Blood of Mercury

"Joseph..."

Kakarit looked at Joseph with a complicated look, but he stopped talking.

The two of them have been good friends since they served the **** of darkness before, and they also know each other to a considerable extent.

Joseph was very old at the time, and Kakarit was only the father of a seven-year-old child—and their friendship was limited by age and could only stop there.

But now, Joseph has been rejuvenated by the miracle of his mentor, like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, while Kakarit still looks like a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties. large age gap.

There is a feeling of being speechless in this wonderful sense of confusion. Kakarit shook his head vigorously, and his gaze towards Joseph became dull again.

"Joseph, what about His Majesty Roland?"

"It's just these few days. His Royal Highness Roland will be here soon."

Joseph raised his eyebrows and replied calmly.

He realized what Kakarit called Roland, and secretly remembered it in his heart, but he didn't ask.

Hearing Joseph's reply, Kakarit paused and frowned slightly.

He was also aware of the issue of addressing Roland.

But unlike Joseph's caution, Kakarit asked directly without hesitation: "What did you just call Your Majesty Roland?"

"I said, Your Highness - this is the title that His Highness Roland asked us to use."

Joseph replied flatly: "Of course, he also said that we can call him by his first name, because we are brothers under the protection of the mentor's glory, and our status is equal."

"Your Majesty's mercy and humility are no reason for your rudeness, Joseph," a look of displeasure flashed across Kakarit's face, "you mustn't forget who you are."

"I haven't forgotten... so I still want to call him Your Highness, because Roland is the one who redeemed us in the name of the teacher, he is like the child of the teacher, the brother of all of us... Kakarit, you want I know. My devotion to my mentor is no less than yours."

Joseph sighed softly, buried his head deeply, and stopped looking at Kakarit.

He stared at the ground and murmured in a very light voice: "I have been redeemed by the mentor three times in my life. The third time. The mentor healed my feelings and let me come back from that endless cold world at the same time. , I swear, I will follow her forever, forever."

"I admit. His Highness Roland is a great man. He's going to be the greatest Pope I've ever seen - and most importantly, he's never been satisfied with his achievements, he's... always growing. He's He is proud of the enemy, but always has a humble heart to the world. I believe that he will become the brightest pearl under the mentor."

Joseph was generous with Roland, but Kakarite's expression darkened little by little.

"You mean, Joseph..."

An unspeakable anger suddenly appeared on Kakarit's face: "Are you serving only a mentor, not His Majesty Roland? If the Pope's position is changed to another person, you will serve him just as you would serve His Majesty Roland. !"

"...I'm going to ask you what you mean, Kakarit."

Joseph raised his head suddenly. His silver-gray mirror-like eyes stared coldly at Kakarit: "Are you saying that Roland is bigger than the tutor?"

"His Majesty Roland is the incarnation of the mentor!"

Kakarit looked down at Joseph, his voice was high and clear: "Isn't it? It was the mentor who rescued us from the false gods, but he was also His Majesty Roland."

Kakarit's clear and melodious voice resounded in the cemetery at dusk: "I can think of it this way - His Majesty Roland is the extension of the mentor, the representative of the mentor. He is by no means just a Buttons that can be changed at will... Instructor wants to save us, it is in the name of His Majesty Roland, and His Majesty Roland personally implements it."

"So, I think, His Majesty Roland should have the same type of sanctity as the Master. He should establish his country... only the country of the religions under the Master's glory."

But Kakarit's remarks instantly angered Joseph——

"Kakarit, pay attention to your identity!"

Joseph stared at Joseph with his silver-gray pupils, and said in a low voice, "You are a disciple of the mentor. Not a follower of Roland!"

Kakarit just wanted to refute, but in the end he seemed to think of something, and pressed the words back abruptly.

The two looked at each other in silence for a long time before Kakarit spoke again: "I'm here this time. The purpose is very simple. I just hope to help His Majesty Roland establish the Holy See."

Kakarit said with a flat face: "The followers who follow me are very eager to learn about our teachings and have their own churches. I am here to confirm this matter with His Majesty Roland. At least the teachings must be first Bring back."

"You don't need to worry about the Holy See, Roland has his own thoughts... But, let's make up the scriptures..."

Joseph, who calmed down, also deliberately did not mention the previous unpleasantness, and just thought seriously: "Let His Highness Roland ask the tutor's idea first. I heard His Highness Roland before that he plans to wait until the church is taken down before thinking about this. It doesn't matter... but looking at him. He doesn't seem to be worried about it."

"Yes."

Kakarite nodded: "When I was praying before, the teacher mentioned to me the book "Teaching"... She said that this book was a scripture compiled by her followers a thousand years ago. If believers want a scripture You can ask him for it."

"What about His Majesty Roland?"

"He went to Ferraro to make arrangements. Elucado went with him too."

"Is that so..."

Speaking of this, Kakarit suddenly remembered something and mentioned to Joseph casually: "That's right, Joseph. I developed a few more believers on the way here, and I asked them to come to you. ... in about a week or so."

Hearing this, Joseph frowned slightly.

"I'm afraid this place will be plunged into chaos and plague soon... Can you call them here at this time? I can't take care of them~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and I can't teach them any magic."

"No problem. They are all Druids, and they have already accepted the mentor's call. They can use prayers, but they can't find an organization." Speaking of this, Kakarit couldn't help showing a warm smile. " Among them is a female Druid, who has even advanced to become a death crow."

"Oh?"

Joseph's eyes lit up.

He couldn't help but praise: "Well done... I'm afraid she can help a lot. By the way, what's her name?"

"Falina."

Kakarit repeated with a smile: "Falina... She has abandoned her previous surname. But she is now a silver-ranked death crow."

"That was fantastic."

Joseph nodded. I can't help but look forward to the unmasked believers. (To be continued.)