quicksilver blood

Chapter 169 Jupiter IV

Bansa, the holy city of Frankfurt.

The sun had just risen when the thirteen cardinals of Tire had already gathered.

They sat peacefully in their positions, praying in low voices while bathing in the morning light.

On ordinary days, they would never go out before morning prayers.This can be said to be a crime of great disrespect.

As the priest of Tire, the most important daily obedience ritual is to work at sunrise and rest at sunset-you can go out after morning prayers, and go to sleep after evening prayers.

But here alone—only the domed cathedral in Frankfurt—they travel at night and go with pleasure.

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

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

Even a cardinal must not go here by himself, otherwise he will be stripped of his red robe.There is no room for forgiveness.

According to Thiel's scriptures, there are only thirteen cardinals, representing January to Thirteen respectively. This is a sacred number that cannot be increased or decreased.

In other words, even if the cardinal broke in here, it would be a capital offense.

The only forgiveness is that they can be executed secretly and enter Tyre's kingdom of God as a cardinal instead of going to hell as an apostate.

Only when the cardinal received the Pope's secret letter invitation the night before would they be allowed to enter here.

They will put on their most solemn clothes before the sun rises, go out at about two or three in the morning, go to the center of Frankfurt, and step by step climb the nearly [-]-square-meter square in the center of the Holy City without using any divine power. The spiral staircase moves towards the place closest to the sun.

At the top of this thousands-of-step spiral staircase called the "Baptismal Seat" is Frankfurt's dome cathedral.

From a distance, the entire baptismal seat looks like a narrow champagne glass hundreds of meters high.This height, if there is no divine power to maintain it, will inevitably crumble.

But this is where the Chosen People of Tire—that is, their Pope Jupiter IV—live.

Whenever the sun rises, the sun rises to the highest point, and the sun sets, a round of dazzling light will rise on the top of the champagne glass.That is the radiance that Jupiter IV naturally emitted when he prayed, and the whole of Frankfurt can be seen when he looks up.

——This is the city that Tyr is looking at.

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

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

As Jupiter IV said, the so-called life is something that can be completed as long as there is sunlight, earth, and poetry.

This is the holy city of Frankfurt.

There is no holier city than this.

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

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

A few meters south of the round table where they were sitting, Jupiter IV knelt on the ground, praying slowly in the direction of the rising sun.

His beard and hair are all white, exuding a faint golden gleam as if melting in the light, and his body is shining like glass.

When the morning light sprinkled on his body, it melted and rose into the air like a crown of light.

His voice was old but kind, soothing and peaceful.

“…Therefore I will once again shout my joy among the crowds.”

Hearing this sentence, all the cardinals stood up together.

They simultaneously stretched out their right hands and pointed to their foreheads, then drew a circle on their chests and placed it on their hearts, and then simultaneously praised: "All glory to Tire."

As the prayer ended, the gorgeous iridescent halo gradually dissipated, and the old pope's body, as transparent as glass, became solid again.

He looked up,
"Sit down, boys."

The old pope's peaceful voice sounded.After he sat down, the other cardinals also took their seats.

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

His voice was slow and deep, but it resounded in the ears of the other 13 people.

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

The cardinals did not show any surprise.Obviously, they also received this message.

"He fought for His Majesty Tire and His Highness Sivir all his life, killing more than 3 enemies. When Bishop Huke dies, Claude will inherit the Ring of Killing from the Ninth Bishop... In other words, we can regard it as this A cardinal has died. The faithful should be informed and a light burial should be held."

The thirteen cardinals were shocked when they heard this.

The cardinal sitting eighth on the left side of the Pope stood up, bowed respectfully to the Pope, and then whispered: "... Please forgive me, this seems a little inappropriate. His Highness Sivir has already Isn’t it a bit troublesome to lead Bishop Claude into the Kingdom of God and then invite him down to be buried naked again..."

"No need to hesitate." The expression on the pope's face did not change at all, still kind and gentle, "Claude passed away on 13th 5th. He should have entered the kingdom of God under Tyre's crown. Now I just ask him to come down and preside over it." His own funeral is nothing. Besides, he will be canonized, and his statue will be erected in the temple of His Majesty Tyre, which will be his glory."

"However, His Highness Sivir's side..."

"I'll explain it myself. You've handled the priest's affairs well, so there's no need to say anything."

The old Pope smiled slightly, and said in a generous voice, "Swords are born from light...she will understand."

"Yes."

Hearing this, the eighth bishop breathed a sigh of relief, bowed again and sat down.

"The second thing..."

The old pope's body leaned forward slightly, and the thirteen red-robed bishops suddenly felt a great pressure coming towards them.

"Moron, Kasaka, Sale, stand up."

After his words fell, the third, ninth and No.13 bishops from the left stood up profusely in sweat.

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

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

"Yes, the Tianshi Division found that there was a sea of ​​fire... Logically speaking, it shouldn't be..."

The third bishop also turned around, lowered his head and argued 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 sharp, thick and pleasant triple echo voice: "Ser is willing to accept all punishment."

The old pope didn't speak, but closed his eyes that were already slightly squinted, separated his clasped hands, took them from his stomach and put them on the table, Kasaka and Moran stopped defending immediately, and their whole body Standing stiffly.

The silence lasted for about ten seconds before the old pope whispered in a soliloquy voice: "The Knights of the Shield of Dawn have been destroyed. For example, someone is responsible for this."

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

"it is good."

The silence continued for more than ten seconds before the pope spoke a crisp word.

"Then, Morun, remove the ring of killing and give it to Bishop Xila. Kasaka, go back and copy the Record of Precautions [-] times, and make a public review at the Sky Vision Division..."

"Please forgive me..."

Before the old pope finished speaking, Mo Lun knelt on the ground trembling, crawled towards the old pope, and kissed the toe of his shoe.

"Please have mercy on the earth as the morning light shines on the earth, may the old days..."

"Moron."

The old Pope just lowered his head and said a word softly with no expression on his face. Bishop Morun became stiff all over, opened his mouth but could not make any sound.

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

"...Thank you for your kindness."

Bishop Morun hesitated to speak, and finally lowered his head heavily, and replied in a low voice with a hoarse voice.

"And Seer," the old pope looked at No. 1 on his right with his kind and kind eyes, "you personally go to the city of sin, attack Akama-lim, the tree of suffering, and get back its Heart of Oak.”

"As ordered."

Sayre stood up, his voice flat with a piercing triple echo.

　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 without choices lead to the end of death.

　　So if I have to say it, there are multiple endings...but only one is TE, and the others are BE233
　　
　
(End of this chapter)