Blood of Mercury

The setting sun has already sunk for most of the time, and the bright red light is swaying obliquely.

Johnny is also packing his fruit stand as usual, the snow season has just ended, but he is wearing a rather naked and cool top. The scars on his forearm, which was thicker than the thighs of some men, became particularly conspicuous.

It was the injury that forced him to abandon his shield and sword. It made him unsteady to hold the sword, so he could only put his armor into the box, hoping that his son could wear it again in the future and fight for the glory of the Lord.

God knows, the Templars of the year are now a fruit dealer? But even if Johnny gave up his long sword and shield, he still did not give up on physical training and prayers to God. If nothing else, at least his strength is worthy of his big body. When someone looking for trouble appears, he can use this muscle and weight to protect his fruits and family.

Taking a step back, at least it will appease his wife's dissatisfaction that he can't make more money. The big Johnny, although this name is not very conspicuous in Frankfurt, at least he still has his own prestige on this street.

——At least no one dared to take his fruit without paying.

"Man, I think you might be a little free right now."

However, just as Johnny was picking up the remaining fruits, frowning and thinking about whether to give them to the poor or to other merchants at a cheap price, a low but not hoarse, manly magnetic voice sounded from behind him. .

"Man, I think you'd better not come for fun."

Johnny loosened his brows and replied gruffly.

He straightened up and turned his head. The shadow cast by the tall body immediately covered the short figure behind him.

Johnny's first impression of the person who had nothing to do with him was "what a dwarf", and then after he saw the silver-haired man's face clearly, he changed it sourly to "what a dwarf with a little white face."

That is a delicate face that can only be described as neutral. They are more fragile dolls than noble youths. It was a strange charm that neither men nor women would find it strange, and either side could be called handsome.

No one will refuse to talk to a charming person unless he is a lowly and jealous villain. Even if at the moment Johnny only sees charm in his face.

"Of course," the silver-haired, blue-eyed black-robed man nodded with a smile, stretched out his hand and shook Johnny's hand in a friendly way, "Introduce yourself. My name is Roland...I want to ask something."

As Roland took his hand away. The two gold coins remained silently in Johnny's hand.

Johnny squeezed hard at first, then put one of them in his pocket as if nothing had happened, bit the other one hard, and then his face bloomed with joy: "Of course—of course! Everyone knows that Johnny never lies! My lord, standing in front of you is an honorably retired Templar, and I even have three Dawn-level badges. That was eight years ago..."

"—My Lord Knight," Roland suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Johnny's self-satisfied speech, "I want to listen to you in the bar later and tell you about your deeds in detail. Now I'm in a hurry... someone Tell me, you're the most well-informed around here."

"No. I just never lie...Even if I'm retired, at least I was once a Templar under Tyre. I can't give my team a black eye."

Slightly pondered. Johnny reached out and scratched his chin, and replied seriously: "To be honest, handsome guy - the most well-informed man in Frankfurt should be the Joker. But he likes to lie, and it has nothing to do with profit. If you have any secret information to ask , I suggest you go with a knife and a curse. Only his own life and death can force him to tell the truth. No need to worry about his revenge - the lunatic even thought it was funny."

"Slightly heard. After all, the intelligence dealer who dares to play with the cardinal is probably the only one in Faens. But what I want to inquire about is not so secret... I think you know a thing or two. If it is not necessary, I don't like it. Deal with lunatics."

Roland's words made Johnny almost burst out laughing.

Then, he nodded vigorously: "Yeah, yeah, I hate that guy too. But he's not playing a cardinal... Forget it. It doesn't matter. Anyway, sir, what do you want to ask?"

"Major event," what gave Johnny a headache was that the man in front of him had asked a rather broad question, but fortunately he emphasized it later, "It's only a major event related to the Church of Tyre."

Johnny pondered for a while, and then said solemnly: "The only part I know is the mad saint and the Pope's election."

"If you have time, Sir Knight, you might as well talk about it."

The black-robed youth who called himself Roland replied without expression: "I just arrived here, but it doesn't seem to be the same as the holy city in my impression..."

"Of course it's different. Hmm...they wouldn't be able to do anything without His Majesty Jupiter IV."

Johnny murmured, then cleared his throat and said, "First, the mad saint."

"I think you should at least hear that the priest of the God of Covenant was detained for no reason. The mercenaries and the priests of Ra played on the topic and had a lot of quarrel. Now the First Bishop is paying attention to this matter."

"However, some robbers thought that there was a big mess in the Holy City, and started to come in to make trouble. I just broke the wrist of a pagan who wanted to shoot at my customer the day before yesterday, and today someone is preparing to make trouble... Back to the topic. If this happened in previous years, His Majesty Jupiter IV would summon the saints to solve the problem easily and happily. Those cardinals thought the same... But they obviously failed. The controlling lunatic saint killed people righteously in the square, and they had no choice but to kill it by themselves - it was a farce. This is good, the chaos is big - in every sense."

Johnny's face was genuine disdain.

After calming down a bit, he continued.

"But there is good news - Lord Shira is out of prison."

"Syrah? Cardinal Syrah?"

"Yes! It's that adult!"

Johnny said brightly: "That lord is a real upright man, a righteous man. Even in the Knights, there are not many people like this. I couldn't figure out from the beginning, why His Majesty Jupiter IV He's in jail - I understand it now, it's probably that His Majesty has long realized that there is going to be a big mess in Frankfurt, and he wants to protect him."

"and then?"

"Then? Then the corps of cardinals gathered twelve people~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and began to re-elect the Pope. If I say that this should have been done long ago, by the way, I think it should be the Lord Syrah who finally elected the Pope. —His righteousness is known all over the world. There is no one more suitable for this position than him."

Roland pondered a little, then asked, "Do you know when the election ceremony was announced?"

"This morning."

Johnny replied with absolute certainty: "Many people say it is the morning, but I know that it is definitely the early morning - only the early morning can open the ceremony of the ring. Look at it, sir, until the early morning three days later, the first round of voting ends. , It's definitely Lord Syrah who has chosen the new Pope. There can be no other candidate - I bet you won't even enter the second round of voting, it must be a crushing vote gap."

"Three days..."

Amidst Johnny's boasting, Roland lowered his head, frowning and muttering. (To be continued.)

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