[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

One evening, after being woken up by the proprietress of the small hotel knocking on the door, Mill John found that he had no money again.

Momo the trouser pockets of several clothes, and then pinched the dry purse, John had to admit this painful fact.He got out of the bed slowly, found his most ragged clothes to put on, and specially changed into the pair of boots that were bitten by the mousetrap.After looking in the mirror to make himself as miserable as possible, and making sure that even the most compassionate old lady in Eve's Cider wouldn't look at him, he walked towards Notre-Dame with a piece of bread in his mouth.

The quality of life of John without money will not decline in the slightest, because he has a good brother who is the lord of Till Sharp and the deputy of Bishop Josa.He will still go to school, have clothes to wear, a place to live, and no hunger at all, but because of the lack of money, he will be forced to bid farewell to the days of drinking and drinking.

How the girls at the old Farodale's must miss handsome John!Thinking of this, John felt a twinge of pain in his heart, and had to be ready to be punished and ran to his brother to ask for money.

It was seven o'clock in the evening when he reached Notre-Dame.The piece of bread that he ate before leaving could not satisfy the hungry stomach of the young man at all.With great difficulty, he climbed to the top of the North Bell Tower, turned the key and opened the familiar little door, intending to spy on his brother's whereabouts, but found that there was no one in the cabin.

"Damn it," John muttered as he frowned and sized up the hut, "Where did Dean Don Claude Frollo stop studying his alchemy?"

His feelings for his brother are really complicated.John's parents died of a plague when he was still a baby.Claude handed over the child to a miller because he was inconvenient to take care of the baby.This gave John the nickname "The Mill".When he was young, he didn't see his elder brother a few times throughout the year. He liked and feared this serious and beautiful elder brother, but when he grew up, he was often taught by his elder brother because he caused trouble everywhere. , otherwise it is never the habit of seeing Claude.

Claude tried to discipline him, but he was a pleasure-loving nature, and he couldn't bear a life of poverty at all.He's got an appointment with a girl tonight, and he's going to have a room with the old woman Farodale... How can he get there if he doesn't have money?

John turned his head, trying to find his brother from the side.However, he only saw a figure passing by not far away, like Quasimodo who was holding a big box and walking like flying.

"Hey! Deaf!" John couldn't help calling to him. "Do you know where my brother is?"

Of course Quasimodo couldn't hear what he was saying, and the figure quickly disappeared.John laughed loudly, took out a stone from his pocket and threw it out, hitting the face of the relief figure not far away.Suddenly a voice rang out: "What are you looking for him for?"

Startled, John took a few steps back, only to see a person sitting on the spire of the clock tower.The blond-haired, blue-eyed man bathed in the afterglow of the sunset was his older brother Claude.He couldn't help but muttered in surprise: "God's belly! Can the archdeacon also climb the roof?"

Claude sneered, and jumped off the roof with his hands up.Compared with his age, his appearance is too young.John had once guessed that it wasn't some nefarious alchemical experiment that kept him young, but that was just a guess, never daring to ask.

"You look very handsome today, my brother," John said without words, "you look like an angel."

"I never knew you liked the priest's black robe." Claude said coldly, "Do you want me to have someone send you one?"

John smiled embarrassingly, and said fawningly: "It is enough for the Floro family to have you serving God. As for me, I am not short of food or clothing... If you are willing to pity me, let me live a better life Well, to tell you the truth, my brother, it's not these solid things that I want..."

Claude sarcastically said: "Do you want a spare life that guarantees that you will be alive and kicking after you get into trouble?"

Isn't that what Quasimodo is for... John groaned, racking his brains to get the money from Claude: "I'm a good student, brother! I've never been in trouble before. What? Beating up the owner of the tavern, teasing the viscount, tearing up other people's clothes... I didn't do any of these things, if you want to blame, you can only blame the damn wine!"

"So I swear to God since last time I'll never give you a centime for a drink again, John."

"You can't buy wine for a centime! I'm your younger brother, Your Excellency, shouldn't you have mercy on me?" John hugged his arm, shivering from the cold, and said bitterly : "When I was outside, I missed you all the time...God testifies!"

"so?"

"So give your poor brother some pocket money! I don't want much, just a few livres from you..."

"No."

John forcefully squeezed out two tears: "Let me tell you the truth, brother, if I can't drink, I might as well jump off the bell tower of Notre Dame now..."

Claude shook off his hand and pointed down: "Jump, I will remember to ask Quasimodo to collect your body."

"..." John stared at him for a long time, wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes angrily, turned around and left.However, before he took two steps, Claude's voice sounded again: "Rena from the Blacksmith Tavern, Aouli from the Eve Cider Tavern, Fontina who is resident on Gradini Street..."

John turned his head sharply.There was a mocking smile on Claude's lips: "I know all about your whereabouts."

John's face was a little ugly: "You have been spying on me?"

"You are my only younger brother, John." Claude's voice was soft and unpredictable, "I don't want to treat you like this, but who made you disobedient at all?"

He approached John and patted his rosy cheek: "If you help me accomplish something, not only will I not care about you anymore, but I will also give you the territory. Forty livres a year, whatever It doesn't matter how you spend it. Even if you sell the territory, I won't interfere in the slightest."

John stared at him in horror: "Are you crazy?"

"You don't want it?" Claude asked back.

After looking at each other for two seconds, John turned his head awkwardly: "I'm just curious, what is worth the price you paid, brother."

"It will always be a worthwhile price." Claude murmured, looking down the bell tower, "You know Phoebes de Chateaupe, right?"

"Our friendship is not ordinary." John muttered, the desire for money gradually gained the upper hand, "Is this related to him?"

"Has he ever mentioned an Egyptian to you?"

John shook his head: "We haven't seen each other since poor Phoebus was knocked unconscious, put on a skirt and threw it at the door of his fiancée's house."

A hint of gloom flashed in Claude's eyes: "That's God's punishment for him."

John raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at his brother.Listening to Claude's tone, it seems that Phoebus deserved what he deserved... But what crime did Phoebus commit?How did Claude know?

... Could it be that Claude was the one who knocked Phobus unconscious?

John couldn't help being startled, thinking of the Egyptians that Claude specifically mentioned, he felt that this matter was very possible.He knew how flamboyant Phoebus was, and it was quite possible that he would get involved with a beautiful Egyptian woman.He will offend Claude, probably because he fell in love with the woman Claude likes...

...! !Claude actually has someone he likes! ! ?

Maybe his eyes were too horrifying, Claude quickly realized something was wrong, and frowned, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

"Ask an Egyptian..." John said dryly, and finally he didn't dare to say the temptation. "I just know one. If you want to ask something, I can probably help. His adoptive father is a doctor. The status among the Egyptians is still high... But if he is asked to help, there may be a little trouble."

"what?"

"He is an abandoned baby." John tried to recall what he heard more than a month ago, and said, "It seems to be the illegitimate son of a certain priest, who was thrown into the Egyptian camp by his own father. He wanted to find My father just came to Paris, if you want to ask him for help, maybe you should help him find his father first..."

From John's first sentence, Claude's face became more and more strange.In the end, he could hardly maintain a serious expression on his face. While coughing, he turned his gaze to the side: "...what's his name?"

"Ace, Aimu, it's Ai or something anyway." John shrugged, feeling that his brother was a bit weird.

Claude took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down: "John, you are a very good young man, and you are very reliable. Well, I will leave this matter to you, as long as you make an appointment for me Time and place, I will let the king issue a letter of appointment to you."

John looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

"really."

"What if I can do it soon?" John asked tentatively, always feeling uneasy.

"The sooner the better. As long as you agree on the time and place, the fief of Till Sharp will be yours."

John stared at him for a while, then stretched out his palm: "Deal."

-

John walked out of Notre Dame cathedral suspiciously, ready to try his luck at the Palace of Miracles.Although he still had doubts, the charm of money can always dispel other worries, so he thought about it, and decided to try his best to persuade Ace to meet his brother.

Maybe it was really his fortune. Just as he walked out of the gate of Notre Dame, he saw two familiar figures with sharp eyes—one of them was the Egyptian beauty he had mentioned to his brother just now, and the other was him. old friend Phoebes.He couldn't help being overjoyed, and immediately jumped to the other side of the street, shouting: "God's belly! Devil's horns! Isn't this my good friend Phoebes?"

Ace just opened the car door and was about to push Fubis in when he heard a shout from beside him.He couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and glanced at Phoebus: "Your friend?"

Phoebus was nervous and apprehensive now, and he couldn't hold other things in his mind.He didn't want anyone to interrupt his relationship with Ace, so he flatly denied it: "No, not my friend."

"You're pretending not to know me, Captain Phoebes?" John exclaimed in amazement. "My God, who bought you back from the old woman Faroudelle last month for 23 Paris sous? And who is it?" Been saying good things about you at Owuli? It's me, good friend John! You're pretending you don't know me?"

Phoebus blushed, and angrily touched the hilt of his sword, only to find that he had left the sword at his fiancée's house: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm innocent!"

"Let's talk to the devil if you're innocent or not. I'm not here to find you this time." John said, looking at Ace happily again, "Long time no see, beauty—do you remember me?"

Ace: "..."

Can he crush this person to death! ! ?