Silent Crown Chapter 409: Cantrera
readx();In the dark corridor, there is only the sound of heartbeat.
"The elders are waiting for you."
The secretary standing at the door glanced at the examiner who had been waiting for a long time, and said flatly: "Follow the etiquette, except for the report, when they don't ask you, don't speak.
Don't look up at him without authorization, and don't be smart. understand? "
"Understood."
The inspector nodded respectfully, his face turned pale, it seemed that the collar of the uniform was too tight to breathe.
"It's best to do it, this is for your good."
The secretary patted him on the shoulder, and without waiting for his answer, opened the door for him.
After entering the door, the inspector bowed his head and walked into the silent hall.
In the hall, dark red curtains are hung high, and the engraved holy emblems show iron-black color in the dim candlelight.
In the dimness, there was only an old man in a coarse linen robe sitting on an iron chair, not surprisingly looking, with drooping eyebrows and holding rose rosary in his hand.
It seems to bow down in prayer.
A small mark is engraved on the holy emblem of the rose rosary, proving the identity of the old man.
Obviously, it was only the moment when the peripheral light glanced, but the examiner couldn't help holding his breath, knelt down in front of him respectfully, and bowed his head in awe.
The Holy See One Heart Brotherhood.
The monk group composed of old monsters from various holy city families does not exist in any books and records, but it has always maintained a secret and huge influence on the holy city for nearly a hundred years.
They are elites from the families of the holy cities, and all of them are monsters who have been violently eliminated within the family and have stood firm for decades in various political turmoil.
They used to be active in confidential institutions such as the Holy Abbey, the Bishop's Department, and the Gospel Department, and even the Cardinal Church can hardly isolate them from their influence.
Even if we are now aging and willing to become obscure ascetics, but ten years backward, they are also a role that can make a diocese with edicts and official documents to change the situation of a parish.
These old monsters once possessed power, money, beauty, and experienced all the luxury and enjoyment in the world.
To this day, as they get older, all enjoyment and foreign objects are no longer important to them. Instead, they begin to advocate simplicity and asceticism. They study the holy scriptures in the dark underground palace all day long, and gradually no longer appear in them. in the sun.
So, when they once again walked out of the dark underground palace, they will carry such a corpse aura, right?
It's like a dead person hiding in the shadows, wandering around the world, with dark and muddy eyes staring at people, revealing a shuddering breath.
The inspector quietly knelt down in front of the old man, and respectfully reported his name and agency.
For a long time, the praying old man opened his eyes and lifted the simple ring on his index finger to his lips.
"Child, bless you, you are the hand of God." The voice was low and hoarse, as if from a far away place.
In a daze, the examiner kissed his ring, a trace of fear flashed in awe.
On the base of the amber ring is engraved the old man's family crest, which is the coat of arms from the Sforza family, one of the behemoths rooted in the holy city.
For hundreds of years, more than sixteen cardinals have come out of it.
There are not many people who are qualified to wear such a style of heraldic ring. As far as he knows, there are only a few contemporary ones, including the brother of the contemporary patron, the person who fits the figure and voice of the old man best.
Ludovich.
What frightened him was that Ludovich died forty years ago...
So who is sitting in front of you? A living corpse? Or a lingering ghost?
He didn't dare to think about it anymore, he just tried to empty his brain, and began to report.
After just three minutes of speaking, he lowered his head and dared not speak any more.
Soon, the pensive Ludovich made a sound.
"Tell me, your opinion."
He said, "These days, you have been in contact with him for fifteen days, how do you feel?"
"Very... hard to tell."
The reviewer saw sweat on his forehead: "He is a complete idealist, and he has a tendency to self-destruct, and torture is useless, because his heart will not die.
No matter what we use or intimidate, his tone has always been very tight, and he hasn't said anything substantive.
It is difficult to deal with such a person. We may not get anything but lies.
Furthermore, he might have anticipated today and prepared in advance. All evidence and clues are completely broken when they reach him, and it is difficult to dig down.
We couldn't find any handle for him.
A lot of people now worship him and regard him as a saint in the dark, but I think he is even more of a lunatic. And..." He paused and lowered his head: "He may have discovered that my identity is not pure. "
"Oh?"
The examiner lowered his head: "He has always treated me as an ordinary clerk, but when he speaks, he always looks at my neckline."
He opened his collar, and there was a noticeable change in the complexion of his neck, which was the traces of wearing a high-necked uniform all the year round and exposed to the sun.
Ludovich was silent for a moment, and nodded: "What else?"
"Once, once..."
The examiner paused, swallowing and spitting: "I wanted to kill him for a moment, but... I didn't dare."
His tail fingers twitched, recalling that moment, he was murderous.
At that moment, after the long table, the lazily young man raised his head, and the sharp edge of steel appeared in his squinted eyes. Even in the shackles, it gave people a deep chill.
It wasn't until fear flashed in his eyes that the chill of a hanging sword disappeared, replaced by a slightly mocking smile from the corner of his mouth.
After listening, Ludovic said nothing, just nodded.
"I see. Go down."
If the examiner received a pardon, he stepped back respectfully and gently closed the door.
Soon, the secretary walked in, closed the door gently, and stood beside him in silence, waiting for his thoughts to end before placing a letter on the table.
"Angel's envoy wants to meet you."
"No see."
Ludovich sneered, "In that godless fallen kingdom, there are no people worth seeing. Arthur's descendants don't know when they will learn to be humble, so let them be arrogant to death. "
The secretary nodded and threw the visit letter into the fireplace, which was quickly reduced to ashes in the fire.
"Angluo has been doing his best to coordinate these days. Mr. Borja said that many people in the Holy Amnesty House have been shaken."
"Tell Borja that this is an important task and cannot be slackened. The matter involves the majesty of the holy city. If it is not dealt with, what effect will the laws of the holy city have in the future?
I can understand his difficulties, and I will help him resolve this matter.
But I hope the final result will not be disappointing. After all, everything is for the holy city. "
He stretched out his hand~IndoMTL.com~ After writing a few lines on the paper with a pen, the ring on his finger pressed the ink pad and left a clear mark, and finally put it into the envelope.
"Give it to Cantrera."
The secretary was holding the envelope in his hand, and when he heard the name, he trembled, as if holding a piece of hot iron.
'Cantrera' was originally the name of a poison, a white and tasteless powder, which the priests used to deal with their political enemies. Some people say that it is the combination of cadaverine and arsenic, which will suffocate people in the bone-chilling cold.
I don't know when, it has evolved into a synonym for the assassins raised by major families. These assassins sent everywhere are usually recorded priests, civilians, and even nobles. Like poison, it is a one-time consumable, it is not easy to cultivate, but the effect is also amazing, and it is rare to miss.
Soon, the secretary took the letter and left silently.
In the silence, only Ludovich was sitting alone, the dim firelight illuminating the rose rosary in his hand.
He closed his eyes and prayed softly. (To be continued.)