alfalfa, rosemary, and nutmeg—the monk who acted as a cook might have crushed all their spices and put them all away, and it was as thick as the soil under the snow, and it was guaranteed to taste fragrant.

Giulio watched as Bishop Picromini passed the cup to the others, and every monk present tasted it, and many of them nodded their heads in appreciation—but, Bishop, there was a heavy crowd of maggots-infested cheese, half-rotten dried meat, and fishy pickled fish, who felt that what was delicious was not necessarily suitable for a child who was only six years old and had a sensitive sense of taste......

When it was the turn of Father Valencia, who was also only eight years old, he blinked slyly, carefully tasting only a little, and then his face twitched slightly, and he looked at poor little Medici, and gave him a smile of kindness again, only more genuinely than the previous one.

The latter has no love.

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Even the resilient soul from hundreds of years later was so discouraged by this cup of spices that Bishop Picromini had him taken to his next room, where he was given only a slice of soft white bread and a beer, and was exempted from prayer and evening prayer at the ninth hour (note 1), but not from bedtime and night prayer. Between vespers and bedtime, Giulio saw the shadow of a fire flickering in his window, and out of adult curiosity, he stepped on a Roman-style chest, pushed open the small window, and looked down. He first smelled a strong smell of oil and pine resin, and then saw a dark shadow reflected in the building by torches and candles, which would have nightmares if the person who saw it was indeed a six-year-old child. But Giulio's eyes were wide open, and he looked at the people walking or staying on the edge of the street with torches in hand, candlesticks, and flowers, and petals for groups of people with dustpans, baskets, and skirts, and the rich and sweet smell that even Giulio could clearly smell from the windows of the three-story building, and in the light gray streets, some people sketched the outlines with chalk, and some people did not, they sprinkled petals of the same color in one place, and then knelt on the ground and gathered them into the desired shape with their hands.

This work is said to last for three whole days, until the end of the liturgical procession of the Eucharist, in which the clergy and the accompanying persons will walk on the petals and flowers, untouched by the slightest earthly filth, like angels walking on clouds— The carpet-laying men toiled as hard and hard as bees, their faces flushed with excitement, their eyes glittered with happiness, and the intricacies, splendid and realistic drawings were born under their hands, which was undoubtedly quite attractive, and Giulio slipped down the box like a snake and slipped down to his bed until he heard the door gently open.

This little trick was of no use to Bishop Picromini, who had played the role of a stern administrator at the university, and he walked to the bed with a lighter step than Giulio, and touched the child's feet, the soles of which were noticeably colder than the ankles, suggesting that he had stood not so long ago in a place where his feet were prone to cold— The bishop looked around, and his gaze soon rested on the Roman box under the window, a rectangular box of the Roman style, which was made of a large number of iron pieces to avoid wear and tear and to be fastened to the horse's back and carriage surface, the latter of course, which also served a decorative role, especially on the lid, with the metal part inlaid with the pull rings and even more than the mottled wood.

To Giulio's surprise, however, the bishop rebuked him as harshly as he had ever done. What he did not expect was that Bishop Picromini had been so harsh before, because a wise child was more susceptible to the coveting and temptation of the devil, as he had seen in his father's court, in the university of Rome, in his uncle's church, that the dull man might have a chance to save himself, but that a wise man would be quicker and more stealthy than others when he slipped into the abyss, alas, he had seen no less than a dozen young men with a bright future go astray, destroying not only themselves, but also their relatives, friends, and family。

But if he is born spiritual, then the bishop no longer has to worry that he will be confused by the glory and splendor of the world. , just as when Francis was young, he was not only an unruly dissolute dissolute, but also, like him, the chief of the children of merchants and officials, who had nothing to do but drink wine, jousting, hunting, and indulged in the arms of prostitutes, and after a serious illness that almost killed him, he joined the army of Assisi against the invasion of Perugia, and fought in Perugia for twelve months until he was redeemed by his father. Even so, he did not wake up in time and repent, but five years later, on his way to another battlefield, he heard the loud cry of God.

And just as the Holy Spirit was watching over them, Bishop Picromini was guided into spiritual joy in the birthplace of St. Francis, in the place of salvation and in the place of perceiving death and eternity, convinced that Giulio di Giuliano de' Medici, even though he was young, was destined to go further than he did on the road to Jesus.

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In the early morning of the next day, the people of Spero were busy, although it was only about four o'clock in the morning, according to the time of hundreds of years, the monks, priests, priests and bishops had made morning prayers together, and the following prayers and hymns were sung, and Giulio saw a few people dressed in monk's clothes, but with worldly hairstyles and beards, and their bare feet were unusually white and fat, and they seemed to know that they were not often exposed to the sun and dust, and from the whispers of the priest of the church of Santa Maria Maggiore, the little Medici knew that they were all nobles of Spero, just as the Medici parents could be the first to receive Holy Communion, they were also entitled to put on the monk's linen robes, to tie cords in place of belts, and to follow the ranks of the priests barefoot.

Merchants and guild presidents who were next to them were fortunate enough to be in the second queue behind the nobles in their regular robes, artisans and commoners were in the third ranking, and those who had committed crimes, prostitutes, and some who were engaged in dirty trades were either not allowed to join the procession or had to follow quietly.

The clergy were at the forefront, each holding a small relic and a Bible, behind them was the Bishop of Picromini with the Eucharist and the Holy Lord, the parish priest of the church of Maggiore carrying a candle for him, the monks followed them barefoot, and behind the monks were the nobles, merchants, guild masters, artisans and commoners, and some poor people scattered and scattered— After the procession of priests passed, the petals on the ground could be picked up and taken home, and these holy and fragrant relics could be used as medicines for excellent healing, or they could be ground and mixed with ink to copy sacred scriptures, or they could be rearranged and filled into silk sacs to give to their lovers. The poor people could barely get a few petals, and if anyone was willing to pity them, it would be fine, and if there were mean and stingy people, they would even crush the petals they could not take with their toes in the cracks of the stone slabs.

Julio's duty today was to be the bearer of the incense burner, and together with three other boys, he carried a small inner burner, the charcoal of which was in the inner pot, and the frankincense was poured over the charcoal, and then the lid was closed, and the bearer had to shake them constantly, firstly to keep the charcoal in full contact with the air, and secondly, to spread the smoke of the frankincense as far as possible— For the people of this age, this smoke is a gift of God's grace and the intercession of saints in heaven, especially for the sick and those who are burdened with sin.

On the other hand, the work was extremely hard, the city of Spero was not large, but the roads were tortuous, and all the churches, convents, and convents of all the sizes had built beautiful temporary altars, and the procession kept stopping in front of the temporary altars, and before nightfall, the three boys-in-waiting, except for Giulio, were a little straight-eyed, pale, and the amplitude of the shaking of the furnace was not so satisfactory.

On the other hand, the work was also extremely hard, the city of Spero was not large, but the roads were tortuous, and all the churches, convents, and convents of all sizes had made beautiful temporary altars, and the procession kept stopping in front of the temporary altars, and before nightfall, the three boys-in-waiting, except for Giulio, were a little straight-eyed, pale, and the shaking of the furnace. ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————