Blood of Mercury

Hearing Guderian's words, Roland raised his eyebrows. ∷∷,

threat? showdown? surrender?

Or is this just a stopgap measure?

"Cardinal Guderian, do you really know what you're talking about?"

Roland didn't panic at all, and said in a deep voice: "If it were two hundred years ago, even if the cardinal said such a thing, he would have been punished with silver injection."

"If all this does happen... then as you wish."

Guderian lowered his head and said respectfully in a low, almost flattering manner, "Whether it's betting silver or being crucified, I'm ready... My Majesty Roland."

"Huh?"

Roland's mouth hung a strange and pleasant smile.

He chuckled lightly, opened his eyes, squinted at Guderian's expression slightly, and said in a low voice: "So... your will is really firm."

"There's no way, my lord, I'm just an ordinary person. I'm not a voter, nor a pope, nor a son of god. To be able to climb to the level of the highest bishop is already far beyond my own ability."

Guderian moved his lips slightly and said softly: "I have long thought of this day."

"This day? Sorry, I don't seem to understand."

Roland said slowly, his eyes teasing.

Finally, Guderian sighed deeply: "My lord... you don't need to play with me as an ordinary person. Whether you are a demon **** outside the realm, a devil or a devil, this is all the same as mine. Small roles are irrelevant, right? We just want to eat. We believe in a better life. Now that Tyre has fallen, our group of believers are like a bereaved dog. It is only a matter of time before the fall of the Holy City. thing."

"I'll just say it straight, Your Majesty Roland. No matter what your status is, no matter what you're going to let us do, as long as you can leave us a way..."

"You think too much, Guderian. It's not so bad."

Roland's voice remembered behind him, interrupting him. Roland put his hand on Guderian's shoulder like this, and said softly in his ear: "If I were the devil, do you think you can still kneel here and talk to me now?"

It was a silent threat.

Immediately. Fine cold sweat oozes from Guderian's temples.

As if his back was pierced by the cold wind of winter, even if he didn't turn his head to confirm with his eyes, he could feel how obvious Roland's malice was at the moment.

"Take it easy, Cardinal Guderian. I said it. It's not as bad as you think."

"Don't make fun of me, Your Majesty."

Guderian's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his voice was full of trembling: "I participated in the council of the gods last week... so I probably know what kind of existence you are."

"If I remember correctly... the time when the plague that cannot be cured even by the gods himself spread to Banza is almost the same as when you came to Banza."

"Then, I went out to investigate these two days." Saying this, Guderian smiled bitterly, "Your identity... is not what the rumors say, a pastor in the south of Banza. Not long ago, you It should be still in the White Tower... and not long after you came to the White Tower, the White Tower collapsed, and His Majesty Tyre lost contact at that time."

"I heard some gossip that you have something to do with Orlando, who overthrew the city of wealth. So I personally guess that the rumored treasure hidden in Orlando is worth one-third of the huge treasure overlooking the White Tower. know whereabouts..."

Guderian said without hesitation.

Because when he said the first sentence, he knew that Roland already had a reason to kill himself. If his next answer can't satisfy Roland. He absolutely cannot avoid the end of death.

Guderian raised his head and said sincerely to Roland: "I have told you everything. All I want is to live, it would be better if I could live with the congregation... Whatever your purpose is, I think the Church of Tyre can always be of some help."

"The believers worship Thiel just to get a better life. At least for most people, they don't have a clear desire to believe or listen to."

Guderian said humbly: "We have no intention of questioning your authority, but I think if you can fulfill the wishes of the believers, whether you want to believe in the devil or whatever, they will be more than happy to accept it."

heard him. Roland couldn't help showing a bit of surprise.

Then he laughed.

"Well said, Guderian. You didn't disappoint me."

Roland released his hand from Guderian's shoulder, and immediately, the boiling divine grace in Guderian's body subsided.

Guderian breathed a sigh of relief.

He watched Roland slowly step forward from behind him. Gently stroked the back of Tyre's icon, his eyes moved slightly and he calmed down.

If there was a sneak attack at this time, it might be possible to kill Roland, but that was when only Roland and Guderian were present.

Guderian has not forgotten that there is a heroic knight behind him staring closely at him.

"Guderian, I'm not mistaken about you. You are a very good and talented person. Karaka is just a clown compared to you."

"You are overrated."

"No, I didn't tell a single lie."

"Then, you should also know the ability of Jupiter IV."

"Yes."

"very good."

Roland said this, turned his head and looked down at Guderian who was kneeling on the ground: "Then, there is no need for me to say more. I will give you a chance, a chance to prove your loyalty... You know, I want such a The church is of no use."

"You mean?"

Guderian moved slightly in peace.

Roland chuckled: "You have to know that Guderian alone cannot be the supreme bishop and the pope at the same time."

Having said that, there is no need for any explanation.

Guderian trembled with excitement.

He knelt on the ground and climbed in front of Roland, and kissed the ring of authority on Roland's outstretched left hand reverently.

"I will dedicate all my loyalty to you... May you be as great as Tyre."

"Then, next, Guderian..."

Roland's voice was low and charming: "You and I are standing together. Don't be nervous, say everything you want to say. Because I am with you, my sword and my rod will protect you until forever."

Under the comfort of Roland's voice~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Guderian calmed down strangely.

No, not only did he calm down, his vision gradually widened, his heartbeat and breathing began to slow down, and his muscles involuntarily relaxed.

The sound of his heartbeat grew louder in his ears, his throat became dry, and hallucinations began to appear before his eyes. There seemed to be something buzzing in his head, making a metal clashing sound.

At the same time, a sense of sweetness, happiness, and an indescribable peace rushed over his mind.

Guderian's saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, his limbs twitched, and the intense pleasure made him almost lose consciousness.

"...This is, Fairy's Kiss? When..."

"It seems that you have something to do with the knight in the city of wealth. The person who can recognize the kiss of the fairy for the first time is not a simple character."

Roland wiped his ring and said gently, "Then, I will accept your loyalty." (To be continued.)