The old man was hunched up, and under the light of the fireworks, he revealed a broken body, which should be a veteran, who had been seriously injured in the war, and could only spend the rest of his life miserably.

But he didn't seem so sad and remorseful, perhaps he was used to such a life, anyway, he had just lit a cigarette, trembled close to his mouth, and took a puff.

"Uh————"

Then he comfortably exhaled all the breath in his chest, and in this slightly cold wind, it seemed to be very refreshing.

Originally, His Royal Highness the Holy Son would definitely ignore this kind of person, not because of his high status and disdain to contact the poor at the bottom of society, but because he did not need to contact a single individual among them, after all, the old proverb of 'how to sweep the world if you don't sweep a house' is to appease those who need to sweep the house.

But on this day, this night, this riverside, this moment when his mood was extremely complicated, this familiar smell of smoke suddenly attracted the attention of His Highness the Holy Son.

So he turned around and walked slowly towards the old man.

Moran followed behind his master so quietly, not too close, because she knew that the old man was an ordinary old man, if there was anything different about him, it might be too fragile and disabled, it was conceivable that he could live with this broken body until now, he must have extremely strong perseverance and love for life.

Within a few steps, Moriarty was already at the old man's side.

"Hello old man." He said.

In fact, if other people saw this scene, they would definitely be able to feel the huge difference between the two, but Moriarty was able to use a few simple words to close the distance between the two people.

Not much.

"Want a cigarette?" The old man looked at the young man in front of him, smiled, and did not evaluate the other party's taste for cigarettes, but trembled and handed over a blues, and then tried very hard to open a match and light the cigarette that came over.

Moriarty took a careful puff, forced the deadly spiciness, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

"Hahaha, for a person who hasn't smoked, who can stand the blues so hard, you're the first one I've ever met." The old man seemed to be suddenly very happy.

"Is this smoke very powerful?" His Royal Highness never thought that he would smoke this day, so he never studied cigarettes, so he couldn't help asking.

"Of course. This cigarette is quite old, several times older than your age, even going back more than 200 years. An old man and a young man stood on the bank of the river smoking cigarettes, and some said: "At that time, the gate of hell had just been opened, and according to legend, the first soldiers who opened the gate of hell smoked blues brand cigarettes

By the way, the first time Dante smoked this thing, he coughed badly.

It's really blue. ”

The old man, whose body was broken, seemed to be caught in some kind of interesting memory, while Moriarty slowly frowned, and his expression became more and more solemn.

"Okay, don't be so nervous, now I'm an old man who can't walk steadily, although your young body is not very good, but compared to me, it can still be called healthy, I guess I can't beat it now, as long as I act a little wrong, the girl behind me will definitely rush over as soon as possible, I'm afraid that she won't be able to hold back for a while, and then slap me to death."

The old man said with a smile, and then with undisguised appreciation, he glanced at Moran not far away.

The maiden servant still stood quietly, and the old man's laughing voice melted into the wind completely, and floated past her ears, as if she were a little unrecognizable, but she did not have any suspicion of it, as if she had not remembered at all how the old man had come to the banks of the Thames, but only by chance glance he stood there.

"In some of the archives of the Holy See, there are separate interviews, and in one of them, Dante seems to have mentioned that he was in near-death crisis.

But time came after he had returned from hell to earth.

Since it was recorded 35 years ago, many of the people involved did not mention this memory, and it is no longer possible to trace it, but Dante was at the peak of his adoration throughout the empire, and his physical condition was at its peak.

In this case, it seems that the 'near-death crisis' in his mouth can only be caused by humans

However, during that time, neither the government army nor the Holy Cult Army had made much military movements, so some people put forward a very crazy hypothesis, that is, this crisis was probably due to an unknown assassination. ”

Moriarty still smoked cautiously, slowly adjusting to this old cigarette brand that was two centuries older than himself.

"Hahaha——— it's all the old yellow calendar, don't mention it." The old man waved his hand: "I came this time, in fact, in the final analysis, it is just curiosity, the only Holy Son in history who dares to escape from the ceremony of the Day of Sacred Love, even if he is inconvenient, he has to come and see it for himself." ”

Moriarty heard the old man's evaluation of himself, and nodded with a rare hint of respect: "But you can't really just want to look at it." ”

"Of course." The old man scratched his back, like a beggar everywhere on the street: "I'll just say it, I'm dying." ”

Moriarty's heart tightened, as the Holy Son of the Holy See, and because of the grand desire in his heart, he naturally cherished his life more than anyone else, so when this old man stood in front of him, he could not be completely nervous.

Although the other party's body was already in tatters, although Moran was beside him, and although the old man himself said that he couldn't even beat a healthy ordinary person, Moriarty still couldn't relax.

Especially. He didn't understand why the other party came all the way to him and told himself. He's going to die.

The old man seemed to see the doubts in the other party's heart, took the last puff of cigarette into his lungs, and explained slowly: "I am not good at anything in my life, but I still have some experience in killing." But killing people is not a serious way after all, you may think it's a little ridiculous to say, but people live for a long time, it is inevitable that some lofty ideas will come up, I think before I die, I should do something for the world. ”

There was indeed a ridiculous force to say such words from the mouth of an old and disabled person, but His Highness the Holy Son did not laugh, but continued to listen.

"I'm kind of familiar with Dante, he doesn't agree with my attitude towards the world, and I naturally don't agree with him, but I like one of his words, he said, our group of people will always die, so the world will always belong to the younger group.

But dying doesn't mean the end, but it can turn into some potential power.

The development of human beings has never been achieved overnight, but from the death, replacement, and accumulation of countless people.

Of course I can't say his kind of crepe words, I'm just an old beggar, but I think you're a good kid! If you dare to run away from the day of love, you will prove that you are reliable enough."

Moriarty was silent for a moment, as if he didn't quite understand why the other party would associate 'the day of escape from love' with 'reliable'.

"Anyway, do you want to make a deal?"

"Buying and selling?" His Royal Highness the Holy Son became more and more cautious: "Please speak? ”

"I have two good friends who have saved my life, and if they need your help someday, please don't say no."

Moriarty thought for a while, and finally asked:

"Who are they?"

(End of chapter)