quicksilver blood

Chapter 283 The Round Table in the Vacant Corner
In the early morning, the holy city of Frankfurt was solemn.

The cardinals of Tire only got up from the bed after a symbolic three hours of sleep. After bathing three times, they put on the most formal clothes, dispersed all the resident magic on their bodies, and climbed up the spiral step by step. The baptismal seat, heading towards the church closest to the sun.

Whenever these cardinals climbed five or six steps, they could see two bishops dressed in purple kneeling on both sides of the steps, praying for the cardinal in a low voice.

They began to move slowly upwards at around two o'clock in the morning, and three hours had passed by the time they reached the top domed cathedral.

Only this slow speed could prevent them from sweating and tarnishing the sanctity of the domed cathedral.

After they sat down one by one, they didn't look at anyone else present, they just closed their eyes and prayed silently to Tel.

This kind of prayer lasted for nearly two hours, and then a bright light shone under the statue of Tyr not far away.

At this time, there were still two vacant seats at a table that was large enough to seat 14 people.

Except for Jupiter IV who was still praying under the statue of Tire, there was still one person who had not arrived.

That is the seat on the right hand side of Jupiter IV - that should have belonged to Purcell.

Except for the stern-faced Sira, the other twelve cardinals just sighed and began their daily morning prayers to the statue of Tyre.And Xila even began to silently recite the morning prayers before Jupiter began to pray.

"...All glory to Tyr."

As the sun rose fully, the prayers died down.The bright light like the dazzling morning light gradually faded away, and the old pope's body as transparent as glass returned to the pure white color of his robe.

Then he slowly sat in his seat, and the cardinals looked at Jupiter IV in awe.

"Sira... I think you need to explain."

As Jupiter IV's slow and powerful words fell gently, the ninth person counting from Jupiter's left stood up immediately.

That person is Sira.

However, his face was full of calm, without the slightest sign of flinching.

"I killed No.13 cardinal Saier, there is nothing to explain."

His voice was clear and steady, as if he was stating the truth to the world: "My lord Tire said, that which has scales and has tentacles is filthy. You must not eat or touch it, otherwise you will also be filthy."

"Anything that has eyes but no eyelids is filthy. You must not eat or touch it, otherwise you will be filthy too."

"Those that fly in the air without wings, or those that fly high with thin wings, are filthy. You must not eat or touch them, otherwise they will also be filthy."

Xi La's face with clear lines like a handsome statue is full of awe: "This is the words in "Looking at the Sun", which is the motto of Tire. I have never deceived a bit, and I have not deleted a word - Si La is my master. The filth that my father Tyre hates, it is Tyre's will that I kill him."

"—But! You killed Cyre, the people of Tyre! His cardinal!"

The words of Jupiter IV suddenly rose, and the rumbling sound penetrated the domed cathedral and spread throughout the spiraling baptismal seat.All those who heard his voice bowed their heads and closed their eyes in prayer.

Although they have not seen Saier.But he couldn't help but feel sad for Xi La.

But unexpectedly, Xirana's voice, which was also rumbling like thunder, but was obviously much younger, sounded in the sky: "I am not killing the people of Tire, but the people of N'Zoth!"

Those who heard Xila's voice immediately began to discuss. Although they tried their best to lower their voices, they also broke the silence of the holy city.

It cannot be blamed on them.

This ability to rumble in the sky like thunder has so far only been possessed by the popes among the priests of Tire.

And now, apart from Jupiter IV, Sira also possesses such ability—does this mean that Cardinal Sira is the next generation Pope?

After a moment of silence, Jupiter IV asked softly again in the deep voice of an old man: "Xila, let me ask you one last time - do you know your sin?"

"For Tire's sake, if you are willing to punish yourself for confinement, I can let this matter go by..."

"—but I refuse."

Xiela also lowered his voice and refused calmly in a normal manner: "I was not wrong...it was you who was wrong."

"My child, the Pope cannot be wrong..."

"—So, you are not a competent Pope."

Sira interrupted Jupiter IV.

Suddenly, the dome cathedral fell into a dead silence.

Jupiter IV seemed to be in disbelief, and asked in a very soft voice, "Sira, do you know what you're talking about?"

"I know very well."

Just like the conversation repeated a few days ago, Xi La continued without hesitation, and the answer did not change at all.

However, the nature of the conversation has changed.

Jupiter IV was silent for a while again, and then said regretfully: "Then, you must remove the Ring of Killing... and hand it over to Bishop Ogg."

"I refuse. Thiel has said that cardinals cannot be removed."

"This is not something you can refuse, my child. This is the greatest gift I can give you. Unless you want to be excommunicated and die as a heretic."

Jupiter IV shook his head: "Yes, the cardinal will not be able to take off his red robe until his death...but there are always exceptions."

"To be more careful, it is... people are mortal, do you understand?"

The old pope said slowly.

Xiela sighed and looked at the old pope pitifully with a condescending look: "I finally know where you went wrong... You can't kill me."

"Want to give it a try?"

Jupiter IV almost laughed out loud: "You may not know that I can deprive you of your divine arts at will..."

"Then give it a try."

Sira's words made Jupiter IV's voice stop abruptly.

Suddenly, the eyes of the other cardinals fluctuated violently, with expressions of disbelief on their faces.

I saw that the actions of Jupiter IV froze suddenly - that was undoubtedly what Tire did.

In this place closest to the sun, Tire can already exert a certain amount of influence on the people here.And it is clear that Tire did not want Jupiter IV to kill Sira.

"You are too proud, Paulnia...you are trying to twist Tyre's will. You cannot kill me under the watchful eyes of His Majesty Tyre."

Xi La shook his head and took off his tie: "Now, you can choose to imprison me and confess in front of Tyre; or, you can let me go and admit your arrogance - choose."

"Arrogant...you are the most arrogant one, Sira."

Jupiter IV was as stiff as a stone statue for a long time, and then suddenly laughed out loud: "How interesting. Are you the second spokesperson of Tyr? Let me guess what you represent... Justice? Justice of Tyr Is it? Good justice."

Jupiter IV did not make any move, but several shadows appeared from the steps of his seat, subduing Xiela instantly.

The old pope coughed and stood up unsteadily from his seat: "Oh. Our righteous boy has been subdued. Do you know why you lost?"

As expected, Jupiter IV received no response from Sira.

He just chuckled, then left his position, went to Tire's statue and knelt down.

His old voice echoed in the church: "Justice... is really a good thing. But now Tyre doesn't need justice, he needs me."

Without turning his head, the old pope announced softly: "There is no need to hold a big ceremony. I will pray for the divine descent technique, and then go to the White Tower in person."

After his guards escorted Cyrus into the dungeon, and long after the other cardinals had left, Jupiter IV murmured softly: "Arrogance... Of course I know it."

"But Thiel needs me. That's enough."

As if responding to his words, the huge brass statue in front of him nodded slightly.

　Woo... we have a cold again, with a fever reaching nearly 38 degrees...

　　My thinking has begun to be confused... I hope the quality of this chapter can still be passable...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)