[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

After a tiring day, a hot bath, a dinner that can fill his stomach and a soft and warm bed are undoubtedly the things Gringoire needs most.It may be difficult to take a bath, the dinner has already entered his stomach, and now there is only a bed for him to sleep in.

However, Anya did not intend to let him go so early.All the information she can know now is too little. Although the huge information network formed by beggars is close by, the beggars and thieves in the Palace of Miracles are so familiar with Esmeralda. trap.Gringoire was a local, so familiar with the archdeacon, and knew nothing about Esmeralda himself.His life was even saved by Anya's help. Even if he found something wrong, he would still keep his mouth tightly shut.

"That's right...he's the one who tried to kidnap you before." Gringoire was in a dilemma, but he still managed to speak out, "He probably thought you were a heretic and wanted to take you to Notre Dame Cathedral Judge."

Anya snorted lightly, and looked at Gringoire with a half-smile.Gringoire blushed, and simply said frankly: "Okay, let me tell the truth—who knows what the archdeacon kidnapped you for? But it was definitely not for some evil alchemy experiment. Since he Dare to adopt the terrible Quasimodo, and he is so kind to his younger brother, how can he be a person with corrupt morals? Of course, this is just my family's opinion. I don't think it is necessary for him to take the risk of kidnapping you. It may really be What difficulties did you encounter?"

"Is he a very admirable person in your hearts?" Anya keenly discovered a key point and asked.

"That's not true. His Excellency, the archdeacon, adopted the terrible bell ringer Quasimodo because he devoted himself to the study of alchemy. Most people have a very gloomy and weird impression of him, and he even got the nickname of a wizard."

Most people's impression?But Gringoire himself did not think so of Frollo.duplicity?But think about it, Frollo has kindness to Gringoire after all, and what he said from Gringoire must be discounted before listening.However, Gringoire is obviously fascinated by "Esmeralda" now, and Frollo is the one who wants to take her away secretly. Gringoire will say in front of his beloved woman that he just hurt her. A kind word for her rival?Unless the image of that person is already deeply ingrained in his heart.

Duplicity... and acquiescence to what Anya said about maintaining the plot.If the core had been changed, at least the shell of the archdeacon had already been occupied before he knew Gringoire.But judging from Gringoire's tone, it must have been several years, right?Why is that person so familiar with the plot of "Notre Dame de Paris", and his body seems to have turned into a corpse... Is he on the side of the system, or on the side of Anya?Looks like he has a way of identifying boarders of his own...

All kinds of thoughts swirled through her mind, and Anya asked thoughtfully, "Really? Then do you know the patrol captain who saved us?"

"I don't know." The poet said sincerely.

Anya smiled at him, and Gringoire's eyes straightened immediately.When the poet came back to his senses, the girl who had been asking him for so long about the archdeacon had already entered the inner room with her lamb and locked the door firmly.On the one hand, he was regretful, and on the other hand, he was delighted that she had left a bed for him; unfortunately, he had no chance to share the bed with the beauty.But what was the Egyptian girl doing asking about the archdeacon?This was not the behavior expected of a girl who had just been nearly robbed.The so-called hero saving the beauty, shouldn't she pay more attention to the captain?Doubts flitted through the poet's mind.He fell down on the small bed that was only covered with a mattress and felt very uncomfortable, and fell asleep soundly.

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Maybe it was because of the meeting with the archdeacon yesterday, Anya's sleep was not restful, and she woke up from a light sleep very early.She pushed open the window and took a breath of fresh air. Seeing that the sun had risen, she didn't plan to go back to sleep and changed into performance clothes.

Esmeralda works alone and relies on the sky for her food.She has her own occasions for regular performances, which has attracted many audiences to join her.But if the weather is not beautiful, the girl will have nothing to do.Since Anya took over this body, she has been sleeping late every day, but this is the first time she got up early today.After thinking about it in her heart, Anya decided to continue Esmeralda's past habits and go to the River Beach Plaza to perform.

Gringoire was still asleep in bed, and seemed restless.However, considering that the small bed was actually converted from a box with a carved lid, it is understandable.She opened the cupboard and took out the last bit of bread. While eating, she led the little lamb to the place where she performed yesterday.

No matter how civilized a country is, it always behaves unscrupulously during festivals. It seems that all civilized behaviors will be left behind, and even if they are remembered occasionally, they will be forgotten later.But the more garbage, the more it seems to indicate the degree of carnival.Everything in the beach square at the moment shows this--there are all kinds of garbage, broken decorations and food residues everywhere, and many citizens are still wandering on it, kicking the embers of the fireworks with their feet, as if they are still alive. Reminiscing about the gorgeous curtains and the faces of those big people you saw last night.The square was full of rubbish, and there was almost no place for people to stay. An Ya chose the Mill Bridge next to her, beat the tambourine, and summoned the lamb beauty to perform.

A few hours later, after Jiali performed her practice program over and over again, someone yelled: "The execution is about to begin!" The audience suddenly dispersed, as if they were rushing to see some good show.

Execution?Anya vaguely recalled something, called Jiali to her side, and began to pack her things.

At this moment, a dark shadow blocked the sunlight above her head.Anya unhurriedly packed up the package and hung it on the lamb's horns before standing up: "Good morning, Your Excellency the archdeacon."

"You don't seem to be surprised at all, and you don't seem to panic at all." The vice-bishop's gloomy voice sounded, his eyes seemed to want to eat Anya alive.

"Someone once told me that smart people just like to overcomplicate things." Anya said slowly, "I may not be that smart, but fortunately I am willing to use my brain."

Except for a few pedestrians passing by in a hurry, the Mill Bridge began to become empty, so there was no need to worry about anyone hearing their words.But wouldn't it be suspicious to see a man in priestly attire standing and talking with a gypsy girl?But just like the situation in the empty alley that day, no one paid attention to this strange situation, as if this space was isolated by some force.

The archdeacon gave an inexplicable "ha" and said, "So, what did you guess?"

"It doesn't matter what you guessed." Anya's expression was calm, as if she didn't care about the vicar's gaze and momentum.However, her palms were drenched with sweat, and her back began to feel chilly. "Most importantly, it is enough to know that you are not my enemy."

"Why do you think that I won't be your enemy?" Archdeacon Frollo stepped forward, with greedy and fierce eyes.Compared with the lustful one when we first met last night, his eyes at this moment seem to have something more complicated, but also more frightening.

"If you were my enemy, you wouldn't come to see me again; you had enough strength to make me unable to resist, but you still didn't make a move, and instead let me go. If you were my enemy, you don't have to fight me too much What are you talking about, wouldn't it be better to directly achieve your goal? But you just let me go with you, and didn't force me to oppress me. This shows that even if you don't have good intentions for me, at least for a certain period of time Here, you will not pose any threat to me." Anya spoke in a steady tone, breathing slowly to regulate her heartbeat.She didn't want this person to see her weakness, even if she was indeed very weak in front of him.

"You can't fail to understand what I want." The archdeacon said, looking at Anya brazenly.

"I can't trade with this body because I don't have the power." Anya flatly refused, "What you love is Esmeralda's beauty, and there are countless women in the world who are more enchanting and tempting than her." , why do you have to stick to her?"

The lust in the archdeacon's eyes didn't disappear with Anya's words, but became more intense: "It seems that your clever head didn't tell you that 'Esmeralda' vs 'Don Claude Fro What does that mean to Archdeacon Lowe?"

"Do I need to know? As you said, I'm not Esmeralda." Anya couldn't help but twitch her brows, and said tit for tat.

The Archdeacon murmured, as if to himself, "Okay, good. That's what I need. So what else do you know?"

"In my memory, I am the only one who has the same ability to travel freely in the time and space of 'masterpieces' and judge the 'cause' that has not happened with the 'effect' that has been caused." Anya I sorted out my thoughts and calmed down slowly, "But you are neither my enemy nor an ally of the 'system' that is forcibly lodged in my soul, then there can only be one conclusion, you make this The actions of the series are to help me. I don’t know what kind of existence you are and when you came into this world, but you have powerful power enough to help me, but you need me to reach a certain level with you. A common purpose—so I'm not afraid of you, just curious about what it is that a man like you needs my help for."

The archdeacon stared at Anya for a long time with strange eyes, and then said in a vague way: "You grow faster than I expected."

"Thanks to you." Anya said casually, but received even more strange gazes from the archdeacon.When she was seen with horror, the archdeacon turned his gaze and said, "Don Claude Frollo, I hope you can call me Claude."

Anya stretched Esmeralda's two beautiful eyebrows, smiled and bent her knees: "You can also call me Anya."