[tutor] no man's port

See, I'm answering Audrey's... God I hate to admit it's an invitation - I'm in Balian.

"'If it is the Vengley family as an old family, there should be no need to worry' - I also had this kind of shameful and lucky thought in my heart at the time, and I relaxed my vigilance over time. I regret that I did not listen to Ao Dai I exposed myself to the eyes of the outside world through Hall's advice—I was discovered, and even had direct contact with Lancelot without knowing it.

"I didn't expect that even after so many years, they still persevered in their pursuit of me, and they even gave up their usual fear of the Mafia. I completed the mission that night, and I was stopped on the way back—"

Visconti let out a long breath, as if she had let go of the burden that had been oppressing her so hard to breathe.

"That's all I've told you, Your Excellency, Operation Captain."

The author has something to say: The long-lost update TUT Calvin is so uncomfortable.

The setting of the Vatican part is half textual research and half fiction, please don't go into details orz

Opened the pit of psychopass yesterday, Huantuo newspaper reported to […], cp police flower, girls who are interested can poke in and have a look, the heroine is very cute, believe me! 【Hello

☆、Destino.21 Pilgrim's Sin

The sinner refused to repent, and God sent an apostle to punish the betrayer.

Yes, that is the inescapable guilt--my sin.

Allah came to the world and bestowed immortal fame on the dead, and immortal love on the living. Only the sinful wicked lived in the shadow of filth, lingering on their last legs, burned by the holy light, and almost suffocated.The desperation that is oppressed to the point of breaking the soul, even if it is released in the raging crowd, no one will hear it at all.

The torrent is chaotic, and the experience and strength given by time are vulnerable.

When Visconti saw Lancelot appearing in the headquarters of Balian, he didn't know what expression to show.consternation?panic?Overwhelmed?No no no, those are too superficial.

Beyond that—an inexpressible resignation that seemed to give up all struggle.

"Lancelot... why are you here, the security system that Squalo is proud of is on a public holiday today!"

Never heard a sound, sneaked in extremely quickly and silently.Visconti stared at Lancelot's bleeding sword tip with ashen face, his heart beating so violently that he couldn't suppress it.

The knight's proud thin lips lifted, mocking calmly: "Vulnerable."

The blood supply to the brain is smooth, but even so, it seems that it is extremely difficult to think calmly, and it is not clear whether it is "Lancelot broke in so easily" or "In this situation, Lancelot wants to kill I am so easy" cognition is interfering with myself.

"Vulnerable...a blow," Visconti repeated meaninglessly, which in itself seemed unhelpful.Raise the palm to cover the shoulder, gently rubbing the heavy bandage through the cloth, then hang down a little bit, pass through the copper gauntlet, hold the hilt of the sword, and slowly drag the sharp edge out of the scabbard. "Lancelot, I've always wanted to ask you... I've been wanting to ask you since eight years ago, and I'm still confused.

"—What does my life mean to that lord?"

The straight knight's sword was level with the indifferent and dead gaze, pointing at the man with a solemn face.

"Why... are you so obsessed with the life of a bastard like me?"

"...Stupid." Lancelot's indifferent gaze carried the solemnity and inviolability unique to the clergy, and he spoke as if reading the oracle judgment to the dead on the gallows, "Because, you can't get the Lord Forgiveness, Visconti Rembrandt, you are not allowed to live."

"...Oh." Visconti smiled disgustedly, as if she was extremely tired of this argument, she held her forehead and shook her head, "It's true that I am still talking about this with you. fool."

The tip of the sword turned down slightly, and raised.

"Come on, then, I'm destined to go to hell, let me see your Lord's judgment—whether it's good enough to send me on the road to purgatory—"

——A person who is also a guilty person, but wears a golden and hypocritical skin.

The long sword evoked a cold arc of light in his hand, and his body moved spontaneously, rushing towards the man holding the sword.Visconti's consciousness was gradually peeled off, and he was in a state of emptiness, and confused noises rang out in his mind, one after another, with constant fluctuations.

I can't beat Lancelot at all.If you fight alone, you will definitely die without any suspense.

But he still provoked enthusiastically.Forget it, the most is to confess your life.

But, I don't want to die.There's no... reason why you can't live.On the contrary, I really want to live.In the way I choose, walk the path I approve.

Finally... no need to run away in embarrassment.It's not easy... I have a new consciousness.

The clanging and clanging of sharp weapons can be heard endlessly.Visconti's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of inexplicable loneliness.There was a moment of hesitation in the movement of the cross, and Lancelot's sword was already approaching the fragile throat.

Why, I have to accept the ending of dying at the hands of Lancelot.It's not fair, it wasn't fair in the first place.

In terms of guilt, Lancelot and I are clearly equal!

The tip of the blade suddenly stopped at a place less than one centimeter away from the gate of life.Visconti looked Lancelot straight in the eye, without emotion.Her tone was unreasonably sincere, and she was stubbornly confused, as if from the ancient times, a haunting, immortal evil spirit.

"I still don't understand, Lancelot, not at all."

"...Your question, save it until you die and think about it slowly, Visconti."

There was a sudden pluck of nerves.

Phew—the sound of piercing the air suddenly broke in.Ding!The strangely shaped knife opened Lancelot's sword half an inch from its original position.Visconti quickly fell back, rolled half a circle on the ground, opened the distance, picked up the sword and returned to the defensive posture.

"Bell?!"

"Hee hee hee hee~ You're dead in embarrassment, Visconti's idiot~"

Wearing a crown and full of pride, the royal boy laughed loudly, pulling and fiddled with the piano wires with his slender fingers, and strolled through the arch to the □□□, with strong coercion bursting out between the ups and downs of his casual steps.

"The prince is still wondering why the smell of blood came all the way in. It turns out that someone broke in and made trouble." Bell grinned, and his eyes shot Lancelot lazily under his thick bangs, faintly sharp.He spread out his ten fingers, and the clusters of daggers spread out like sharp fangs, ready to go.

"Just right, the combat captain was called away by the old man at the headquarters today, the prince is very boring now, let's play with the prince for a while, common people~"

"Prince Ripper... Belphegor." Lancelot said in a low voice as he turned his sword tip slightly.

Hearing the words, the descendants of the royal family grinned arrogantly, and the unique clear voice of a young man was full of arrogance buried deep in his blood, as well as cruelty and bloodthirsty of equal weight.The slender five fingers slowly spread out, and the thin thread that weaves around the fingers is shining with a sharp light, which rises and falls rhythmically with the light swing of the wrist.

"Hee hee hee..." Belphegor laughed softly, and the eyes hidden behind the thick blond hair instantly burst out with a terrifying pressure that did not belong to this age.

"Stupid people, who will allow you to call the prince by his first name?"

Comparable to the elegant gesture of a band conductor, the arm is raised slightly, and the torn notes are vividly on the paper.

No... Visconti opened his mouth in astonishment, but he couldn't say anything.She wanted to tell Bell that just this level of tricks would not be able to hurt Lancelot... Even though it was the first time Lancelot fought Bell, with his amazing insight and dynamic vision, he could still see through Bell at a glance It is impossible to work with the usual trick of the invisible piano wire!

However, far beyond Visconti's expectations, the heel of the white Martin boots hit the ground heavily, and Bell disappeared in a flash—except for the daggers that surrounded Lancelot. And Bell himself.

Lancelot took up the knight's sword calmly, and moved his footsteps a little. The blade of the sword drew a smooth curve from the front to the back. After a series of crisp metallic sounds, all the silver knives surrounding his body were swept to the ground.There was an imperceptible trace of contempt on his solemn face, but the moment his eyes fell, he was suddenly taken aback when he touched the rapidly expanding black shadow below him.

--above! !

Abandoning the long-range battle that was the best and most beneficial to him, the Prince Ripper had already jumped high, threw his body to the highest position, stretched his arms, and opened a huge number of daggers under the dazzling sunlight The sky is full of nets, and the hood is under the hood.

"It's useless, it will be the same no matter how many times you do it." Lancelot lowered his body slightly, and in a blink of an eye he adjusted his posture and was ready to deal with it.

The figure of the Ripper Prince was submerged in the reverse surge of light, and Bell's smile expanded to the limit in the outline of the whole body that was dark and bright.

"Based on your words - the prince sentenced you to death!"

When Lancelot started again, he obviously felt something was wrong—there were more numbers, more precise arrangements, more tricky angles, and faster speed.Even so - Lancelot's pupils constricted, and he swept the horizontal sword, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding!The dagger deviated from its original falling track, and the encirclement completely fell apart, tilted to one side—all rolled towards his sword.

"Hee hee." Bell clasped his hands together, tightened the steel wire, and strangled Lancelot's sword tightly. At the same time, with a hook of his index finger, a small knife quickly cut from Lancelot's back.

I missed a handful.Realizing this, Lancelot remained calm, but tilted his head, let the knife cut off a few strands of blond hair on his cheek—after being forced to look away, Bell entered a blind spot from the visible range— —Lancelot was shocked!

However, before he could react, the hard white martin boots of the royal boy, who had lowered his height in accordance with the law of free fall, had stepped on his face viciously—after twisting the sole viciously, he instantly hit his chest with a knee .The bridge of the nose made a bad sound, and Lancelot maintained a surprised expression, and was kicked out with an obvious big shoe print on his face. He didn't stop until his back hit the pillar and was cushioned.

Bell landed steadily, rubbed his shoes hard on the floor tiles, and then raised his chin high: "Without the prince's permission, the Visconti fool can't be bullied by ordinary people with disgusting expressions."

Visconti's face contorted instantly.

"Hoo...cough." Lancelot wiped away the blood spilling from the corner of his cracked mouth, stood up holding his saber, his expression became more sinister, and his eyes were cold—ka, his palm tightened, and he held the sword bullet stand up.Seeing this, Visconti immediately rushed towards Lancelot, exchanged glances with Bell for a brief moment, the two double-teamed, the knight sword and dagger were raised high.

Lancelot leaned forward, and the tip of the sword drew an arc on the ground, making a piercing long sound, and then - Visconti only felt that his eyes were dazzled by the reflection of the blade, and did not He could clearly see any of Lancelot's movements, his feet were stagnant, and he was half a beat behind, and then he felt severe pain in his abdomen after being hit hard.It was an extremely fast and sharp blow with the hilt, but very steady, with Lancelot's distinctive personal style.As Visconti staggered back, she heard the jersey being cut and Bell grunting, and she knew Bell had failed too.

Lancelot was rarely careless. Like him, even Visconti and Bell could not defeat him. Regarding this, he was as sure as he was about to die today.

Even so——you must not bow your head.Balian's quality does not allow to bow his head.

Visconti gritted his teeth, stood up while clutching his twitching lower abdomen, and walked forward step by step.The wound on the shoulder opened at some point, blood gushed out, soaked the clothes, and the bones all over the body were screaming, dragging the dilapidated body forward with difficulty, never showing the willingness to stop for a while.Visconti walked towards Lancelot like this, and this scene reminded her of herself eight years ago.

She remembered that she was full of resentment and grief when she uttered hoarse curses to Lancelot.

"Lancelot, I do not forgive. Never."

No one can forgive, no one is eligible to be forgiven, together with myself who has been incompetent for ten years.The Lord forgives no one at all, and it has always been fate itself, ruthless, that has judged.People's vain struggles and resistance are but cries in chains in a cage - they will never be heard.

If this is fate, if loyalty to the Lord is submission to such a fate—why not abandon obscurantism and become a blasphemous heretic, the fatalistic humanist is the most shameful bastard in the world.

The knight's declaration is no longer her belief, and the Vatican is no longer her holy city.

"Lancelot..." She laughed fearlessly, her heart filled with self-confidence and arrogance without any reason, and she was not ashamed of her brashness at all, "...you can climb the ladder here today to meet God ...Don't worry, I'll escort you there."

You can die here today.Otherwise, how my shattered mind can be relieved to rest, how my battered soul can be relieved to sleep forever.You must die.By all means - to hell with me, Lancelot! !

The dark red eyes burst out with blood-like luster, Visconti's eyes shrunk to a point, her sanity was completely swallowed by unknown substances, and her posture of holding a sword was like a beast baring its fangs.

— unknown.Such a word popped into Lancelot's mind.

He remembered.That’s right—there is a reason why Visconti was selected for the reserve of the Cavalry Guards. There may not be one chance in ten thousand people. This is a girl with ominous eyes, Cardinal It used to be called "The Eye of the Watcher".Once activated, it will destroy the enemy and the main body with an unknown power.However, the power residing in Visconti's body seems to have never been awakened, and it did not show any special features, so it was gradually forgotten. As Visconti grew up, the attention of the reserve instructors was increasingly drawn to her. Attracted by his rare talent in swordsmanship, as time passed, no one remembered that unknown term anymore.

Without any evidence or reason, Lancelot was sure that he had seen the "watcher's eye". The abnormal eyes and the reckless appearance of losing the restraint were in line with the point of "destroyed together with the main body".

Visconti's body seemed to be undergoing some kind of change—expanding the various functions of the whole body to the limit, waiting for an explosion.Facing Visconti like this, Lancelot felt a deep sense of crisis. Maybe he should have more reasonable and correct considerations, but in the current situation, he has no choice——

Only fight.

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☆、Destino.22 Song of the Martyrs

All the way into Balian Square, facing the messy scene, the black-haired capable woman sighed a long time, and then pushed her glasses expressionlessly.

"Master Squalo, I have been in such a mess since I left, how do you explain to me?"

Squalo got angry from his nose, and said with a vicious look in his eyes: "Hmph, stop talking about the scum, if it wasn't for me and the old man who borrowed someone, you wouldn't even plan to come back."

"You're not wrong." Odell spread her hands indifferently, and dismissed the words, as if the words were just said casually on a whim, without any more specific purpose-but according to Squalo's words to himself From the understanding of her subordinates, Odell is definitely not that kind of person. She will never do unnecessary things or say unnecessary things. She will definitely not do things that are not directly proportional to the results and efforts. Every step is carefully planned and there is no excess that can be compressed. ——This kind of words that sound unclear but can't find out the deep meaning is not in line with Audrey's style at all.

Odell, who was taken away by the outside department after the War of the Ring, was entrusted by Squalo to temporarily return to Balian to solve the problems of Visconti and the Vatican. She seems to have changed in some way. , and Squalo could not tell what the difference was.

Odell, who was walking behind Squalo, lowered her eyes, her expression unclear.

"In fact, I wish I could ask Lord Squalo for permission."

"what?"

"—Wait a while, and you can get permission from Lord Mamun to assist you at any time without paying."

Squalo glanced at Mammon. "Mmm." The little baby wrapped in the indigo cloak reluctantly responded.

"Thank you very much." Odell bowed.

Visconti's accident had long been expected by her, but Odell did not expect that Visconti's accident would happen so soon. The people in the Vatican were really impatient—their greed and urgency also exceeded Odell's. Dale's estimate.

Greedy but ignorant, persistent but impatient-this is why the Vatican and Balian can't get things done.

Odell sneered contemptuously in her heart, and then felt a headache because of the conflict between these two unworthy groups because of Visconti.The moment she stepped into the apartment, her head hurt even more.

"Lord Mamon." She took a step back, gave up her seat, and hurriedly said, "The other party is the leader of the cavalry regiment but doesn't know illusions, so it's very easy to incapacitate him. Please just control the situation That's it - it's Visconti who needs 'special attention'."

"Huh... I hate doing white jobs." The baby's cloak automatically moved without wind, and the space around him began to twist into an indigo vortex, and then expanded instantly.

The flat ground instantly cracked, the gravity of the earth broke away from the law of space, and gravel flew across.

Odell and Squalo still stood firmly in place, unaffected by anything.Visconti's consciousness broke away from the gravitational force and flew out of the controllable range long before her body. The blood all over her body began to flow backwards, her body lost balance, and she bumped and turned backwards in the distorted space. After the point, it fell rapidly and fell heavily to the ground.

"Puff——" There was a slight sound from somewhere in the ribs, and blood spewed out from the throat.

Squalo raised his arm behind her, and lightly tapped the junction of the prosthetic limb and the sharp sword on the top of Visconti's head, cursing, "Calm down, you idiot who won't let me worry."

The clear vibration at the top of her hair seemed to spread all over her body at once. Visconti's consciousness landed steadily, and her pupils gradually returned to normal size. She confronted Squalo, who was holding her collar in cold sweat, See.The bad face of her boss made her realize that something was wrong.She didn't understand what happened just now, but a thought jumped into her mind instantly - she caused trouble. "Squalo, I..."

"Shut up, scum." The pair of sharp light-colored eyes gouged her fiercely, "My Balian will not be bullied."

Visconti flinched and nodded subconsciously.

Squalo turned his head to look at Lancelot, and threw Visconti behind him: "We don't plan to hand this guy over to you for now, get out of here quickly, or I'll chop you up and feed the fish."

Lancelot stood up holding the knight's sword, panting to an extremely low level, and declared to the negotiating party firmly and seriously in a calm tone, which could not be refuted: "Vongola doesn't have much time to think, my The mission is to bring Visconti Rembrandt back to the Vatican today."

However, Balian does not lack negotiating experts, let alone negotiators who are simply overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum.

Audrey pushed her glasses and stepped forward, straightened her waist, and said loudly: "I think your Excellency has misunderstood, it's not 'Pengle is considering', but 'Balian will consider'——as We of the independent action agency have the right not to obey Vongola under special circumstances, and what Vongola means is not necessarily what Balian means, or even, "

She emphasized her tone, and said meaningfully: "There is also the possibility that Balian and Pengo Lie will run counter to each other."

Lancelot frowned.Odell continued to speak steadily.

"Your Excellency Lancelot, Vengley's subordinates are performing their own duties. No matter what kind of negotiations Vengley has conducted with the Vatican, what agreement has been reached, and what conditions have been agreed, he wants to move the direct combat team beyond Balian. personnel, Balian will never agree."

Squalo snorted lightly—Odile was playing word games.The expression she used was "Vongola" from the beginning to the end, not "Pongola Nine Generations". Balian, who only obeyed the orders of Nine Generations, of course would not let "Pengola" represent them. Dale's statement is impeccable even in the face of the most demanding accountability from outside consultants.

Odell changed her tone again, and glanced at Mamon lightly.

"You have to understand that even if you are the first knight of the Vatican Cardinal's Cavalry, it is impossible to come and go freely in Balian as if you are in no one's land. Or do you want the strongest spell in Balian The magician will give you a rich and warm reception. You must know that the Vatican and the Mafia are not just the difference between a knight's sword and a machine gun. Is the Vatican really going to war with the supreme authority of Sicily for a small person whose name has been buried for many years? Be sure to think it through.

"After all—it is not only the peace that has been maintained so far that will be destroyed."

With a light cough, she ended the negotiation where the initiative never changed hands from beginning to end.

"Come back, Balian won't hand over the Visconti Rembrandt - besides, 'Eye of the Watcher'..."

When Odell uttered this entry softly, Lancelot's eyes showed a bit of fierceness, but Odell was unmoved.

"You can't see the future."

she said blankly.

There is no future at all.she thought coldly.This fate was doomed from birth.The long-awaited must be burned to ashes, and all the watchmen will be sacrificed and buried in the dust of fate as the deepest memorial to their dignity and dedication.

Visconti Rembrandt is the watchman. The faith she watches is hypocritical, and all she can see is nothingness. The port she holds on to will never be able to wait for the ships to berth, and there is no one there.There will be no accidents in her ending, and the tragedy will haunt her again and again, endlessly.

Obviously as long as you give up.Just give up all the possibilities of that power, and give up that pointless watch.

Give it up, Vitti.

Audrey felt grateful.She once taught Visconti to give up hatred, and learning to give up is not as difficult as imagined.She looked at Squalo and Visconti in silence, lost in thought.

To put it simply, the power known as the "Watcher's Eye" is an illusion that is applied to oneself to improve the body's functions beyond the limit in a short period of time, thereby gaining strong combat power.The origin is unknown, perhaps, like most conjurers, it is a 'talent' that cannot be explained by common sense

It is obviously foreseeable that when the body function violates common sense and breaks through the limit, death is a matter of course. The power of the "Watcher's Eye" is astonishing, almost berserk, and difficult to control. There are very few people with such talent. There are records that all the capable people died suddenly after awakening their abilities for the first time. Without exception, it can be said that they were suicidal ability.Interestingly, for centuries, no matter where the 'Eye of the Watcher' appeared, after many twists and turns, it was taken under the command of the Holy See. Perhaps, the Holy See has people who can recognize the 'Eye of the Watcher' who has not awakened, presumably It is also an shady reason why the Holy See has been able to maintain its religious status-the power of the watchman is like the most generous sacrifice offered to the gods, similar to the saying that "obtaining the eye of the watcher can obtain the blessing of God", and It does appear in the teachings of some branches of the Church.

According to the relevant records of the Holy See, those who can be endowed with the "Eye of the Watcher" must have a strong vision in their hearts, so strong that they must destroy themselves to realize it——

Visconti Rembrandt, what is your vision?What is your obsession?What are you desperately obsessing over?

Odell's glasses reflected white light, she walked towards Squalo step by step, stood in front of him and bowed, then dragged Visconti's collar in Squalo's hand involuntarily, dragging her to walk Walk away solidly.

"Cough, cough, cough... wait! Odell?!"

"Shut up, Vitti." Ignoring Visconti's protests and struggles, Odell's face hidden in the shadows became increasingly ugly.

Give up the strong belief that runs in your blood, give up the persistent watch that is engraved in the bone marrow, and then, Visconti Rembrandt, you can survive.

do you understand?If you don't do this, you will die.

Odell dragged Visconti back to her room, and threw Visconti out with her hands.Visconti fell to the ground, grinning his teeth and gasping for air. He straightened his upper body and was about to open his mouth when he realized that his forehead was facing the black muzzle of a gun.

"Ao Dai..."

"Visconti Rembrandt, answer me."

The pupils shrank suddenly, and Odell's indifferent and angry face was reflected in her pupils distorted, making it hard to see clearly, but her loud words were as clear as if she pressed her eardrums hard.

The sound of the bolt popping off was exceptionally crisp, and Odell's gaze became extremely sharp.

"Do you really understand the weight of the word 'alive'?"

"what……"

"How difficult is it to let go of unnecessary hatred? Is it really so important to carry out the belief of nothingness? Visconti Rembrandt, you have the most precious 'life' that you have received from God. Do you have the respect of a god? The awareness that believers should have?"

Audrey's eyes showed a trace of unbearable.

"Lancelot's betrayal...in the 'Twilight Incident', he slaughtered the entire knight order - really made you so sad? So much so that you turned sorrow into hatred as the deepest foundation of your life ?”

Odell, who lost her relatives and friends a long time ago, and lost all possibility of being connected with others, has always lived for herself, and all her considerations and actions are based on herself, leaving the black hand alive The party's desire to return to Catania is what drives her to this day.Therefore, Odell couldn't understand Visconti, felt grief for the death of others, and risked her life for meaningless beliefs.I would rather give up all the possibilities of being a living person, and sing the hymn of the martyr who cried blood and died for the collapsed belief-Visconti's feelings, the existence named "Odile" can never understand .

But—even if you can't feel it, it doesn't matter.Because, "to live" is the correct premise at all times.Death is the disappearance of itself, after which everything will be meaningless.So whether there is grief or hatred, there is meaning in being alive - Visconti Rembrandt must understand this.

She has to live.

"You can't kill Lancelot, you can't wash away the pain and shame you have endured in the accident, you are clearly aware of this, but you are still obsessed with it, even at the cost of destroying yourself——

"I still say Vitti, either let go of your hatred, or die with your hatred."

Odell put down the gun, staring at Visconti's blood red eyes and couldn't take her eyes off.The deep blood color is beautiful and strange, even though the eyes are clear, the pupils seem to be bottomless, as if a black vortex is swirling and drowning in it.Facing the silent Visconti, she sighed deeply.

"The eyes of the watcher cannot see the future."

"I... know?" Visconti said softly after a long time.

"……What did you say?"

"I know that once the 'Eye of the Watcher' is awakened, there is basically no possibility of surviving." At this moment, Visconti was unexpectedly calm, not at all like the usual blustering idiot, "Passed the reserve I learned about it after I entered the knight order after being diverted into the training——it was the Pope who told me."

Visconti blinked, and slightly curly bangs brushed the brows lightly: "Audrey is wrong about one thing - the hatred for Lancelot is not the source of the awakening of the 'Eye of the Watcher'. God gave me the 'Eye of the Watcher' because I was destined to have an unshakable faith. Killing Lancelot is my heart's desire. This is something I have to do, and I want to do it no matter what. The thing about it—His Holiness the Pope said, I can only die as a martyr for the faith I keep watch over. And the faith I once had died long ago—I have been reborn, and I have chosen a new faith for myself.

"I will be true to what I choose, and I will fight to the end with whatever I choose.

"I will—never turn my back on myself."

Visconti smiled slightly.Even though it was a beautiful smile, it severely hurt Odell's eyes.Her keen intuition told her that that beautiful smile possessed the brilliance and color of tragedy.

Odell seemed to see that the watchman was waiting in the empty harbor, and he would never see the dawn of wish fulfillment until he died.The gloomy gray of the sky smears her tragic back, embedded in the picture frame, as if locked by fate and unable to escape.

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☆、Destino.23 Holy City Good Friday? On

It was a day that Spelbisqualo would never forget—a shame that a proud and powerful swordsman had never touched.

Vengley did not keep Visconti Rembrandt.Balian did not keep the Visconti Rembrandt.

And Spelbisqualo failed to keep Visconti Rembrandt.

Perhaps the transfer or even death of a subordinate of a combat team is insignificant to a swordsman who has been on the battlefield for many years and is strong enough, but as a boss, he can't even keep his subordinates, and he can't help but watch her being taken away Do, indeed, unbearable things.

It is also the barbarism in which the power of the primitive society is the most pure and refreshing. The society has developed to this day, and the survival of the fittest has not changed at all, but there is bureaucracy, which is an annoyingly cumbersome accessory.

No matter how proud a person is, there are times when he has to bow his head.The moment the scroll with the Kudaime flame unfolded in front of his eyes was the moment when Squalo had to lower his proud head.

Lancelot led several members of the Cardinal's Cavalry into the Balian headquarters castle, and two Cerberos led them and opened the gate.At that time, Bell, who had a bandage on his abdomen and was throwing throwing knives in the hall, missed the target the moment he saw this group of people.

The veins popped under the thick golden forehead hair, the soles of the shoes reflexively rolled over the ground, and a sharp blade suddenly popped out from the gap between the five fingers: "Hehehehe...Send it to your door for a beating, common people~ The prince will take your piece of paper. The disgusting face was cut into pieces, hehehehehe..."

However, the two Cerberos took a step forward and unfurled the scroll. The orange flame at the top made the corner of Bell's mouth twitch.

"According to the order of the ninth generation of Pengele, the independent assassination force Balian, which is directly under the ninth generation of Pengele, immediately handed over the subordinate Visconti Rembrandt to the Vatican Cardinal Cavalry. Any decision of the Vatican related to this Balian must not intervene in dealing with it."

Squalo walked down the stairs from the second floor with a sullen face, followed by Odell with the same ugly face.He gave Cerbero a vicious look, and his sharp eyes fixed on Lancelot.He tried to keep his voice down.