quicksilver blood

Chapter 457 Secret News
The setting sun has already sunk most of the way down, and the bright red light is swaying slantingly.

Johnny also cleaned up his fruit stand as usual. The snow season has just ended, but he is wearing a rather bare and cool top.The scars on his forearm, thicker than some men's thighs, became more conspicuous.

It was the injury that forced him to abandon his shield and sword.It made him unable to hold the sword steadily, so he could only put his armor in the box, hoping that his son would wear it again in the future and fight for the glory of the Lord.

God knows, the templar back then is now a fruit seller?But even if Johnny gave up his long sword and shield, he still didn't give up on physical exercise and prayer to God.Among other things, at least his strength is worthy of his big body. When troublemakers appear, he can use his muscles and weight to protect his fruit and his family.

Taking a step back, at least it would appease his wife's resentment that he couldn't make more money.Big Johnny, although this name is not very eye-catching in Frankfurt, but at least he still has his own prestige on this street.

——At least no one dared to take his fruit without paying.

"Dude, I thought you might be a little free right now."

However, just as Johnny was picking up the remaining fruits, frowning and thinking about whether to give them to the poor or pass them on to other merchants at a cheap price, a deep but not hoarse, manly voice sounded from behind him .

"Man, I think you'd better not come here for fun."

Johnny loosened his brows and replied in a rough voice.

He straightened up and turned around, and the shadow cast by his tall body immediately obscured the short figure behind him.

Johnny's first impression of the person who was just looking for something to talk to him was "What a short man", and after he saw the silver-haired man's face clearly, he changed it sourly to "What a short man with a white face."

It was a delicate face that could only be described as neutral, more like a fragile doll than an aristocratic youth.It was a strange charm that neither a man nor a woman would be surprised by, and either side could be called handsome.

No one, except a low self-esteem and jealous villain, would refuse to talk to an attractive person.Even at the moment Johnny only saw charm in his face.

"Of course," the silver-haired, blue-eyed man in black robe nodded with a smile, reached out his hand and shook Johnny's hand in a friendly way, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Roland... inquire about something."

As Roland took his hand away, the two gold coins remained silently in Johnny's palm.

Johnny squeezed it hard first, then put one of them into his pocket as if nothing had happened, bit the other hard, and then his face burst into joy: "Of course—of course! Everyone knows that Johnny never lies! Dear lord, standing in front of you is an honorably retired Templar, I even have three Dawn-level badges, that was eight years ago..."

"—My lord knight," Roland suddenly raised his voice, interrupting Johnny's self-satisfied speech, "I want to hear you explain your story in detail in the bar later. I'm in a hurry now...someone Tell me you're the best informed around here."

"No. I just never lie...Even if I'm retired, I was at least once a Templar under Tire's crown. I can't make my team black."

After pondering for a while, Johnny stretched out his hand and scratched his chin, and replied seriously: "To be honest, handsome guy—the most well-informed guy in Frankfurt should be the clown. But he likes to lie, and it has nothing to do with interests. If you have any secrets For information, I suggest you go with a knife and a curse. Only his own life and death can compel him to tell the truth. No need to fear his revenge—that madman even thinks it's funny."

"I have heard about it. After all, Farnes is probably the only one who dares to play tricks on the cardinal. But what I want to inquire about is not so secret... I think you probably know a thing or two. If it is not necessary, I don't like it." Deal with madmen."

Roland's words made Johnny almost laugh out loud.

Afterwards, he nodded vigorously: "Yes, yes, I hate that guy too. But he is not a prank cardinal... Forget it, it's not important. Anyway, master, what do you want to ask?"

"Big thing." What gave Johnny a headache was that the man in front of him said a rather broad question, but fortunately he emphasized it later, "only big things related to the Church of Tyre."

Johnny pondered for a while, and then said seriously: "The only thing I know is the mad saint and the Pope's election."

"If you have time, Sir Knight, you might as well talk about it."

The young man in black robe who called himself Roland replied without expression: "I just arrived here, but it seems to be different from the holy city I remember..."

"Of course it's different. Hmph...they can't do anything well without His Majesty Jupiter IV."

Johnny muttered something, then cleared his throat, and said, "The mad saint first."

"I think you should at least hear about the fact that the priest of the God of Contract was detained for no reason. The mercenaries and the priests of La took advantage of the issue and quarreled fiercely. Now His Excellency the First Bishop has started to pay attention to this matter."

"However, some thieves thought that there was a big disturbance in the holy city and started to come in to make trouble. I just broke the wrist of a heretic who wanted to attack my customer the day before yesterday, and today someone is preparing to make trouble nearby... Back to the topic. If this kind of thing happened in previous years, His Majesty Jupiter IV would summon the saint to solve the problem easily and happily. Those cardinals thought so too...but they obviously failed. The lunatic sage who controlled him killed someone in the square, but they had to kill it themselves-it was a farce. Now it's all right, it's a big mess-in every sense."

Johnny's face was filled with disdain from the bottom of his heart.

After stabilizing his emotions a little, he continued.

"But there is good news - Master Xila is out of prison."

"Sira? Cardinal Sira?"

"Yes! That adult!"

Johnny beamed and said, "That lord is a truly upright man and a righteous man. There are not many such people even in the Knights today. I couldn't figure it out at the beginning, why His Majesty Jupiter IV He was imprisoned——I understand now that His Majesty probably realized that there was going to be a big mess in Frankfurt and wanted to protect him."

"and then?"

"Then? Then the College of Cardinals got together 12 people and began to re-elect the Pope. If you want me to say that this should have been done long ago, by the way, I think the Pope should be elected by Sir Sira in the end-his righteous world Everyone knows it. There is no one better suited to this position."

Roland pondered for a while, and then asked, "Do you know when the election ceremony was announced?"

"This morning."

Johnny replied with great certainty: "Many people say it's morning, but I know it's definitely early morning—the ceremony of the ring can only be opened in the early morning. Look, sir, wait until the early morning three days later, when the first round of voting ends , It must be Sir Sira who elected the new Pope. There is no other candidate—I bet I won’t even make it to the second round of voting, it must be a crushing vote gap.”

"Three days..."

Amidst Johnny's bragging, Roland lowered his head, frowned and muttered.

　...the anti-flag is really effective
　　Ask for a monthly pass...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)