quicksilver blood

Chapter 479 The So-Called Loyalty

Hearing Guderian's words, Roland raised his eyebrows.

threaten?showdown?surrender?

Or, is this just a stopgap measure?
"Cardinal Guderian, do you really know what you are talking about?"

Roland did not panic at all and said in a deep voice: "If it were placed 200 years ago, even a cardinal who said such words would have been punished with a fine."

"If this really happened... then as you wish."

Guderian lowered his head, and whispered respectfully with a humility that was almost flattering: "Whether it is silver injection or crucifixion, I am ready...My Majesty Roland."

"Huh?"

There was a pleasant and strange smile on the corner of Roland's mouth.

He chuckled, opened his eyes, squinted slightly at Guderian's expression, and said in a low voice: "So...your will is really firm."

"No way, my lord, I'm just an ordinary person. I'm not a voter, let alone the Pope, and I'm not the Son of God. Being able to climb to the top bishop is already far beyond my own ability."

Guderian's lips moved slightly, and he said softly: "I have thought of this day for a long time."

"Today? Sorry, I don't seem to understand."

Roland said slowly, with a playful look in his eyes.

Finally, Guderian sighed deeply: "My lord...you don't need to play tricks on me, an ordinary person. Whether you are a demon god from outside the territory, a devil, or a devil, it doesn't matter if you are a demon like me. Small roles have nothing to do, don’t we—we just want to eat. Our belief is just to live better. Now that Tyre’s crown has fallen, our group of believers are like bereaved dogs with no one to hide. The fall of the holy city is just Sooner or later."

"Let me just say it straight, Your Majesty Roland. No matter who you are, no matter what you want us to do, as long as you can give us a way to survive..."

"—You're thinking too much, Guderian. It's not so bad."

Roland's voice came up behind him, interrupting him.Roland put his hand on Guderian's shoulder and whispered in his ear: "If I were the devil, do you think you can still kneel here and talk to me now?"

It was a silent threat.

Suddenly, thin beads of cold sweat oozed from Guderian's temples.

As if being pierced through the back by the cold winter wind, even if he didn't turn around to confirm with his eyes, he could still feel how obvious Roland's malice was at the moment.

"Don't be nervous, Cardinal Guderian. I told you, things are not as bad as you think."

"Stop teasing me, Your Majesty."

Guderian's forehead was dripping with sweat, and his voice was full of tremors: "I attended the Parliament of the Gods last week... so I roughly know what kind of existence you are."

"If I remember correctly... the time when the plague that even the gods themselves could not cure was transmitted to Bansa was almost the same time as the time when you came to Bansa."

"Then, I went out to investigate in the past two days." As he said this, Guderian smiled bitterly. "Your identity... is not, as the rumors say, a pastor in the south of Bantha. Not long ago, you It should still be in the White Tower...and not long after you arrived at the White Tower, the White Tower collapsed, and it was at that time that Tyr lost contact."

"I heard some gossip that you have some relationship with Orlando, who overthrew the city of wealth. Therefore, I personally guess that the huge treasure hidden in Orlando that is rumored to be worth a third of the White Tower is about you. Know whereabouts..."

Guderian said without hesitation.

Because when he uttered the first sentence, he knew that Roland already had a reason to kill himself.If Roland cannot be satisfied with his next answer, he will definitely not be able to avoid the end of death.

Guderian raised his head and said to Roland sincerely: "I have told you everything. All I want is to live. It would be even better if I could bring the congregation to live together... Whatever your purpose, I think the Church of Tyre can always help."

"Believers worship Tire just to get a better life. At least for most people, they have no clear intention of whom to believe or obey."

Guderian said humbly: "We have no intention of questioning your authority—but I think that if you can fulfill the wishes of the believers, no matter whether you want to believe in the devil or something, they will accept it more readily."

Hearing his words, Roland couldn't help showing a bit of surprise.

Then he laughed.

"Well said, Guderian. You really did not disappoint me."

Roland released his hand from Guderian's shoulder, and immediately, the boiling grace in Guderian's body subsided.

Guderian couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He watched Roland slowly walk forward step by step from behind him, gently stroking the back of Tire's icon, his eyes moved slightly, and then he calmed down.

If a sneak attack was made at this time, Roland might be able to be killed - but that would be when only Roland and Guderian were present.

Guderian has not forgotten that there is a heroic knight staring at him closely behind him.

"Guderian, I didn't misunderstand you. You are a very good and talented person. Compared with you, Kasaka is just a clown."

"You are overrated."

"No, nothing I said was a lie."

"Then you should also know what Jupiter IV is capable of."

"Yes."

"very good."

Roland said so, turning his head and looking down at Guderian who was kneeling on the ground: "Then, there is no need for me to say more. I will give you a chance, a chance to prove your loyalty...you know, I want such a The Church is of no use."

"You mean—?"

Guderian's heart moved slightly.

Roland chuckled and said: "You have to know, Guderian - one person cannot serve as the supreme bishop and the pope at the same time."

At this point, no explanation is needed.

Guderian's whole body trembled with excitement.

In this way, he knelt on the ground and climbed up to Roland, and reverently kissed the power ring on Roland's outstretched left hand.

"I will dedicate all my loyalty to you... May you be as great as Tyre."

"Then, next, Guderian..."

Roland's voice was deep and charming: "You and I are standing together. Don't be nervous, say everything you want to say. Because I am with you, my sword and my staff will protect you until forever."

Under the comfort of Roland's voice, Guderian calmed down strangely.

No, it wasn't just that he calmed down—his sight gradually widened, his heartbeat and breathing began to slow down, and his muscles relaxed unconsciously.

The sound of the heartbeat became louder and louder in his ears, his throat became dry, and hallucinations began to appear in front of his eyes.Something seemed to be buzzing in his head, making the sound of metal clashing.

And at the same time, a sense of sweetness, happiness, and a sense of peace that cannot be described in words rushed into his mind.

Guderian's saliva flowed uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth, his limbs twitched, and the intense pleasure made him almost lose consciousness.

"...This is, Fairy's Kiss? When..."

"It seems that you are indeed related to the knight in the City of Fortune. The person who can recognize the Fairy Kiss in the first place is not an ordinary person."

Roland wiped his power ring, and said gently: "Then, I will accept your loyalty."

(End of this chapter)