Holy City

Central Sanctuary.

The rout of the front and Chopin's retreat have been transmitted back here.

In the huge conference room, there was a suffocating atmosphere.

Cardinals, clad in red, are arguing about what will follow.

"Chopin's act of escaping from the battle must be severely punished! The Holy City has opened up to his set of fallacies and heresies, and he does not think of reciprocating, and even encourages others to flee with him on the front line when the Holy City needs him most!"

"Chopin's disposal can be put aside, and the production of a new saint's legacy must be put on the agenda!"

"We must be cautious next, we don't have a lot of natural disaster cores in stock! And the horn that can temporarily control the eight major phenomena has also been completely destroyed, rather, now that even the eight major phenomena do not exist, and we need a new deterrent force to deal with the expansion of the Caucasus. ”

"At least our battle has been successful, and their Son of God is now completely out of power, and may not be able to make any more waves. ”

"Who can say that he won't recover? You know, he's ......"

The bishop of the retort was halfway through his speech, his voice stopped abruptly, and among the many iron-blue faces, he forcibly swallowed the forbidden word

After a brief silence, someone spoke again, breaking the silence.

"It is imperative to maintain the influence of the Holy City and to uphold righteousness and righteousness. If this continues, I am afraid that the orders of the Holy City will not even be able to get out of the city gates. ”

"Rebellion must be punished and those who follow blindly must be deterred. ”

"Not to mention, not only in the Caucasus, but also in the west, there is that guy from Anglo...... That guy has already obtained the authority of the Yellow King, and he must not be allowed to continue to expand, otherwise everything will completely get out of control!"

In the midst of the many arguments, someone plucked up the courage and looked at the upper seat.

"Now, only the Holy See and the Blue King ......"

His words were not returned, but the meaning was already clear.

Even if the situation is so corrupt, even if the Yellow King has betrayed, the Holy City has not lost after all, as long as the Red King is in charge, as long as the Green King makes a move, everything can be recovered.

But in the face of many expectant eyes, behind the curtain, there was no sound.

After a long time, the figure sitting on the Pope's throne slowly got up, just waved his hand, as if tired:

"That's all for today. ”

In the dead silence, he turned and walked away.

The bishops looked at each other in astonishment, their eyes annoyed.

In the silence, someone yawned.

It's Albert.

He got up, patted the dust on his body, and said goodbye to his colleagues: "When people are old, they are easy to lose energy, I will go back to sleep first, if you have any discussion results, remember to inform me." ”

With that, he turned and walked away.

But at the door of the central sanctuary, he was stopped by a voice behind him.

"Albert, what the hell are you thinking?"

The old man with a blue face looked at him with a gloomy expression.

Albert yawned, "I want to sleep." ”

"In this time of internal and external troubles, when everyone is doing their best for the Holy City, you only think about sleeping?

"I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in waging war, and besides, I'm only in charge of the Central Templar's observations, so don't all the reports and messages sit on your desk. ”

"That's your excuse to escape?" said his colleague with disdain.

Albert shrugged his shoulders, fumbled with the cigarette roll in his arms, and said coldly: "Even without me, haven't you already come to a conclusion? We want war, and we want to put this world back on track under our feet, at all costs...... For the sake of the world!"

When he said this, he pretended to swing his fist, pretending to be fanatical, but his tone was full of mockery: "But do you really know the consequences of doing this?

In order to divide the victory and defeat you want, you will not hesitate to destroy the entire human world in this war...... Why bother? Konett, it's just a loss of power, not a loss of life. It's not that scary, is it?"

Archbishop Konett's eyes grew more and more indifferent.

"Albert, you have turned your back on what your ancestors and ancestors had founded, and look up at this city, this countless towers, and this city that was once the place of world glory!

Are you going to let all this be disgraced by you now?"

"Shame is shame. ”

Albert finally found half of the cigarette in his pocket, and said with joy and nonchalants, "I'm bastard, don't you know?"

Cornett's expression stiffened, suppressing his fury and squeezing a hoarse voice from between his teeth:

"You ......"

He didn't say the latter word, but everyone knew what it was.

'Hybrids'.

Albert wasn't angry, and didn't even lift his eyes. It's just a 'mongrel', and if you get angry when you're scolded twice, don't live that day.

He lit the cigarette and took a deep breath, the wrinkles on his face spreading in the diffusion of the harmful substance.

"Conit, you have done your best for the Lord, and you will have the kingdom of heaven to reward you when you die, so why do you want more?"

He sipped his cigarette and squinted at his gloomy colleague, "Or do you think that a paradise alone is not enough to repay you for this wonderful dedication?"

Cornet didn't speak, just looked at him coldly.

"So, at this point, you should go back and have some drink and get some sleep, instead of trying to provoke me here—that's the best advice I can give you right now. ”

He lowered his head and threw away the cigarette roll in his hand, slumped his shoulders, and said in a calm tone: "Just a few hours ago, one of my last friends died for you.

For your foolish ambitions and desires......"

Beneath the bishop's red robe, he clutched the tiny drug respirator, the only relic Wagner had left behind.

"I'm sad. ”

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Two days later, late at night.

Burgundy, the Royal Palace, the very top of the palace.

Young men in dressing gowns leaned against the railing of the terrace, humming songs, gazing out at the square beyond the palace.

The dried corpse hangs from the gallows in the center of the square.

When the emperor died, he looked like everyone else.

In the short dark night before the new emperor succeeded to the throne, the soon-to-be-enthroned emperor did not feel any nervousness, but admired his uncle's corpse with great interest, hummed a song in a leisurely manner, drank the red wine from the cup, and then turned back to his study.

In the study, an old man named Richelieu was transcribing the decree that the new emperor was about to issue tomorrow, and when he saw his student slumped on the sofa without any appearance, he couldn't help frowning, but he didn't have the heart to remind him of his demeanor.

"It's almost time. ”

Don Juan looked at his watch and instructed the attendant in the corner, "Connect me to Archbishop Ulliel of the Holy City." ”

The attendant departed respectfully, and soon the communication to the holy city was sent out, and after a long wait, it was finally picked up. The old man on the other end had a flat voice.

"This is Ulliel. ”

"This is Don Juan, one of your countless believers. The young man on the sofa raised his eyebrows and smiled pleasantly: "Dear archbishop, I think we should talk." ”

"Watch your words, Mr. Don Juan. ”

Juliel's voice was indifferent: "For the servants of the gods, there is no business to discuss. ”

"Really?"

Don Juan nodded, "That's probably because I misunderstood." ”

Then, the communication was hung up by him.

Ignoring the attitude and ideas of the other side, unilaterally, without any etiquette and sincerity, he hung up.

At the ticking of the clock, he got up, took out the copper pipe and match containing the cigar from the drawer, smoked it slowly and without anxiety, warmed it perfectly, cut off the head, and enjoyed the aroma of the tobacco.

It's as if nothing had happened.

Let time pass by.

Until the attendant outside the door cautiously knocked on the door, "Your Highness, you have a communication from the Holy City. ”

"Oh. ”

Don Juan tilted his head, "How long, teacher?"

Richelieu looked at the time and replied:

"Five minutes. ”

"No hurry, wait another five minutes. ”

Don Juan's eyes were full of malice and mockery: "This kind of old ghost who can't see the situation clearly, there is no need to cooperate at all, hang up the communication for me in five minutes."

Contact Cunnet, Yuliel's nemesis, and he should have enough time to get the news. ”

The waiter departed respectfully.

Until the bell strikes midnight.

"I really didn't expect that the time for planting had not been long over, and the time for harvest had arrived. Don Juan got up, snuffed out his cigar, and looked at the old man behind the desk, "It's a pity, it's time for me to sleep, tomorrow is a good day for me." Teacher, I'll leave the matter to you here. ”

"Aren't you going to come and talk in person, Your Highness. ”

"Forget it, I can't get along with that old ghost who can't eat the old. The young man shrugged, "Besides, I just got married, why should I leave my beautiful wife alone for the sake of those ghouls?"

Richelieu smiled wryly, "But you didn't tell me anything." ”

"My bottom line is clear to you, as for the bargaining chips, there is also a list of Foundation assets in the drawer specifically designed to satisfy their appetites, and you can make your own decisions.

So, please enjoy yourself, Sensei. ”

Don Juan sneered, "How can you hit as many blank checks as you want, it's a big deal to turn your face and not recognize people when the time comes, if you don't slaughter people at this time, how can you be worthy of the closed-door soup and cold eyes we ate some time ago?"

"Yes, Your Highness. ”

Richelieu stood up and escorted the Emperor, who would ascend the throne in six hours, to his departure, and then opened the drawer.

When I saw the name of that fund list, I couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

"Reptile Breeding Fund?"

It's as bad as ever.

But how long have you been preparing for this day?

The night was dark.

In a distant city, the bell before the salute was runged.

In six hours, His Majesty the new Emperor will ascend the throne to the cheers of the crowd.