Blood of Mercury

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Banza, the holy city of Frankfurt.

The sun has just risen, and the thirteen cardinals of Thiel have gathered together.

They sat quietly in their seats, bathing in the morning light and praying in low voices.

On a daily basis, they would never go out before morning prayers. This can be said to be a sin of great disrespect.

As a pastor of Tyre, the most important obedience ritual every day is to do at sunrise and to rest at sunset - you can go out after morning prayer, and you have to go to sleep after evening prayer.

But only here - only the domed cathedral in Frankfurt, where they travel at night and go happily.

Because this is the closest place to the **** of Tyre. This is the holy place guarded day and night by Pope Jupiter IV, the godfather of Queen Banza.

For a priest of Tyr, nothing could be more sacred.

Even cardinals must not go here on their own, otherwise they will be stripped of their red robes. There is no room for forgiveness.

And Thiel's canon stipulates that there are only thirteen cardinals, representing January to thirteen. This is a sacred number, which cannot be increased or decreased. Even the Pope cannot be dismissed during his lifetime.

In other words, it would be a capital offense for even a cardinal to break in here.

~, the only forgiveness was that they could be put to death in secret and entered the kingdom of Tyre as cardinals, not **** as apostates.

Only when the cardinals received a secret letter invitation from the Pope the previous night would they be allowed to enter.

They would put on their most dignified clothes before the sun came up and go out at about two or three in the morning, heading for the centre of Frankfurt. Without using any divine power, step by step up the spiral staircase that covers an area of ​​nearly 1,000 square meters in the center of the Holy City. Head towards the closest point to the sun.

At the top of the thousands of spiral staircases called the "Seat of Baptism" is Frankfurt's Dome Cathedral.

Look from a distance. The entire baptismal seat is like a narrow champagne glass hundreds of meters high. At this height, if there is no divine power to maintain it, it will inevitably crumble.

But this is the electorate of Tyre—that is, where their Pope, Jupiter IV, lives.

Whenever the sun rises, the sun is at its highest, and the sun sets, a dazzling crown of light will rise from the top of the champagne glass. That is the natural radiance of Jupiter IV's prayer, and the whole of Frankfurt can be seen when looking up.

——This is the city that Tyre is watching.

The people are peaceful and happy, the nobles are humble and respectful, and the knights are just and brave.

They do not have the alchemy technology of Su Ze, nor the enchanting technology of the White Tower, nor the opera and gladiatorial performances of Titan. But they still love it here and enjoy their peaceful life.

As Jupiter IV said. The so-called life is something that can be complete as long as there is sunshine, earth, and poetry.

This is the holy city of Frankfurt.

There is no holier city than here.

And now. Following the annual Supreme Assembly, the thirteen cardinals gathered again, sitting around a round table in the center of the church.

They just muttered their morning prayers, begging forgiveness for their nocturnal deeds, and waited quietly for Jupiter IV's morning prayers to end.

A few meters to the south of their round table, Jupiter IV knelt on the ground and prayed slowly in the direction of the rising sun.

His beard and hair were all white, exuding a golden shimmer as if melted into the light. The body is glittering like a glass of color.

The morning light sprinkled on him, melted away, and rose into the air like a corona.

His voice was old but kind, soothing and peaceful.

"...Therefore. I will be shouting my joy again in the crowd."

Hearing this sentence, all the cardinals stood up together.

At the same time, they stretched out their right hands and pointed to their foreheads, then drew a circle on their chests and pressed them where their hearts were. Then he praised at the same time: "All glory goes to Tyre."

As the prayer ended, the brilliant iridescent halo gradually dissipated. The old Pope's glass-like transparent body became a solid body again.

He raised his head,

"Sit down. Children."

The old Pope's peaceful voice sounded. After he sat down, the other cardinals also sat down.

"I called you here today to say a few things."

His voice was slow and low, but it resounded in the ears of the other thirteen people.

"First of all, the priest received the news of the death of His Highness Sivir's reserve Cardinal Claude."

The cardinals showed no surprise. Obviously, they also received this message.

"He fought for His Royal Highness Tyre and His Highness Sivir in his life, and killed more than 30,000 enemies. When Bishop Hu Ke dies, Claude will inherit the ring of the ninth bishop... In other words, we can regard it as this A cardinal has died. The faithful should be informed and a bare burial."

The thirteen cardinals were taken aback.

The eighth cardinal sitting on the Pope's left stood up, gave the Pope a respectful salute, and then whispered: "...Excuse me, this seems a bit inappropriate. His Highness Sivir has already Is it a bit tiring to invite Bishop Claude to enter the kingdom of God, and then invite him down for a new burial..."

"No need to hesitate," the expression on the Pope's face did not change in the slightest, still kind and gentle, "Claude died on March 5th. He should have entered the kingdom of God under the crown of Tyre. Now I just ask him to come down and preside over it. His funeral is nothing more than nothing. Besides, he will be posthumously made a saint, and the statue will be erected in the temple under the crown of Tyre, which will be his glory."

"However, on the side of His Highness Sivir..."

"I'll explain it myself. You've handled the matter well with the priest, and you don't need to say more."

The old Pope smiled and said in a generous voice, "The sword is born from the light... She will understand."

"Yes."

Hearing this, the eighth bishop heaved a sigh of relief, saluted again and sat down.

"The second thing..."

The old Pope leaned forward slightly, and the thirteen red-robed bishops suddenly felt a tremendous pressure blowing towards them.

"Morren, Kasaka, Searle, stand up."

His words fell, and the third, ninth, and thirteenth bishops from the left stood up sweating profusely.

His voice was still as slow and flat as before, but it was full of astonishing pressure: "Morren, explain why the Knights of the Shield of Dawn left Harburg to go to the city of sin?"

"...That's because I heard Kasaka say that one of our official knights was persecuted there..." The ninth bishop stiffened just by looking directly at the Pope, his voice trembling slightly, "It happened to be there. There's a big upheaval...so..."

"Yes, Tianshi Division found that there was already a sea of ​​fire... Logically speaking, it should not..."

The third bishop also turned his head, bowed his head and defended in a very low voice.

On the contrary, the cardinal sitting on the right hand of the old Pope knelt directly on the ground and said word by word in a voice with a sharp, thick and pleasant triple echo: "Serle is willing to accept all punishments."

The old Pope didn't speak, just closed his originally squinted eyes, separated his clasped hands, and put them on the table. Standing stiffly in place.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds before the old Pope whispered in a self-talking voice: "The Knights of the Shield of Dawn are destroyed. For example, someone is responsible for this."

No one dared to speak at this moment. Even the ten bishops who were seated did not dare to take a breath.

"Okay."

The silence lasted for more than ten seconds before the Pope uttered a neat word.

"Then, Mo Lun, remove the ring of killing and give it to... Bishop Shira. Kasaka, go back and copy the words of caution twenty times, and make a public review at the Sky Vision Division..."

"Please forgive..."

Before the old Pope could finish speaking, he saw Moron trembling on his knees, crawling to the old Pope and kissing the toe of his shoe.

"Please have mercy on the earth as the morning light shines upon the earth. May the old days be..."

"Morren."

The old Pope just lowered his head and said a word in a low voice with no expression on his face. Bishop Morun was stiff, and his mouth was opened but he could not make any sound.

"You should know that this is the greatest forgiveness I can give you."

"...Thank you for your kindness~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Bishop Morun hesitated, finally lowered his head heavily, and answered in a low voice.

"And Sale," the old Pope looked at the first person on his right with warm and kind eyes, "you go to the city of sin in person, slay the tree of suffering, Akama-Lim, and retrieve its Heart of Oak."

"As ordered."

Searle stood up, his voice flat with a harsh triple echo. (To be continued..)

ps: By the way, someone asked me if the branch plot meant a multi-line ending... So here is a unified explanation,

no.

All branch plots that have no choice lead to a death ending.

So if you insist on saying it, there are multiple endings... but only one is te, and the others are be 233

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