msmithbooks Chapter 13 Price
Chapter 13 Price
"The Pope has changed." The visitor was dressed in a white robe with a cold mask on his face. "Now the Pope has decided not to shelter this place anymore. The church does not need useless people. Please sleep forever with your loyalty to the Pope." .”
Words colder than the mask echoed in the room.It was obviously a scorching summer, but the church at this time was as cold as severe winter.
The person in the church dressed in gorgeous clothes forced a smile on his face. He was the bishop of the church in this area and was about to send the envoy away.
"No, the Pope ordered me to witness everything before leaving."
Seeing this, the bishop flattered a few words, and then ordered the attendants to prepare the room.
"Those who bathe in the holy blood, loyal supporters of the church, give your last value to the church!"
The man who was preaching in the city before shouted, he looked obsessively at the Pope in the oil painting, his voice trembled with excitement, and he did not face the fear of death at all.His face was contorted with madness, and he laughed maniacally.
Number 12 lowered his head, listening to everything calmly.Even though she was blocked by the mask, she could still feel her indifference at this moment, like a puppet, without emotion, only knowing to execute orders.
It had been a while since the last time she obtained dragon blood, and she could vaguely see the blood vessels underneath her face, and she looked sickly as if she was about to collapse in the next moment.
Her condition got worse every time, and in the days before the last ceremony, she just felt a little dizzy.
However, No. 13 felt uncomfortable.Dissatisfaction and fear that shouldn't exist emerged in his heart.
In order to become a member of the church, I lost my previous memories and feelings of ordinary people, leaving only my devotion to God, and I endured the pain of being corroded every day and night.Is it really worth it?
No. 13 is an abnormal person here, and his emotions are enriched day by day.He didn't say anything, but No. 12 was still keenly aware of what happened.
I don't know if it's because of the lack of dragon's blood, but he has recurring dreams every few days of the month.
In the dream, a woman sat beside him, with her head resting on his shoulder, holding his hand, and the little bird accompanied him lovingly.
The breeze blows gently, the sun is bright but not dazzling, the birds are singing, and in his dream he only feels that happiness fills his heart.
The woman's laughter rang in his ears, as clear as a silver bell.She raised her head, with a blush on her face due to shyness, and responded to him with the same happy expression.
"We'll always be together, forever and ever," she said, kissing his face awkwardly.
"Who am I? And who is she? Why am I here?" Thirteen thought.His loyalty to the church has been shaken unexpectedly today.
He knew that the only people who would die in the end were the lowest church members like him and No. 12.A born magician like Bishop is not bathed in holy blood at all.
"Only us, us ordinary people will die. Is my life over like this? I don't even have a chance to know who I am." Number 13 was silent.
He looked so out of place in the crowd.He neither shouted long live the Pope, nor listened without emotion, what was left on his face was only confusion.
"You look very confused, don't have any emotions you shouldn't have, I warned you so." No. 12 looked at No. 13, and stated without any emotion, "The mission is still going on, as long as we are still alive, We should just keep going."
After a reminder on the 12th, she turned and left. She walked quickly, as if she was afraid that the 13th would catch up.
Members of other churches also left one after another, either to preach, or to hunt down the witch and the remaining orcs in the city-state, and more to prepare for the ceremony of the day after tomorrow.
Whenever seeing the cold expression on the 12th, the 13th will always feel sour in his heart.For no reason, he felt that she was a girl who liked to laugh before.
No. 13 walked out of the hall in a daze, and said to himself, "It's time to see how many people have successfully accepted the power of the Holy Blood today."
The bishop returned to his room and angrily threw the expensive red wine on the table to the ground, venting his dissatisfaction with the new pope.
"How long is the dragon's blood enough?"
"The one in the church can only be used for the last time." The man who answered was wearing a tuxedo, and surprisingly, he did not wear a mask on his face.
"boom"
The books on the table were also rudely thrown on the ground by the bishop.
"Could it be discovered by him? The power he cultivated so hard is in vain, hateful son!"
"Master, keep your voice down, it's not good to be heard by others."
"It's just people who are about to die, why worry?" the bishop smiled disdainfully. "Give them the dragon's blood from the church, and let them live a few more days for the sake of their hard work for me."
"Master, are we leaving now?" the man asked, his blood-colored pupils staring at the angry man at this moment.
"That damn messenger from the Son of God is not ordinary. As long as he is here, it will not be easy for us to escape. He will definitely be present when the ceremony is held the day after tomorrow. Then you go and take out the dragon's blood from the forest." The bishop sat On the soft leather sofa, his face was ashen.
The man in a tuxedo lowered his head, bowed to the bishop, disappeared into the darkness without a sound.
in another bedroom
The envoy in a white robe couldn't wait to take off his mask and threw it on the table beside him.Without the cover of the mask, the messenger revealed his entire face.
Unlike the sickly white of most of the church, his skin was a healthy tan.The sharp-edged face and exquisite facial features look domineering.
But the most eye-catching thing is his pair of extremely aggressive amber vertical pupils, "Mr. Brave is going to see the dragon soon."
The envoy crossed his legs and leaned on the sofa. At this time, the aloof envoy was gone, leaving only an arrogant dragon.
"Cultivation loves to worry." Mr. Long shrugged, looking reluctant, "Then Yitu, wait for me to protect you."
The evil dragon sipped his red wine and frowned dissatisfied.
"Why is this wine tasteless? It's like plain water."
The evil dragon dispelled the idea of drinking to have a good time.The blue sky was reflected in his eyes.When looking at the sky, the dragon always thinks of Ittu's equally blue eyes.
"I haven't seen you for a long time. I don't know if that brat Yitu is doing well."
Inside the King's Chamber of Glory Kingdom
"Have you found any news about him?" The king was lazily leaning on the throne, and there was an unfinished chessboard in front of the table.
"Release William and tell him to follow. The reunion of the old man must be very touching, right?"
"Yes." The visitor lowered his head and left cautiously, for fear of offending this uncertain majesty.
"Hehe, my knight, how much growth can I have after I come back? Will it be polished to be more dazzling?"
The eyes of the man on the throne became gloomy, "Don't try to escape, you'd better come back on your own initiative, I will play a good brother for you."