Silent Crown Chapter 789: Reptiles
Holy City
The central sanctuary.
The defeat of the front line and Chopin's retreat have been passed back here.
There is a suffocating atmosphere in the huge conference room.
The cardinals in red are arguing about what to do next.
"Chopin must be severely punished for this kind of fleeing behavior! The Holy City has already shed light on his fallacies and heresies. He doesn't want to repay him. Even when the Holy City needs him most, he encourages others to follow him on the front line Run away!"
"Chopin's disposal can be put aside, the production of the new saint's inheritance must be on the agenda!"
"Next, we must be cautious. We don’t have many cores of natural disasters! And the horn that can temporarily control the eight phenomena is completely destroyed. Rather, even the eight phenomena don’t exist now. We need a new deterrent. Strength to deal with the expansion of the Caucasus."
"At least our battle was successful. Their Son of God has now lost all power and may not be able to cause any more storms."
"Who can tell that he will not recover? You know, he is..."
The retorting bishop said half of it, but his voice stopped abruptly. Among the many iron faces, he forcibly swallowed the taboo word
After a brief silence, someone spoke again, breaking the dullness.
"The top priority is to maintain the influence of the holy city, to uphold justice and justice. If this continues, the orders of the holy city will almost never get out of the city gate."
"The rebellion must be punished, and the blind followers must be deterred."
"What's more, not only in the Caucasus, but also in the west, there is also the guy from Anglu... that guy has already obtained the authority of the King of Yellow, and he must not be allowed to continue to expand, otherwise everything will be completely out of control!"
Among the many controversies, some people plucked up the courage to look at the upper seat.
"Now, only the Holy See and the Blue King..."
He didn't say what he said, but the meaning was obvious.
Even if the situation is so bad, even if the King of Yellow has betrayed, the Holy City has not lost after all. As long as the King of Crimson sits and the King of Blue takes the initiative, everything can be saved.
However, in the face of many expectant eyes, there was no sound behind the curtain.
For a long time, the figure sitting on the pope's seat slowly got up, just waved his hand, seemingly tired:
"Come here today."
In the dead silence, he turned and left.
Leave a group of bishops staring at each other in amazement, 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, it is easy to lose energy. I will go to sleep first. If you have any discussion results, remember to notify me."
After that, he turned and left.
But at the door of the central sanctuary, he was shouted by the voice behind him.
"Albert, what are you thinking?"
The green-faced old man looked at him with a gloomy expression.
Albert yawned, "I want to sleep."
"At this time of internal and external troubles, when everyone is working hard for the holy city, you only want to sleep? Where is your duty?"
"Sorry, I have no interest in starting a war. Besides, I am only responsible for the observation of the Central Church. Aren't all the reports and news on your desk."
"This is your excuse to escape?" The colleague's expression was contemptuous.
Albert shrugged, fumbled for the cigarette in his arms, and said coldly: "Even without me, have you reached a conclusion? We want war, we want to bring the world back to the right track under our feet , At all costs...for this world!"
When he said this, he pretended to throw his fists, pretending to be fanatical, but his tone was full of mockery: "But, do you really know the consequences of doing this?
In order to distinguish the victory or defeat you want, do not hesitate to destroy the entire human world in this war... Why bother? Cornett just lost his power, not his life. Not so scary, is it? "
Archbishop Cornett's eyes grew colder.
"Albert, you have turned your back on everything that your ancestors and ancestors created by Lan Ling, look up, this city, these countless towers, and this city that was once the world's glorious place!
Are you going to let all this be ashamed of you now? "
"Shame on shame."
Albert finally found half of the leftover cigarette in his pocket, rejoicing, and said nonchalantly: "I'm an illegitimate child, don't you know?"
Cornet's expression stiffened, suppressing his anger, and squeezing a hoarse voice from between his teeth:
"You..."
He didn't say the last word, but everyone knew what it was.
'Hybrid'.
Albert was not angry either, he didn't even lift his eyes. It’s just a ‘bastard’. If you get angry after being scolded by someone, then don’t let it go.
He lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and the wrinkles on his face were relieved by the diffusion of harmful substances.
"Cornet, you have done your best for the Lord. After you die, you will be rewarded by the kingdom of heaven. Why do you want more?"
He held a cigarette and squinted at his gloomy colleague, "Or do you think that just a paradise is not enough to repay you for this wonderful dedication?"
Cornet didn't speak, but looked at him coldly.
"So, stop here. You should go back and have a good drink and sleep instead of trying to irritate me here-this is the best advice I can give you today."
He bowed his head and dropped the cigarette in his hand, slumped his shoulders, and said in a calm tone: "Just a few hours ago, my last friend died for you.
For your stupid ambitions and wishes..."
Under the bishop's red shirt, he was holding the little medicine respirator, the only relic left by Wagner.
"I'm sorry."
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Two days later, late at night.
Burgundy, the palace, the top of the palace.
The young man in his nightgown leaned on the railing of the terrace, humming, and stared at the square outside the palace.
This dried corpse hangs from the gallows in the center of the square.
After the emperor died, he looked like everyone else.
In the short dark night before the new emperor’s accession to the throne, the emperor who was about to ascend to the throne did not feel any nervousness. On the contrary, he admired his uncle’s corpse with interest, humming a song and putting it in the cup After drinking his red wine, he turned around and returned to his study.
In the study, the old man named Richelieu Zheng Fuan copied the new emperor’s upcoming decree tomorrow, and saw his student slumped on the sofa with no appearance, he couldn’t help but wrinkle. Eyebrow, but didn't remind him to pay attention to the thought of demeanor.
"It's almost time."
Don Juan looked at his watch, and said to the attendant in the corner: "Connect me to Archbishop Ulliel in the Holy City."
The attendants departed respectfully. Soon, the connection to the holy city was sent out, and after a long wait, they were finally picked up. The voice of the old man on the other end was flat.
"This is Ulliel."
"This is Don Juan, one of your countless believers." The young man on the sofa raised his brows and smiled happily: "Dear Archbishop, I think we should talk about it."
"Pay attention to your words, Mr. Don Juan."
Ulliel's voice was indifferent: "For the servants of the gods, there is no business to talk about."
"Really?"
Don Juan nodded, "That's probably my misunderstanding."
Then the communication was hung up by him.
Disregarding the attitude and ideas there, unilaterally, without any courtesy or sincerity, hung up.
As the clock ticked, he got up, took out the cigar-sealed brass tube and matches from the drawer, smoked and grilled the cigar slowly and without anxiety, after perfect preheating, cut off his head, and enjoyed The fragrance of tobacco.
It's as if nothing happened.
Let time pass bit by bit.
Until the waiter outside the door knocked cautiously on the door, "Your Highness, you have a communication from the Holy City."
"Oh."
Don Juan tilted his head, "How long has it been, teacher?"
Richelieu looked at the time and replied:
"Five minutes."
"Don't worry, wait another five minutes."
Don Juan’s eyes are full of malice and mockery: "This old ghost who can't see the situation~IndoMTL.com~There is no need for cooperation at all. Hang up the communication for me in five minutes.
Contact Ulliel's rival Cornett again, there should be enough time for him to receive the news. "
The waiter leaves respectfully.
The bell rang until midnight.
"I didn't expect that the time for farming hadn't passed long, and the harvest time would have arrived." Don Juan got up, squeezed out the cigar, and looked at the old man behind the desk, "Unfortunately, I should go to bed. Tomorrow is me. A good day. Teacher, I'll leave it to you here."
"Aren't you going to come to talk in person, Your Highness."
"Forget it, I can't get along with the kind of old ghosts who don't want to change." The young man shrugged, "Besides, I just got married. Why should I stay alone for those ghouls who have beautiful wives?"
Richelieu smiled bitterly, "But you didn't tell me anything."
"You know my bottom line. As for the bargaining chips, there is a list of foundation assets in the drawer that is specifically used to satisfy their appetite. You can make your own decisions.
So, please play as much as you want, teacher. "
Don Juan sneered, "As many as you can hit on a bad check, the big deal will turn your face and you won’t recognize anyone. If you don’t slaughter you at this time, how can you be worthy of the closed doors and cold eyes we ate a while ago?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
Richelieu got up and sent off the emperor who was about to take the throne in six hours. Then, he opened the drawer.
Seeing the name of the fund list, I couldn't help laughing.
"Reptile Feeding Fund?"
As always, the bad taste.
It's just that, how long have you prepared for this day?
The night is deep.
The big bell before the praise rang in the distant city.
In another six hours, the new emperor will ascend to the throne under the cheers of the crowd.