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Chapter 33 Bishop, Hello

Arthur was a punk, Middleton's punk.

Of course, just like every city will always have stray cats and stray dogs, even in a holy and beautiful city like Middleton, there will always be a few hooligans.After all, there are not all nobles in this world who have prominent backgrounds and lofty and firm beliefs, so that they live in Middleton for a long time to appreciate God's grace.

But to say that Arthur is a punk is not really reasonable.After all, this is Middleton, and even Arthur, the little bastard, is different from other places.Arthur still needs to go to work every day, just to be lazy and grab some food and belongings that can be deducted by the boss enough to fill himself and a group of partners living in the abandoned dilapidated house.

Today is a sunny day as usual, the Middleton bobtail drags its round and bright body to comb its feathers comfortably, while the captive birds of the noble family are singing hard for the feast given by the master.Arthur came out from the boss and weighed the silver coins in his hand. The lighter weight than before inevitably made him unhappy. He walked through an alley on his feet, and sometimes kicked up a few stones on the road irritably, as if It is the boss who is always smiling and has small eyes full of calculations.

He flew out another kick casually, but the stone was kicked back quickly after reaching the corner. The extremely light stone just hit the ankle that was scratched while working today.

Arthur stopped, and there were several teenagers standing in the corner, but they looked stronger and more gloomy than Arthur, who was like a thin wolf.

They were laughing, spitting out obscenities with unknown meanings learned from older children, and slowly approaching, he keenly noticed that they were holding messy tools in their hands, most of them were broken iron axes and sticks.

Huge cloud shadows drifted across the sky, and the alley became even darker.

After hitting a peddler who was blocking the way, Arthur dodged left and right and ran wildly on the narrow streets of Middleton.There were faint shouts mixed with vulgar language behind him, and of course there was a hissing sound from time to time. It seemed that the kick was well done and hit the lung.Arthur smiled coolly.

This wasn't the first time this group of people robbed him. In the past few times, because of the gap between the two sides, Arthur smiled and handed over his hard-earned wages or stolen coins to them.But this time he couldn't, he was caught for stealing things a few days ago, although the rich people living in Middleton would not do such things as cutting off people's hands and feet or beating people to death like other places. A good beating is inevitable.

The left shoulder and right arm are still aching. Some time ago, Jack was thrown into the fountain because he stole food for a noble banquet. Although he was finally fished out by the servants, illness is always inevitable. of.

He has to plan for the livelihood of a group of brats during this time.

There was another fork in the road before him. Arthur gritted his teeth and rushed over in one go.

That is the more prosperous street in Middleton, and it is almost the edge of the suburbs and the city center.Running around here is likely to bump into passing nobles or even the Holy See personnel, but he is betting that he or they are more favored by the God of Light today.

But it is clear that the God of Light did not heed the prayers of this impious believer today.

When he rushed across the road, a luxurious carriage pulled by four pure white winged horses was driving on the road. Because of his sudden appearance, he just hit the left wing of a horse, and the four horses spewed out in shock. The angry snorting, messy horseshoes and flapping wings caused the carriage to stagger suddenly, and the neighing of the horses sounded above his head. Arthur, who fell to the ground, had already begun to imagine the appearance of his own brain bursting, but the sick Jack might also He would come to accompany him immediately, and he suddenly felt a little sad.

Just when Arthur was about to close his eyes, a sharp wind suddenly blew past, which forced Arthur's thin body to deviate from its original position.The horse's hooves fell against his shoulders, and he quickly grabbed the gap, and after an ugly roll, he sat down on the open space beside the carriage.

The winged horse calmed down under the reins of a well-trained coachman, and two people stepped out of the cart.

Arthur had lived in the civilian area of ​​Middleton since he was a child. After all, there was no such thing as a slum in Middleton.He once thought that the lady from a noble family he had seen by chance was the most beautiful person in the world. He had never seen the royal princesses or princes of various countries who often visited the Holy See in Middleton as the rich people often said, and even some people just All the senior members of the Holy See who dared to reveal it from the nobles when they were drunk had an outstanding appearance, which was a beauty that only the nobles and the staff of the Holy See could meet.But he also always felt that the beauty on the outside was always like this.

But this is the first time for him, because of the appearance of those two people, he even lost his words.

The long golden hair hangs down to the waist. The man is just wearing a slightly complicated dark purple robe, which is only worn on the man, but it is as gentle and delicate as the nobleman in the oldest oil painting who is wearing the complicated Holy See robes beside him. Just as dazzling.The blue pupils just swept across lightly, but people couldn't help but breathe lightly, it was too much like a fantasy.

Too delicate and beautiful.

However, the robe, Arthur breathed a sigh of relief, but tensed up again.At this time, several people followed behind timidly, like an angry coachman. Of course, now Arthur recognized that it was not a coachman, but a Holy See knight narrating the "fact" that Arthur stole their property, None of the knights behind them spoke, nor did they angrily step forward to reprimand and beat them like those noble servants.

Even though the group of hooligans realized that the priest's robe worn by the young man with light chestnut hair was by no means something that ordinary members of the Holy See could wear, their tone did not show a trace of guilt due to fear.

Arthur tried to sit up, but a sharp pain in his ankle forced him to abandon the attempt.He lowered his head angrily, covering his expression with disheveled hair.

Although the status of the people in the Holy See is more noble, they usually will not execute a gangster because of some collisions and weakness. If they are serious, they will be imprisoned for a long or short period of time, and if they are light, they will be reprimanded. done.And the higher the status, the lighter the punishment.The God of Light tolerated his believers, and the Holy See naturally did the same, but Arthur preferred to believe that this was to prevent their political opponents from catching their braids.

A group of punks over there naturally tried to escape punishment with such a mentality.The adult with light chestnut hair was ready to get in the car, but the blue-eyed young man who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "You say he stole your things, but you have no evidence, why don't you listen to what he has to say."

As if sensing the man's gaze, Arthur raised his head in surprise. There was no emotion in his blue eyes, but he could feel an inexplicable gentleness.

He gritted his teeth and said loudly; "It is true that I stole it." He felt the eyes fixed on him suddenly relax.His fists were clenched white. He had no choice. Even if this lord was a friend of the members of the Holy See and could help him uphold justice, his life would be even more difficult because of the revenge of those people.

The man's expression didn't change. He motioned to the knight. The knight used the hilt of his sword to push Arthur's clenched fist away, and threw the few silver coins that Arthur held tightly in his hand until he fell to the leader. A few teenagers, the group of people thanked them a thousand times, and while praising the kindness of the God of Light, they bent down respectfully and walked backwards.

A pair of hands suddenly stretched out in front of Arthur, a pair of well-knit hands, because of the sunlight, they look even more slender and pale, like the expensive porcelain that you saw when passing by the courtyard of a noble house secretly because of the visit of distinguished guests.

He froze for a moment, the hands still stopped in front of his eyes, he mustered up all his courage, and by some coincidence, he took his hands with his hands covered with mud and dust.There was a gentle smile on the man's lips, he pulled him up vigorously, without saying anything, he turned around and boarded the overly gorgeous carriage.

Only Arthur was left staring blankly at the receding backs of the carriage and the knights behind him. With his palms outstretched, a small blue gemstone shone in his hands, as dazzling as the man's gentle pupils.

"Lanchester, how do you know that child is innocent?" Masonfield asked curiously as soon as he sat down.

Knowing that the action of stuffing things just now was not considered secretive, Bartholomew, of course, was also Lanchester who smiled. Masonfield lived in the Holy See since he was a child, and it doesn't look like he is a soul from time travel. This mundane thing has a strange simplicity.

"A kind of intuition. I have traveled outside for so many years, and I have seen this kind of thing more clearly. Besides, a child is still injured and dressed in rags. Even if he steals it, as a child, a gem is important It was too easy for me."

Both of them smiled, because this little episode relieved some of the inexplicable tension in Lanchester's heart due to some reasons that he couldn't explain clearly.

middleton

Central Holy See

Following the knight to his previous room to rest for a while, he took off the noble robes that the knights should have bought from a nearby city before he woke up in the small courtyard. gowns and accessories, forehead ornaments, gemstone brooches, cufflinks, and a bunch of expensive "parts" with exquisite workmanship. Lanchester, who finally put on the innermost one, felt tired for a while, but as a face-saving star, in After giving myself a round in my heart, I re-invested in the complicated business of pretending to be coercive.

Walk through the Rococo-style but still majestic and sacred castles of the Holy See, and enter the corridors painted with religious oil paintings and inlaid with brilliant elemental gems.

The four walls on the top floor of the central castle, including the dome, are covered with exquisitely designed stained glass. The soft light diffuses in through the glass, like a work of art, condensed into the most gentle and holy light, like a piece of music, gently tapping in the bottom of my heart .

Lanchester lowered his eyes and bent slightly. The man in the lead had long blond hair that was as dazzling as the sun, and his delicate facial features looked even more unreal in the sunlight. He raised his head, and the only difference in the almost identical facial features was Light blue pupils, like the ever-clear blue sky, compassionate but without warmth.

"Bishop of Lanchester, Middleton welcomes you back. The darkness will be buried, and the light will remain forever."

"Your Majesty the Pope, Lanchester may the light always be by your side."

The visitor said so.

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The young and beautiful aristocratic lady handed over the newborn child, with wrinkled skin, eyes that have not yet opened, and soft golden fetal hair pasted on the small head.

Her eyes were full of frenzy, and she knelt down tremblingly, kissing the golden robe corner piously, and the voices of both the woman and her husband trembled unbelievably.

"His Majesty the Pope, the most loyal believer of the God of Light, the well-wisher of the mainland. Your faithful believers are grateful for the favor of the God of Light. Holy Son, you will return to the Light forever."

Swipe your fingertips over the young couple's heads.The old pope was wearing a golden cassock, and the long corners of the robe were carefully lifted by the priest behind him. He stretched out his hand to take over the next pope from the oracle. Even a young baby has tiny fluctuations of elements on his body , that is the blessing of light.

Gently hand the child to the bishop behind him.His eyes were cold and gentle.

"Light bless you."

In the woods of the back mountain, the old man picked up the young child, wrapped the naked body in dirty cloth, a trace of pity flashed in his indifferent blue eyes, his soft black hair was stained with a little dirt, and he kissed the baby lightly Slightly opened black eyes.

"The unblessed child, the life abandoned by the parents."

The white gemstone ring gave off a soft glow, and the old Pope used the power of the elements to shrink him down, and put it on him carefully.

The breeze is shaking gently, and the leaves are whispering softly.

Dazzling elements of light cover the young baby,

The priests stood guard at the foot of the mountain, ignoring their curious eyes, the old Pope wiped off the dew on his body, and touched the forehead of the blond baby with his fingertips; "Brother of the Holy Son, may the light always be by your side."

The author has something to say:

The name of the pope's younger brother is Lancelot, and the protagonist's older brother is Lanchester. Those who don't know the difference between Lancelot and Lanchester will know it is the younger brother when they see the word Luo.

Suddenly thought of a small detail, there is no way for Clemens to kill Bartholomew through a sneak attack. After all, his body is weak, and Bartholomew is also very strong. If it is not because of the unlucky teleportation array, he will definitely not be able to kill him at that time. Bartholomew's.

Baby is so sleepy, I look forward to seeing your messages and clicks tomorrow, okay~