[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Once or twice can be said to be a coincidence, but it is definitely not a coincidence to meet again and again... After judging that the other party is likely to be related to "my" life experience, Ace has no intention of giving up this useful clue .

Although he has never seen the other party's appearance, it is not difficult to know the other party's true identity.Notre Dame Cathedral is the only place where you can see both the River Beach Square and the alley next to Gongde Laurel Mansion, and neither the bell tower of Notre Dame Cathedral nor the city wall that sanitizes Paris is accessible to ordinary people.

The Notre Dame, the priest Bashir said had abandoned him, the cold eyes that seemed to wish he had never appeared in this world... put everything together, and the identity of that person was clearly revealed.

Ace's eyes flickered, and he lowered his gaze.He didn't look back, because that person obviously wouldn't be caught by him.However, under the staring gaze of that cold gaze, he faintly began to get excited, regardless of the fact that he was sitting in a tavern full of people, he unscrupulously stretched his hand into Phoebe's cloak, and embraced the young man Thin waist: "Do you know a good place?"

There were two layers of thick cloth between the arm and the skin, but Phoebus seemed to feel the heat of magma, and his heartbeat suddenly became unbalanced.I don't know if it's because of alcohol or other reasons, starting from under the shadow covered by the clothes, Phoebus's skin quickly turned red: "I..."

Ace licked his lower lip, his eyes were deep, and he said seductively: "Is there a problem?"

As if a flame was ignited in his body following the gaze, Phoebus stiffened his neck impatiently, turned his head halfway in shame, racked his brains to find an excuse—no matter what kind of intuition it was, he I always feel a little uneasy: "You know, I have a fiancée... I promised them that I would visit every three days."

Ace raised his eyebrows: "Fiancee? I thought it was your sister."

"I do see her as my younger sister, definitely only as my younger sister." Phoebus felt guilty for no reason, and stammered, explaining: "Mrs. de Gongde Laurel and my mother are sisters, and her The daughter is my sister, of course... but we have been engaged since we were young, and they had an appointment before my mother died, next year."

"No wonder..." Ace raised the corners of his lips, picked up a strand of blond hair on his temples with his fingers, and whispered softly in his ear, "You all have such beautiful blond hair."

That familiar attitude made Phoebus even more timid.As a veteran in the field of love, he certainly knows what this kind of behavior means... He boldly said: "There is no relationship between me and her... Although Mrs. de Gongde Laurel always wants us to cultivate something. Let me go, beauty, between us..."

... beauty! ?

Ace's arms tightened suddenly, and the smile on his lips disappeared: "What did you call me?"

Phoebus looked at him inexplicably, and then snorted in pain.Because of the pain from his waist, his sanity finally became clearer. When he realized the current posture of himself and Ace and the environment they were in now, that handsome face suddenly turned pale with fright, while desperately Breaking Ace's hand, he begged in a low voice: "I beg you, beauty...you should let me go now and let me go to my fiancée's house. If someone sees—"

His voice stopped abruptly.Ace's eyes tightly captured him, those emerald eyes are now like the surface of a stormy sea, so calm that it makes people panic: "What did you call me?"

No matter how dull he was, Phoebe realized that something was wrong.He raised his hand stiffly, and replied tremblingly, "Beautiful...beauty?"

Ace stared at him for a while, and after making sure that he wasn't lying about his visit, he sneered and squeezed his waist: "Go away, I don't want to see you now."

How dare you call him a beauty!

What the former Water Glory hated the most was that someone used this kind of words to describe him!Do those people have problems with their eyes? ! ?He is obviously masculine and handsome!The beauty of the wrath of man and god!Where does she look a bit like a woman! ! ?

Ace's eyesight is notoriously high, if it wasn't for Phoebe's rare appetite for him, he would never let it go like this.Anyway, there is still a long time to come, and he has enough time to teach Phoebus what to call himself.

Ace obviously forgot to consider the difference between this world and the continent of Maris, so he didn't expect that Phoebe's inner struggle would be more serious than he imagined.After being pushed away by him, the captain's face turned red and then white, and he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and almost pulled it out and gave Ace a sword tremblingly.

Ace thought he was polite enough, but Phoebus felt that he had been humiliated.In his opinion, he is a nobleman with a noble family background, and Ace is just a lowly gypsy despite his outstanding bearing.In the relationship between the two, he was willing to accommodate Ace's strength enough to make concessions, but Ace trampled his noble dignity to his feet and let him go!

But his hand on the hilt was still unable to pull out the sword, because Ace, who was sitting by the side, saw that he hadn't moved, turned his head slightly, and raised the corners of his lips: "Aren't you going?"

Those thin lips moistened by wine are simply maddening... But looking at it from such an angle, why did he feel that Ace's outline was somewhat familiar?

A thought vaguely appeared in Phoebe's mind, but he was already staggering towards the door.That thought quickly disappeared without a trace. The captain rode his horse and drove it towards Gongde Yuegui Mansion.

When Phoebus stood up, the gaze that had been covering Ace before also disappeared.Ace raised his eyebrows, drank the beer in his glass, left the tavern and walked towards the Palace of Miracles.

He is not in a hurry to meet "father"...he wants to wait for that person, and jump out from behind the scenes by himself.

-

Phoebus didn't know that he had been targeted by the devil.He tried his best to get rid of distracting thoughts, finally dealt with his frail fiancée and his future mother-in-law, and when he came out of Gongde Yuegui Mansion, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

At this time, it was already dark, and the law-abiding good citizens had already returned home.There are still lights in the windows of the houses beside the street, but the street is dark.Holding a lamp in his hand, Phoebus urged the horse to go forward, but when he came to a corner, the horse suddenly neighed and stopped.

"Damn, what's the matter?" Phoebes said to himself, clamping the horse's belly with his calf.However, the horse just stomped its front hooves, and its rear hooves did not move at all.

He had an ominous premonition in his heart, and when he was about to look back, a pair of iron-like arms strangled his neck and dragged him off the horse.Phoebus tried to resist calling for help, but a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth just in time.What followed was a storm of fists, which made him almost powerless to fight back.

However, the other party's strikes seemed to be very measured, and he chose to beat the fleshy places fiercely. The pain was so painful that he didn't hurt any muscles or bones.The glass lamp rolled down to the ground long ago, and the wax oil soaked out the wick. Phoebe's eyes were dark, and he could only see a figure vaguely, but he couldn't tell what the other person looked like at all.

It wasn't until he curled up on the ground that he couldn't even groan, that the perpetrator grabbed the rope that bound his hands and dragged him deep into the alley.Immediately, a tall figure appeared in front of his eyes, the other person stretched out his hand, and pulled out the piece of cloth stuffed in his mouth.

Phoebus had already listed a few people he might have offended in his mind, and asked impatiently as soon as he could speak: "Who are you? Are you the thug sent by Mae Feidi, or is it the thugs sent by Siramir?" Girl's lover?"

The person in front of him let out a sneering chuckle: "Very well... so you have offended the vice-captain of Saint-Germain."

The voice was surprisingly cold, slipping into Phoebus's ear like a piece of ice.Phoebus shuddered uncontrollably, and was caught by his hair with one hand, and was forced to lean back.Maintaining this humiliating posture, his gaze involuntarily met a pair of eyes.It seems that only those eyes are bright in the darkness, reflecting cold light like an ice-blue mirror...

There seemed to be a burst of fragrance in the nose, and Phoebe's thoughts began to become confused.He stared blankly at the stranger for two seconds, his heartbeat was bewildered by the beauty of those eyes, but his teeth chattered uncontrollably: "Who are you?"

The other party did not answer him, but asked coldly: "Where did he touch you?"

"What... what?" Phoebus asked in surprise, not understanding what the other party was talking about.But the other party seemed to be recalling something, and said to himself: "I saw...it's here."

The soft and slender fingers landed on Phoebe's chin, then went all the way down, brushed over his neck and ribs, and stopped at his waist.His fingertips were very cold, but the place he touched felt a burning sensation like fire, which made Phoebe's heartbeat speed up suddenly.

He was just asking—

Phoebus suddenly realized what the other party meant just now.He's asking where Ace touched him!

It was only a few days ago that he realized that men and men can still love each other, and within a few days, he fell from the arms of an emerald to the hands of a sapphire... Phoebus stared at the dazzling pair of eyes in ecstasy. Mo Zi, for a moment, even forgot the fact that the other party beat him up just now.

However, just as he was dreaming, the man suddenly raised his hands and gestured behind him.Before Phoebus realized what that gesture represented, a sharp pain suddenly came from his waist, as if he was being clamped by a pair of iron clamps--then he smelled a strange fragrance, and soon Lost consciousness.

A boot stepped on Phoebes' fair hair, and dust and mud smudged the young man's hair recklessly.After finishing all this, the stranger stepped over Phoebe's head, gestured again, and ordered lightly, "Put that on for him."

The man who had just tormented Phoebus uttered a low growl like the ringing of a bell, and picked up a piece of cloth from the ground.

-

Louis XI has been in a very irritable mood recently.Jacques, his trusted doctor, is always using his illness as an excuse to make many unreasonable demands.Paying money is still a trivial matter. He also wants to get titles and official positions, and install cronies among the bureaucrats.

A king couldn't bear such a rude request anyway, but Louis XI was also a sick person, so he had to beg and give.Jacques's medical skills are not necessarily very good, it just keeps his condition from getting worse.He thought of the doctor recommended by Mr. Olivier, but Olivier, who has always smelled of horse manure recently, hesitated about it, as if he was not the one who wanted to drive Jacques away eagerly. .In this case, the king had to fend for himself and chose another candidate introduced by Dr. Jacques.

...Although that was someone he didn't want to see at all.

No one knew about the feud between Louis XI and Claude, vicar of Jossa.Even if he is asked for it now, Louis XI never wants more people to know about it.He quietly came to Notre Dame, climbed the winding stairs, and walked to the small house on the north bell tower with ease.Since he was young, Claude has been staying here to study his alchemy.

There was a key in the door of the hut, and Louis XI opened it and glanced inside.Except for those strange alchemy vessels and the messy pile of manuscripts, there were no figures he expected to see.He turned his head again and walked a few steps into the corridor, only to see the figure of Archdeacon Frollo on the other side blocked by the hut.

If you want to ask Louis XI who is the most hated person in this world, he will definitely answer Don Claude Floro.The relationship between the two has been forged since Louis XI was still healthy. At that time, Claude was still a 19-year-old young man who had just obtained the qualification to enter Notre Dame...

If it is not forced, Louis XI really does not want to see Claude again.The only two humiliating acts in his life were all seen by Claude. Even though 15 years have passed, Louis XI still has this matter in his heart.

He thought for a while, turned around and locked the door, put the key in his pocket, and walked there lightly.The archdeacon didn't seem to notice his movements at all, just like a sculptor's meticulously carved fingers grasping the cold stone railing, looking down into the distance.

Louis XI didn't bother him, but stood behind him, looking down along his line of sight.Although the angle is very tricky, Louis XI still saw the scene that Claude was watching with sharp eyes - it was in front of the mansion across the street from Notre Dame, a group of people were crowded there, as if they were all looking down at something , Discussions can still be faintly heard.

"Strange," the king couldn't help saying to himself, "isn't that the residence of the widow of Mr. de Merit Laurel?" What is Claude doing here?

As if he didn't hear him, Claude still stood motionless, staring at the gate of Gongde Yuegui Mansion.The king took two steps forward and stood beside him, so that he could see more clearly what Claude was looking at.The gate of the mansion was quickly opened, and the crowd parted.Two strong middle-aged women dragged a person up from the ground. Thanks to his good eyesight, Louis XI clearly saw that it was a blond man wearing a skirt.

——That's right, and it was a tall young man. The skirt seemed to have been put on forcibly, the waist was tightly tied, and under the skirt were the uniform pants of the imperial archer.Curiosity arose in Louis XI, and he couldn't help leaning forward, trying to see more clearly—although this move was completely futile, he heard a horrified cry: "Phoebus!"

The king nearly fell over.He didn't expect that the person below would be his captain of the imperial archer—this is wrong, when will Claude get up for no reason to watch the excitement?Unless this farce has something to do with him... But why should he dress a big man in women's clothes?

Suspicious in his heart, Louis XI suddenly remembered that there was a young girl waiting to be married in the Gongde Laurel Mansion, and Phoebus seemed to be her fiancée... He felt as if he had caught something about the archdeacon, and his smile suddenly became sincere.When he saw that Claude hadn't moved after the crowd dispersed, he became more certain of his thoughts. He patted the archdeacon on the shoulder and said, "What are you looking at, buddy Claude?"

Louis XI likes to call himself and call others buddies to show his trust and intimacy.But when he called Claude that, he had bad intentions, thinking in his heart that he wanted to catch him.

Claude, as if he had just realized his appearance, turned his head in surprise: "Why are you here, Your Majesty?"

As soon as he saw that face that was colder and stiffer than marble, Louis XI couldn't help but want to shake his fist on it.Even if Claude's expression and tone are in place, those cold blue eyes are like two pieces of glass, without any waves.He suppressed his impulse, tried hard to think about the facts he had just discovered, and the mood of schadenfreude prevailed again: "Didn't you imply that Mr. Jacques asked me to come, Your Excellency the Bishop?"

"It's not a bishop yet, Your Majesty." Claude said humbly, "I know who you ordered to suppress my transfer application... There will be no problem with what a king wants to do."

"Yes, but the king can't control his own life." Louis XI muttered depressingly, and asked again, "Now that you know why I came here, is there any good way to solve my problem? If You helped me this time, and I promise not to interfere in any of your affairs."

There seemed to be a flash of a smile in those icy blue eyes, but they regained their composure for a moment: "Are you serious?"

"I will do what I say." Louis XI frowned, always feeling that Claude had something to say.

"But I have something to say first, Your Majesty the King. I don't know medical skills, and I have no other way to heal you. I can only use alchemy to prolong your life." Claude raised a mocking arc on his lips, staring at The old face of the king: "You scoffed at this business 15 years ago. Are you going to succumb to alchemy after 15 years?"

Louis XI's complexion gradually became difficult to look.He gritted his teeth and said: "Don't go too far, buddy Claude. You still want to use my flesh and blood..."

"It's just a sacrifice, and it's not like you don't have a prince." Claude said coldly, "What are you afraid of? As long as you succeed, you can gain decades of youth...Compared with what you get, what you lose can Say it's tiny."

"Is there no other way?"

"Otherwise, who do you want to ask for help? Dr. Jacques? Or some quack doctor?" Claude mocked.

Louis XI clenched his fists and changed the subject abruptly: "In such a beautiful morning, let's not discuss this kind of thing, buddy Claude. What were you looking at just now?"

Claude's face returned to calm again, and he said lightly: "It's just a farce."

"You don't seem to be such a spectator, buddy Claude." Louis XI sneered, "Honestly speaking, is what happened below your handwriting?"

"Are you going to take me to jail?"

"That's not enough." Louis XI looked at him deeply, and said coldly, "I'm just curious...so it turns out that a saint made of stone can also be tempted."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked down the stairs, as if he didn't want to stay here for a second.But Claude didn't look angry at all, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he looked at the king's back and said softly: "You will always come back..."

He walked to his hut, ready to continue the research of the previous day.If gold is indeed transformed by light, how can the process be shortened...

...! !

...and the keys! ! ?

-

After that night, Ace didn't see Phoebes for a while.This time it's not just because of Phoebes, but because he himself has no other skills—I don't know if it's because he always uses the Eye of Horus on trivial things, and Tutanka, who is a weapon, Meng finally couldn't hold back anymore, and scolded him severely.

"...Is that how the Eye of Horus is used!? Isn't it a tool for you to spy on someone who was having sex with someone a few days ago!? The Pharaoh would cry if he knew it! Hundreds of Pharaohs together Jump out of the grave to settle accounts with you, okay!!?"

Ace let him jump around, and while he was trimming his nails, he said leisurely: "I don't know if the Pharaoh will come out to settle accounts with me, I only know that you finally jumped out of the Eye of Horus."

Tutankhamun couldn't help but startled.Although Ace is the actual controller of the Eye of Horus, he doesn't know the various abilities of the Eye of Horus.If Tutankhamun must hide inside and not come out, Ace has nothing to do.After thinking about it, he understood what Ace meant, and said in surprise and anger, "Did you do it on purpose!?"

Ace showed a look of surprise: "On purpose? What on purpose? Oh, are you referring to me using it to see the things that the Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess [beep——] a few days ago? That's not There is a way, I only know that it has this ability."

Tutankhamun's face turned green.When using the function of the Eye of Horus, Ace can also selectively browse the scenes he wants, and as the core center, he must accept them all.After a stalemate for a long time, he finally snorted coldly, turned his head away, and said reluctantly: "You are cruel..."

Ace smiled happily.If it wasn't for the help of the priest, he might not even be able to grasp the ability of the Eye of Horus to understand the past.After two years, it would be best if Tutankhamun was willing to reveal all his secrets. If he still planned to shrink back...then try to see who devours whose soul first.

Perhaps it was indeed tortured to the limit, and Tutankhamun readily handed over all the abilities he had mastered to Ace this time.A huge amount of information flooded into Ace's mind in an instant, and even though he had the spiritual power close to that of a holy man, it took a lot of time to consume the information.

Of course, it is impossible for the pseudo-artifacts that have been studied for hundreds of years to have only one successful case to have such a simple function, but most of them have blood and strength limitations, so it is not that simple to use.Ace spent a few days trying to get rid of the abilities he couldn't use, and spent a few more days sorting out the most convenient and practical ones, and finally succeeded in finding the ability he needs most now-illusion simulation.

Unlike the illusion that Ace has mastered, the illusion simulation is not carried out in reality, but uses mental power to construct a virtual world.After adjusting the composition of the virtual world, all changes in that world will be infinitely similar to reality.

What Ace needs most now is a large number of high-level magic spells. However, testing the magic spells in reality is not only time-consuming and labor-intensive, but also has great risks. In a few years, he has barely returned to the level of a mage.To go further, one must master more spells.With the ability of illusion simulation, a lot of time can be saved, and the riots caused by the return of magic power can be avoided. It can be said that Ace found the most satisfactory function on the Eye of Horus.

But Tutankhamun was so angry that he jumped his feet again. He handed over all the information he knew, just to let Ace make good use of the Eye of Horus. As a result, Ace only chose the ability he needed, and then used it again. Other functions were thrown aside, how could he not be angry!

He couldn't help but ran to Ace's spiritual world to find his theory, but Ace asked back: "If I have to use all those hundreds of functions, then am I using the Eye of Horus or Horus?" Is the Eye of Russ using me?"

Tutankhamun was speechless.He can't say that he wants Ace to consume the power of his soul as soon as possible so that he can get the idea of ​​resurrecting his body as soon as possible...

Tutankhamun always acted extraordinarily well-behaved when he was guilty, and his pair of golden-green vertical pupils made him look like a proud cat.Ace provoked him to his heart's content, and then continued the spell experiment in a comfortable mood.

Practicing magic, teasing house pets and so on, such a day is not bad.

Magic and alchemy have always been interdependent.Without the support of magic power and spiritual power, alchemy cannot succeed; without the support of alchemy, magicians may not even have some qualified spell-casting materials.

Ace is an aristocratic magician, if he wants any resource, someone will find it with a flick of a finger.But now that he has fallen into this situation, let alone magic materials, even ordinary raw materials that have not been synthesized by alchemy, he may not be able to find them.The things that Wenerrick collected for him with all his heart and soul were just enough material for a staff, and Ace really didn't dare to make a move without being sure.

One day he would be stumped by this kind of thing... If those familiar companions on the Maris Continent knew about it, they would definitely laugh at him.

Depressedly, Ace put away the rough stones and wood, and decided to go for a walk.If it was placed hundreds of years ago, maybe he could still ask for help from the Egyptian temple that has not yet fallen.To be able to make a pseudo-artifact like the Eye of Horus, it is always easy to get a staff... It is a pity that there is only one priest in Egypt now, Paddy Amon, where is he going to find a suitable one? the alchemist...

After staying in the cabin for more than a month, Ace finally walked out of the house.He first went to the tavern, and successfully found the three Harim brothers who were serving as bartenders recently.

"Long time no see, Emerald." Halimu greeted him with some surprise, "Where have you been recently? Everyone has asked us about you, but no one knows what you are doing. "

Ace raised an eyebrow.He knew that someone would inquire about his whereabouts, but hearing Halimu's tone, more than one person wanted to know where he was?

"Who ever asked about me?"

"Let me count." Hakim snapped his fingers and sang authentically, "A traveling merchant from Marseilles, a hostess in a blacksmith's tavern, a lovely baroness Guid, married to Susannah from Gassani, There is also the captain of the imperial archer, the ruined groom dressed in noble costumes..."

Has Phoebe been here?Ace shook the cup and stuffed it into Hakim's hand: "How many times has the captain been here?"

Hakemu next to him shrugged and said, "The devil knows how many times he has been here! Anyway, it must not be less than twenty times. I have to come to inquire every day, as if I am afraid that others will not know about him and you. It’s as if the relationship is very good——Hey, Your Highness, do you really have a good relationship with him? Can you discuss with him so that his subordinates will stop disturbing our business?”

Ace's mood improved, he patted Hakimu on the head, and gave each of them a gold coin: "I will remember to tell him."

I haven't seen each other for a month, but Phoebe can't bear it anymore, and comes to inquire about him every day... The corners of Ace's lips curled up involuntarily.For the sake of his obedience, Ace decided to give him a small surprise...

As soon as he walked out the door of the tavern, Ace passed a man in a cloak.There seemed to be a faint smell of horse dung on the other party... Ace stopped involuntarily, and returned to the entrance of the tavern.

The man in the cloak was rushing to the counter and asked eagerly, "Any news about Dr. George?"

The three Halimu brothers wiped the cup in unison and replied at the same time: "No, sir."

"I know you must have a way to contact him!" The man said, taking out a large handful of gold coins from his pocket and throwing them on the counter.The crisp voice could not help but attract everyone's attention, "Tell me where he is!"

Hearing this voice, Ace also recalled the identity of the other party.He walked into the tavern again, and touched the other party's cloak with a little disgust: "Why are you looking for Dr. George?"

The man in the cloak was none other than M. Olivier.He has recently been driven mad by Doctor Jacques and Louis XI.With the help of treating the king, Dr. Jacques took away a large sum of money, as well as several fat jobs that Mr. Olivier had taken a fancy to for his family; the king threatened him every now and then. If he didn't quickly find the famous doctor he was talking about, he would revoke his title and official position and throw him into prison!

Louis XI has always been a man of his word. Mr. Olivier had no choice but to go to the Palace of Miracles every day to ask a group of beggars about Ace.He wanted to go directly to Ace's house, but no matter how hard he searched, the old man who led him there that day and the door he walked in were nowhere to be found, as if he had just done it before. like a dream.Under tremendous pressure, Mr. Olivier became obsessed with using horse dung to stuff his head. At least from this move, he can still feel a little bit of the reality of life.

Hearing someone asking him, Mr. Olivier immediately turned his head and asked eagerly, "Do you know the whereabouts of Dr. George?"

Ace leaned on the counter polished by the three brothers, and the old god said authentically: "Well, that's it."

Mr. Oliver glanced furtively to the side, and took Ace two steps into the corner: "I hope you can help me find Dr. George..."

He took off his hood, revealing a haggard face and even thinner hair than before.Ace almost didn't laugh. Hakim's description was indeed correct. Mr. Olivier's hair could at least completely cover the entire head, but now it has become the Mediterranean Sea, which looks very funny.

"I'm Olivier, a former imperial minister, one of the king's most trusted people." Olivier didn't notice his expression, and rushed to the doctor in a hurry, "This matter is very important, understand? It's not me or some little person who needs it." Doctor, but His Majesty needs it! If you know the whereabouts of Dr. George, tell me quickly... As long as you help me find Dr. George, I will give you any reward!"

Ace resisted the urge to laugh, and said solemnly: "Ah, you don't need to pay anything. In fact, I don't know where Dr. George is. But he's always been active in some taverns recently... Well, Come to think of it, someone mentioned that he made an appearance at a place called Farodale..."

"Old lady Farodale?"

"Ah, almost, that's it." Ace just said a name he had heard casually, but he didn't expect Olivier to know it.

"Damn it, it's there!" Mr. Olivier said in surprise, "Doctors can play with women? I heard that he has burns all over his body..."

His voice stopped abruptly, and his eyes fixed on Ace's face.

Since coming to Paris, Ace has been stared at more than once in the middle of talking with others, but no one told him why... He stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Olivier's eyes, pretending to be surprised. : "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this?"

"God's head!" muttered M. Olivier, repeating, "God's head! What is it? I seem to see..."

His voice stopped again, and he said after a while: "It's nothing, thank you, I will pay attention to the news." He took out a bag of gold coins from his pocket, threw it on the counter, turned around and left in a hurry.

...Speak clearly before leaving, hey! !

Ace's good mood disappeared, and he stepped out of the tavern angrily.While walking on the road, it occurred to him that he didn't seem to know where Phoebus was usually, and the two short meetings were only by chance.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to Gongde Yuegui Mansion to try it out.But the journey was a bit far, so Ace first went to the blacksmith tavern to find Wenrrick, and asked him to find a carriage to take him there.

Wenerrick had prepared a lot of clothes for Ace, and Ace changed into clothes that conformed to the aesthetics of Parisians.The maid who opened the door for him almost didn't recognize that this was the Egyptian who visited last month. She stared obsessively for a long time before recalling it, and said in surprise, "Yes..."

Ace smiled and put a finger on his lips: "Don't say it."

The maid let him in with a blushing face and said, "Are you here to visit Madam?"

"I'm here to see Captain Schadope. Is he there now?"

The maid couldn't help showing a look of contempt: "He?...Why do you know this kind of person...His reputation is really terrible now."

Terrible?Ace raised an eyebrow.The last time he came to visit, the maid didn't have this kind of attitude... The smile on her lips deepened, and Ace asked, "I haven't stayed in Paris this month, what happened to Captain Chateaux?"

The maid stopped in her tracks and whispered: "This is a scandal... It happened exactly one month ago. Mr. Xia Duopei was found lying at the door of our mansion early one morning, wrapped in a woman's The skirt, the hair looks like it has been stepped on by the devil's hoof, and it is covered with mud. Everyone said that it was because he was caught having an affair with an earl's woman, so he was revenged..."

... a woman's dress?

Imagining that scene, Ace couldn't help laughing.Though it is pitiful to think of Phoebes, a woman's skirt