Dust of History Chapter 83:

Now this cell is Celeste's real cell. The half-meter-thick wall is purely made of fine steel, and countless complicated magic circles are engraved on it, all of which are solid and defensive. The entire cell is a huge iron box. And the iron of this iron box is a masterpiece created by the famous dwarf genius in the mainland two hundred years ago. At that time, three thieves of the highest level of the Killer Guild gathered together and gave them a whole day. The lock opens. Comparing any other cells with this one, they are completely undefended chicken coops.

There are only a few people who are eligible to be imprisoned here in the past hundred years, and all of them are giant bandit monsters who can make the whole continent change their colors at that time. But their treatment is not as good as the current Asa, because Asa's hands and feet are still tied to the wall.

The binding is made of thumb-thick steel ropes twisted into chains. It is made of fine iron, fine gold, and Xiria silver. There are several kinds of metal wires twisted together. The metal spikes protruded and pierced into the bonder's body, injecting curses such as debilitating and defeating and a small amount of toxins, and the excellent magic-guiding Siria silver can let the magic power in the body flow out gradually. This was made by a few masters and skilled craftsmen on the spur of the moment.

Has been imprisoned here for some time, Asa tried several methods, but even these chains on his body can't get rid of, let alone escape.

With the complicated sound of the lock being twisted, the cell door opened, and two people came in, Lancelot and the Pope.

Lancelot was the same as usual, and there was nothing unusual on Furui Fubo's face. Even after catching Asa, an opponent who has repeatedly broken major events, his face is still without joy or worry. He was holding a large chair in his hand and put it on the ground as soon as he came in.

The pope sat on the chair, or rather lay down on it. Compared to when Asa just saw him. He looked at least twenty years older now. Those were originally organized. Wrinkles that seemed to be nothing more than the crystallization of wisdom and thought now looked like nothing but age and weakness. The hair and beard are still snow-white, but they don't have the slightest luster before, and the eyes that were originally radiant are already weak and cloudy.

Lancelot exited the cell and closed the door. Only Asa and the Pope were left in this huge iron box.

Coughed twice, the pope's eyes fell on Asa's face. Asa also looked at the old man quietly.

"Totally beyond my expectation... Is that a gift that Morrill asked you to send? It's such a heavy gift... It's almost too heavy to hold." The pope's voice was weak, as if Might not be able to catch my last breath.

"But didn't you finally accept it? It's beyond my expectation." Asa looked at the Pope's hand, the ring was still on the Pope's hand, still in that inconspicuous appearance, It seems to be a street stall that can be seen everywhere. "What I didn't expect was that the ring I've been wearing all the time could actually summon something like that. If I had known earlier..."

"I knew you wouldn't be able to use it." The Pope waved his hand. He waved his hands very slowly and his voice was weak, but Asa was interrupted by him unconsciously. No matter how weak the other people are, the majesty and momentum between their gestures are not weak, and they are still the most powerful people on the mainland. "That is a sacred artifact that resonates with the entire Glory Castle. It contains the beliefs, hopes and ideas of countless believers for hundreds of years. Can you understand these things? Can you afford them? Only those who can afford them can afford them." The person who is qualified to use this thing is the king. So this is called the king's ring."

"What are you arresting me for? Because of the prophecy of the Dark Star?" Asa said.

In fact, he has been waiting for the Pope.

"Probably." The Pope nodded.

"Then I regret to tell you that you are all wrong." Asa smiled wryly.

"You have been trying to catch me. It is because of the power of the sunwell and the leaf of the world tree. It is a pity. What you think is wrong..."

"Oh?" The Pope was a little surprised.

"This is what Morrill told me, believe it or not..."

"Oh? It seems that you have gained a lot under Negan. In fact, I also want to ask you about this aspect. Tell me..." The Pope sat up straight.

After listening to Asa's narration, the Pope sighed a long time, and lay back on the bench again, his face was full of astonishment, he closed his eyes, and remained motionless. He needs to slowly digest what Asa just said. After a while, he opened his eyes, regained that calmness, and said lightly: "It's an interesting story..."

"This is not a story." Asa said lightly.

"I know, I know what you mean. I can hear that you are not lying." The pope nodded slowly. "That is to say, in fact, there is no great prophecy. You actually have nothing to do with this huge vortex of necromancers, right? This is what you want to tell me."

"Yes." Asa nodded.

"But let me tell you, I didn't arrest you because of that prophecy. I didn't pay attention to those things from the beginning." The Pope said lightly, although his gray eyes were listless, they were as stable as billions of years Precipitated rocks. "I want to ask about your situation underground in Negan, that's just one of the purposes of my coming here. The most important thing is... I want to take a good look at you..."

"What?" Asa's eyes widened, and he wanted to **** up his ears if he could. He suspected that there was something wrong with his hearing.

"I don't believe in such things as fate. This thing is an illusion created by the weak... But... sometimes there are many coincidences, which will make people have the illusion of such a thing as 'fate' This feeling is very interesting, very interesting... especially when looking at you, it will be even more interesting... Actually, we are really related..." The Pope looked at him, as if he was talking to him. is muttering to himself.

"What the **** are you talking about?" Shisa asked.

The pope didn't speak any more, he half-lyed on the chair and quietly looked at Asa who was nailed to the wall not far away. But his eyes gradually moved away, as if he saw something far away through Asa's body. His expression was very strange, as if he was recalling, but Asa was completely unable to distinguish anything from it.

For a long time, the Pope has been immersed in a strange trance like this, and Asa didn't speak. In this huge iron box, the old and the young looked at each other without saying a word. The Pope didn't intend to speak, but Asa didn't know what to say.

Finally, the Pope sighed for a long time, looked away, and raised his voice to shout. Then Lancelot opened the door and walked in.

"This person must be carefully monitored, and he must not be allowed to escape, you know that."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Lancelot nodded.

"But this person's skills are good, and his luck seems to be even better all the time. You should know that."

"Yes, I know this too, that's why I had someone make this shackle specially. It should be something he can't get rid of."

"Actually, there is no need to use such a complicated method. There are simpler, more effective and direct methods..." The Pope pointed weakly, as if he was pointing at the chains on Asa, or at other place. "Didn't I say that as long as he is still alive, it's fine, even if two or three limbs are broken..."

Lancelot did not answer directly, but knelt down on one knee in front of the Pope, and said, "Your Majesty, the honor of the knight is only guaranteed, and he will never let him escape. Please rest assured."

"Well, since you said that, I'm really relieved." The Pope stood up again, coughed twice, turned and walked out the door without looking at Asa again. "By the way, there is no doubt about the faith and loyalty of Knight Talis, let her return to the position of Temple Knight."

"Yes." Lancelot stood up, followed the Pope and walked out of the cell. When he walked out the door, he turned his head and gave Asa a meaningful look.

With a bang, the door of the iron prison was closed again, only a little light from the small ventilation hole.

"Bastard...how did this happen...but...what the **** is going on now..."

Asa lowered her head and let out a long sigh.

In fact, long after the Archangel disappeared and the templars **** Asa in a hurry, Lancelot had already ordered the templars: "Cut off his hands and feet, just don't let him die Already." There is no need for the Pope's advice, and Lancelot naturally knows that this method is indeed the best and most effective way to deal with Asa.

"Stop it." Talis stood up from the rubble. She didn't die, and the injury wasn't even too serious, but the hand and sword that resisted Asa's knife were broken~IndoMTL.com~ The sword fragments were inserted into her arm and became a **** piece.

"What?" Lancelot looked at his disciple.

"Isn't it good to lock him up? There's no need for that." Talis walked over and looked at Asa. Her eyes are still very strange, still a very sad determination.

"This is the most effective way, don't talk stupidly." Lancelot waved his hand at the templar holding the sword, ordering lightly. "Chopped."

A sword slashed, blood splashed, and a hand flew up. But it wasn't Asa's hand.

This is Talis's hand. She flew over to block Asa's face, so her hand flew up instead of Asa's.

"Teacher, I beg you." Talis's face was stained red by the splattered blood, which was her own blood. But neither her voice nor her expression lost control because of the severe pain. The blood-stained face was no longer firm, but stubborn. It's not impossible for her to block the sword in other ways, but she chose to use this method.

Lancelot looked at his disciple with a gloomy expression that was rarely shown on his face. Then he sighed again and nodded.