Blood of Mercury

"Kasaka, I want to tell you a few things."

Guderian was obviously satisfied with Kasaka's opinion, he nodded and suddenly became serious.

But seeing his cold and gloomy face, Kasaka felt a little relieved.

This is the supreme bishop he knows well.

After that, when he heard what was said in Guderian's mouth, Kasaka almost jumped up with joy.

Guderian said slowly: "I know what you are coming to ask me - if you want to ask me whether I support your decision to be Pope, I can only tell you that I support it."

"—However, you need to understand that His Majesty Roland is not easy to be with. If you let him know your plan, I'm afraid you will become a prop for his power."

"My Lord Supreme Bishop, you must know that there is always a risk in everything."

Kasaka said unexpectedly calmly: "Warriors will not flee the battlefield because of fear of death; priests will not succumb to the torture of infidels and change their beliefs. There are always things that require our lives, right?"

Hearing this, Guderian was slightly startled, and his gaze towards Kasaka changed slightly.

"...You surprise me, Cardinal Casaca."

Guderian looked at his colleague who was known for his greed in surprise: "I never knew you had such a mind and courage."

"You're laughing. You and I both know that this is far from being a word of courage."

Kasaka smiled self-deprecatingly: "Every smuggler has the consciousness of being hanged. If you want to be the Pope, even if you don't have the consciousness, even I can't stand it."

"But it's not enough. As a pope, this awareness is not enough."

As if something was fading from Guderian's face. His voice became colder, his expression stiff and serious. The more and more clear silver-gray light flowed in his eyes.

But Kasaka was relieved to see such a familiar Guderian.

"Ah, that's right. Awakening..." Kasaka said with a smile, an ambiguous look flashed in his eyes, "Awakening...of course enough."

"I didn't mean that."

Guderian shook his head again: "I'll tell you clearly - who do you think Bishop Ossius voted for?"

"You mean—"

Hearing this, Kasaka's eyes widened.

"That's right, Kasaka."

Guderian looked at Kasaka with something in his eyes: "Someone is targeting you. If you can't clear your team, then even if I support you, you will only lose."

After all, Guderian turned his head and left. No regrets.

His words were almost equivalent to telling Kasaka, "I will vote for you." Although it was nothing more than verbal solidarity, Kasaka did not have the slightest doubt about Guderian.

The reason why Guderian can gather so many people is because he, like Cyla, made an oath to Tyre, promising that he would never lie until his death.

Unlike Xila, he spread the fact that he "can't lie", and almost everyone knew about it. That's why, when he makes promises to people. There was never the slightest doubt about his commitment.

That's exactly what happened. All of Guderian's promises have either been fulfilled or are on the way. He never broke his oath.

Kasaka understands that Guderian, who is also a cardinal, is already at the limit of what he can do.

After all, they are still competitors. And Guderian is not Ossius, he can't squeeze the other's neck and ask "Do you know who betrayed me?"

"Is this... a test?"

Kasaka murmured, slowly clenching his fists. Dull thinking.

If not even a traitor can be found. You don't have to be Pope, why don't you let everyone vote for me instead - Guderian is probably what he meant.

However. What he didn't know was that after turning around. Guderian's face showed obvious mockery.

"Stupid clown."

The corners of the silver-haired old man's mouth twitched slightly, silently making a mouth shape. There was a silver light in his eyes.

As if responding to his call, all the cardinals who saw him stopped and silently drew a cross on their chests to salute him.

There was a silver light in their eyes.

"Praise the teacher—"

The boy with the crow mask chuckled and appeared in front of Gervano again.

Unlike Hailuo, who could barely speak half a day ago, her face has completely lost its blood at this moment. Dark red bloodstains spread from the neck to the cheeks and forehead, as if being brutally beaten by an invisible whip.

She opened her mouth, gasping for breath as if she couldn't get oxygen, her whole body trembled to the point of convulsions, and the cold sweat couldn't stop flowing.

"hateful!"

Gevano slammed the ground heavily, the skin was torn by the gravel, the sand embedded in the skin, and blood flowed out all at once.

Still a step too late.

Just a little more-

He looked at the war refugees who were stopped on the road to Banza and shouted in the distance, and then looked at Hero in his arms, showing a look of pain.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the defenders were on their way. But the mob had already destroyed the fortifications and even gained a considerable advantage in the battle with the garrison.

The border line that was hit by the flow of people was crumbling and was about to collapse. Gervano bit his lip and looked at the group of ecstatically shouting refugees, and hugged Hero in his arms a little tighter.

The only chance to escape the war and plague-scorched land of Kalar is to escape into Bantha. After that, it can be said that more troops will be sent here, and then martial law will be imposed.

However, Hero's body did not support them into such a chaotic battlefield. The idea of ​​mixing in with Banza and finding a priest to treat Hero's illness also went bankrupt.

Most of the team formed by the refugees have squeezed into the blockade line, and at the forefront of the formation, someone has even deftly bypassed the guards and rushed out.

"How about~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Have you made a choice?"

At this moment, the annoying guy spoke again.

Gervano gave him a stern look. Almost bit his lip.

He saw very clearly. That crow's mouth just fell in love with Hero.

With his mystery, either a priest, a druid, or possibly a terrible wizard.

If you give Hero to this mysterious man, maybe you can get his support to escape into Banza. Then you will be able to stay away from the war in Caral as a matter of course.

After all, Kalar and Banza speak the same language, and Gevano is confident that he can live well in Banza, at least better than in Kalar.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore."

The crow mouth suddenly said, "You don't really think those people can escape, do you?"

Hearing this, Jervano was slightly startled. (To be continued.)