[Notre Dame de Paris] Papal Way

Bashir's expression froze, and he said in a blunt tone: "Even if I really know something, I won't tell you. Knowing too much is not good for you, Esmeralda."

"Even if you don't want to say it, I already know it. I'm French, right?" Ace said calmly, "I didn't think about getting anything useful out of your mouth, I just wanted to prove it Just something."

"Certification? Is it possible that you really think you are a prince?" Bashir sneered a little more on his face, "Come on, Emerald, I advise you to stop asking. Maybe the day you know the truth, it will be more uncomfortable than it is now."

A small screening magic can be identified, Bashir is not lying.Although the little shoe in his hand is exquisitely crafted and made of very luxurious materials, it can only provide a guess of identity in one direction, and it does not represent anything in itself.But if there is no problem with his identity, and even his parents are just ordinary people, why would the priest and the Grand Duke give everyone a ban?

There must be something else... something that Bashir, not even most people, knows about.

Doubt and conclusion flashed by, Ace waved his hand: "Okay, I see. You go back, I want to be alone."

...There was no disappointment or sadness on his face... Bashir looked at him suspiciously: "You don't intend to ask others, do you?"

"I'm not that stupid, Bashir. Since you have warned me so kindly, of course I won't be attached to the so-called life experience." Ace lazily said: "Anyway, you are right, I should Grab your current position first. Leaving aside my status as a Frenchman, I am the heir to the sacrifice, the prince everyone supports, and the messenger of God Amon.

His attitude was too perfunctory, obviously that paragraph was just spoken casually.Bashir hesitated to speak, but finally gave him a vicious look and walked out.

Ace heard him talking to Paddy Amon, but he didn't care.The sound insulation effect of the caravan is inherently poor, and Paddy Amon is born with the power of the wind element, not to mention being able to achieve the realm of listening to the wind, it is still very easy to eavesdrop on a conversation.

He also didn't think about hiding it from Paddy Amon, because the other party must know that he is not the original emerald.And thanks to his powerful light talent, Padiamon obviously regarded him as the messenger of God.As for which god it is, this question is not very important...

He was sure that Lord Sacrifice would continue to test him in the future.

The convoy traveled for a few days, and soon entered the destination, and gradually deepened.Provence is located in the south of France, bordering the Mediterranean Sea and bordering Italy.A mountain range like a moat separates the two countries and becomes a natural border.If you want to go to Italy, you must take a boat from Marseilles to Turin-but the priest raised an objection at this time, thinking that they should not see the Pope.

Although the Grand Duke was very angry, he had to consider the prestige of offering sacrifices to the elderly.If it weren't for the guidance of the priest, I'm afraid they might not be able to get out of the Egyptian border safely, let alone get to the present day smoothly.Even the gypsy was very convinced of the priest, thinking that following him would lead to good luck—so even though he was dissatisfied, he suppressed his anger and asked patiently, "Why?"

"Now is not the right time, Marcia."

"Oh! Damn it." The Grand Duke of Egypt said irritably, "Then when will I be able to meet the Pope?"

"I'd love to see that damned old ghost too--but not yet, Your Excellency. You must know that those insatiable blood-suckers will not let us heretics easily. Indeed, their Pope said However, seven years of wandering the world will give us a chance at redemption—but in all honesty, what do you think the odds are?"

The priest calmly explained his point of view, and then concluded: "——We can't take risks, Marcia."

"Based on what you said, there is no chance at all." The Grand Duke said angrily.

"Opportunities will always be reserved for us, but whether we can seize them - this is a question." The priest said a wisecrack, opening those dark eyes, "Don't you express your approval, Ace?"

Ace watched the campfire, deaf to his question.Looking around, among the group of people who discussed the future, he was the only one who was still a boy, and it was only because of his bad luck that he had mysterious powers and became the disciple of the priest.It is already reluctant to let him participate in the audition, how could he tolerate his involvement?

The Grand Duke was indeed a little angry.Before he had time to speak, a middle-aged man said in a rough voice: "Do you have an accurate word? Sir Sacrifice."

The priest shook his head.

The people in front of the bonfire fell silent for a while.

"Then why do we still come to Provence?" a woman said sharply. "Isn't it just to go to the Holy See when we come here and go to Marseilles? If it's not to go to the Holy See, what's the point of coming here?"

She is the only woman sitting here besides the Grand Duchess - because of her former status.She is Bashir's mother, and also a former prince concubine. Her once gorgeous appearance can still be seen vaguely on that mean face, but she has become old due to years of wandering and hard work.

There is no mother who does not think about her children, and so does Helia.She could endure a wandering life, but her son was supposed to inherit the Egyptian throne from birth.Seeing that the opportunity to return to her own country is at hand, how could she let it go?

Everyone present knew her little thoughts.However, even the Grand Duke, who also wanted to return to Egypt, had to object: "The priest is right, the chances that the Pope will forgive us are not great."

—although they don't need forgiveness at all.

"Then why do we have to go to Marseilles - we'd better go back the same way now. Otherwise, I'm afraid we will suddenly lose a lot of people between us when we get there." Hai Liye sneered.

The Grand Duke looked at the priest: "What do you think?"

"Go to Marseille." The priest said with certainty, "There is only one way to go now."

"So what's Harriet worrying about?"

"I swear to you in the name of God Amon, as many people came when they came, there must be as many people when they leave."

The Grand Duke was relieved and waved his hand unquestionably: "Then it's settled, let's go to Marseille."

The crowd in front of the campfire gradually dispersed.A few people were still sitting around the campfire, discussing things in low voices.A gypsy girl suddenly ran over and handed Ace an apple.Her dark brown eyes seemed to be lightning-like, she blinked at Ace, and then ran away quickly.

The laughter of the girls came from not far away. Ace looked down at the apple, and a hand was placed on his shoulder: "You're lucky, kid."

"Why do you say that?"

"Munir is the most beautiful young girl in this group - she will definitely grow even more beautiful in a few years. Many gypsy boys have already started to pursue her. Don't you feel tempted at all?"

The priest sat beside him and asked with a smile.Ace shook his head and took a bite of the wrinkled apple.Because the water has been evaporated, the green apples are strangely sour.The taste is not good.

"You seem to have misremembered her name, Lord Sacrifice."

"That's Susan—it doesn't matter. You're fourteen, Ace, don't you plan to have a big sex with a girl?"

"You can regard me as dedicating everything to God Amon. I will not get married, Paddy Amon." Ace said lightly, throwing the apple into the fire.

A wisp of smoke rose from the bonfire.

Ace is a magician - for someone who is really devoted to magic, getting married is a very unthinkable thing.Because to them, magic is more important than anything else.

Ace was detected to have a very high magical talent when he was very young, and the Melaorda family was determined to train him with all their strength.With a lot of resources and no worries, Ace has successfully cultivated to the realm of a magister.Although he doesn't know anything except magic, he really doesn't know anything about relationships, and he really thinks that he has no need to find a partner.

The winks of Egyptian girls and gypsy girls can only be thrown to the blind, because Ace will not have any touch on them.

The priest was silent for a long time before slowly saying: "I want to teach you something, Ace. Although you may not need it - your power doesn't come from the sun god, right?"

"Does your power come from God Amon?" Ace asked back.Although he didn't understand why only a few people in this world had magic attributes, the power of the priest was undoubtedly a natural wind ability, not a gift from some god.

Although he is not familiar with the magic sticks of the Holy See of Light, he can still tell the difference between divine power and magic power.

"It doesn't make sense to say this now. You have also read the parchment scrolls that record the magic arts. Our power may really be innate, but if we want to use this power, we can only pray to God." The priest sighed deeply, "Perhaps there were people who could achieve these effects through various spells in the past, but when I was young, I couldn't even decipher the curse on the Pharaoh's epitaph..."

"What else can you teach me like this?" Ace asked bluntly, frowning slightly.

The priest smiled again, patted him on the shoulder, and stood up: "There is no way to be sure now, but we will understand when we arrive in Marseille."

Ace: "..."

Can this old man not hold back the prophecy one day! !