Human dimension reduction

François does not have the frivolous sentimentality that is common to Gallic men, and the romantic temperament of racial genius is nowhere to be found in him, from the strict buttons to the top of the neck and the tight belt. , what can be recognized is more of the staid and self-sufficient indifference of the Hessian nation.

It's hard to imagine that a person with such a personality would lead an army to attack the capital and drag the king off the throne, because he looks more like a knight in a classical novel who insists on using a two-handed sword, sticking to the ancient Family honors and titles of nobility, and the immense pride of being able to give your life to the king.

The guesses of those noble ladies may also have some truth. Such a man does not seem to be raised by a poor family.

The commander went to kiss me with his beauty, and the news spread to the ears of all the soldiers of the rebel army. They cleaned the battlefield with a smile, and lined up the dead one by one in the open space, waiting for their families to claim them. While winking and making funny faces with his companions, he lowered his voice and guessed how long the commander could stay in the room of the big beauty.

This is not a shameful thing. In the most powerful and violent wars, seizing the money and female relatives of the loser is the best way to satisfy the victor's desire to conquer. The dignity of the people was trampled under their feet, and the rebel army was composed of uneducated civilians. Their commanders used strict military laws to force them into a combat-capable army, but this does not mean that their own quality What an improvement.

Grabbing money and possessing women are still indelible desires in their hearts after winning a battle.

It can be said that these are a group of wolfhounds without any moral bottom line, but Francois used various means to strangle the chains of this vicious wolfhound. He promised that they could wantonly plunder the city within two days after they captured Paris. cities, but they are not allowed to attack civilian areas—because the civilians living at the bottom are the basis for them to get here. In addition, he also strengthened the supervision of military camps, paying a huge price to guard these A group of energetic lads don't do some hot-headed stupid things.

Now that they have won, according to the most primitive law of distribution, the commander should get the king's woman, which is not a problem.

"But sir, why don't you go to the queen?" A soldier hit his partner with his hip and winked at him, "Isn't this the king's mistress?"

A stumbling companion who was bumped by him smacked his lips, his dirty face showed a look of fascination: "You didn't see how beautiful she is... If I could sleep with her——no, Even if it’s just to touch her hand, I’m willing to go to see the Lord now.”

At the end, he thought of the king who was dragged out of the secret passage by his colleagues earlier, that obese man with messy clothes, he couldn't help showing a look like he saw some bedbugs: "Oh my God, she is so pitiful that she wants to do something like that!" A man's lover, even if he is a king..."

He thought about how the two of them stood together, leaned back, and pinched his nose with his fingers exaggeratedly.

The people around suddenly burst into laughter, and began to curiously inquire how beautiful the "king's lover" is.

"Is it prettier than the Daisy we saw last time at the Lombard Tavern?" someone asked loudly.

"What's your question!" The soldier who was questioned seemed to be humiliated, and retorted angrily, "How can the two of them be compared together! One is an ordinary village girl in the countryside—"

The person who asked the question before exposed his shortcoming with ill intentions: "But you were so dazed by Daisy, and you even said you wanted to marry her!"

Most of the time, men's gossip is not much smaller than that of women. When they heard such explosive news, they all started to boo. A slightly higher-ranking officer came and stopped them.

"The Notre Dame Cathedral needs a team of people to guard it. The priests there are very reasonable. They promised not to cause trouble for us, but we must also ensure that no one will go to the church to take advantage of the fire."

He turned his eyes around the messy group of soldiers, ordered a few people, led them to the Notre Dame Cathedral, and warned them in a low voice: "I repeat, watch your hands and feet, and don't be in the church." Come on, the Cathedral of Notre Dame is not like any other little church we've come across, it's..."

The low-educated officer twirled his messy hair in annoyance, trying to find a sentence in the vocabulary that could describe this difference, but in the end he failed, and could only say viciously: "That is to bless your old lady and Damn you, if you don't want all the women in your family to die, then don't do anything bad in it."

Several soldiers who were originally serious laughed when they heard this, and pushed each other: "Okay, okay, we all know."

Seeing their incomprehensible appearance, the officer was not angry either. These people are devout believers on weekdays. They are different from those bastards who go to church to pray after doing bad things, and continue to do bad things after they come out. What is going on in the church, it is most appropriate to send them to guard the Cathedral of Notre Dame.

Thinking about something, the officer led them to the gate of the cathedral, where a priest was already waiting.

"Oh, he looks as tall as two ruis." A soldier muttered secretly.

Luwa, who was used as a weight and measure, glared at his companion viciously, and threatened in a low voice: "I will screw out your eggs while you are not paying attention!"

The officer didn't care about the small internal strife behind him, strode forward, stopped at a slightly further distance, and barely controlled the desire to look up.

God, what the hell is going on with this priest, what did he eat to grow so tall?If we start to improve the recipe now, can we make little Flender grow taller? Sophia has been worrying about Flender's height for a long time...

He was thinking wildly, and nodded towards the priest, with a little doubt in his eyes: "The one who approached me just now is Father Humbert..."

The overly tall priest lowered his head slightly. He had a majestic and noble face like an archangel, with sharp bones and a handsome face. His golden-brown hair was smoothed back obediently, and a pair of blue-gray eyes were extremely light in tone, like It is the low and magnificent sky in the far east, reflecting the frozen sea of ​​icebergs and snow. When he raised his eyelids to look at people, he felt a pure feeling that the ice and snow would drown his breath. His body and soul were instantly engulfed by metal The blade cuts and separates, and the cold fingers touch the hidden corners of the soul, watching interesting thoughts.

But this sense of suffocation only appeared for a very short moment, so short that the officer didn't even have time to raise his guard. He was inexplicably puzzled by his sudden thought of retreating for a while, when he heard this quiet voice. The priest said softly in a low and gentle tone: "I am Petrosha Mikhailovich Belinsky. I am a priest who just came to study from Osh Diocese. A believer came to pray just now. Humber Father Tet has gone to receive him."

The officer hesitated and said "Oh", and couldn't help asking: "You don't seem to be Gaul?"

Father Belinsky smiled: "I have Siberian blood, obviously, isn't it? But you don't have to worry too much, I have dedicated my life and even my soul to my supreme Lord. At this point, we are equal."

The tone of his unhurried explanation made the officer feel a little embarrassed. He couldn't help regretting his suspicion for a second, and then pointed to a group of soldiers behind him: "This is an agreement with Father Humbert. They will Guard Notre Dame Basilica for the next period of time, make sure no other blind bastards come here to do bad things, but please also remember that until we completely take over the city, it is best not to accommodate outsiders in the church Residence, and before dark, all but the priest and the church servants are to leave."

Father Belinsky nodded earnestly, then went on to ask in that soothing tone: "What about choir activities and services?"

The officer scratched his hair and showed a troubled expression.

The commander didn't say anything about it. He only said that these places should be kept safe from being destroyed. As for whether the activities inside should continue... Forget it, just to be on the safe side, don't do anything at all.

He was about to open his mouth when Father Belinsky said slowly, "The Cathedral of Notre-Dame is the largest church in the Diocese of Paris. We often hold various activities. The parishioners trust us very much. We can help you maintain order. , at least... driven by the shepherds, God's people will not do anything we can't bear to see."

This... makes a lot of sense.

The officer remembered what the commander had mentioned before, that the order in Paris should be restored as soon as possible, and the chaos should not be allowed to last for too long. After a second thought, he opened his mouth and said, "If this is the case, then you should keep a low profile."

Holding a silver cross, Belinsky lowered his eyebrows and nodded: "Thank you for your tolerance, the Lord will bless you."

The soldiers consciously dispersed and guarded the doors of the Notre Dame Cathedral, with their eyes fixed on the people passing by. Many believers who wanted to enter the church stopped because of their scrutiny. Standing timidly in the distance, hesitant to come in, it was Belinsky who noticed this and went out to bring them in himself.

When night fell, an unremarkable carriage stopped at the door of the church. Arad rolled over and jumped out of the carriage with a sad face, and reached out to pick up Eleanora. The soldiers saw that the carriage was roughly chopped off with swords. The insignias, turned their eyes one after another, this familiar handwriting... must have been done by the commander.

Elliano got out of the car, saw a few people standing guard at the door of the church, was slightly startled, didn't say anything, and walked past them calmly.

The heavy doors of the church opened and closed, blocking the backs of the master and servant.

Arad held a glass lantern in his hand. Most of the lights in the church were extinguished at night. This tall and dark building became darker without light, and the high ceiling could be hidden into the limit of sight. , Those gorgeous murals written by famous artists are faintly visible in the occasionally swaying candlelight, holy angels, the Virgin of Mercy, and cute little angels are all distorted in the elongated and swaying halo, like some weird and horrible graffiti.

The two passed through the small atrium and the reception room, and stopped in front of a corridor. Elianora took the glass lantern from Arad: "Go back first."

Although Eleanora is a well-known eunuch in Paris, he does not have much income. Most of what he owns is a gift from his admirers. He spends a lot of money and likes extravagance. He changed hands and spent them in a moment, and there was nothing left on his body. In addition, he was bought by the Notre Dame Cathedral, and he was a member of the Cathedral until the contract with the church expired.

Ellianora herself doesn't mind where she lives. He can sleep in a magnificent and spacious king's palace, and he can also sleep in a narrow and poor church.

After Arad lost his qualification to be on stage, he became a servant of the church. If it hadn’t been for Elianora’s insistence on keeping him to serve him, he wouldn’t even have the qualification to stay as a servant, so he could only go to the circus to do his best. Entertaining people with disabled bodies.

Of course, the servants of the church could only sleep in the humble servant’s room. Arad staggered through the long and narrow corridor back to his room under the dim yellow light. Eleanora stood there and heard the wooden door close. With a voice, stepping and pulling the thin cloak on his body, he stepped into the dim chapel.

Rows of wooden benches are lined up there coldly, and Elliano passes through the benches without changing his expression. From the chapel, there is a courtyard, and then there is a house for the children of the choir, where he has lived since he was a child. ——

His thoughts were interrupted for a moment.

There are many rooms on both sides of the chapel, some unimportant religious sacrificial items, antiques, jewelry, sheepskin scrolls, etc. are stored here, and sometimes they are opened for the parishioners to visit, but now, the door of one of the rooms is not closed tightly, and the ground leaks out. There was a swaying faint orange light.

Elianora knew where it was without reading the writing on the door.

In the Pieta Church, there is a statue of the Pieta inside, but there seems to be nothing valuable other than that.

Was it the priest, or the servant who cleaned the statue?

Ellianora thought so, and subconsciously wanted to avoid it.

But before he could lift his foot to leave, the wooden door with only a gap creaked and was blown by the wind to open a larger gap. Closing the door page, his blue-gray eyes met Ellianora's gaze outside. He froze for a moment, and then smiled quickly: "Mr. Ellianora?"

Instead, Ellianora stopped in her tracks, raised the lantern a little higher, looked at the other person's calm face, and said coldly and unceremoniously, "I haven't seen you before, what are you doing here?"

The other party opened the door a little, stepped back and turned sideways slightly, in an inviting gesture: "I'm a new priest, it's very windy outside, do you want to come in and have a rest?"

No need, get to the room soon.

Elianora originally wanted to say this, but when he got to the point of speaking, when he met the other party's peaceful and smiling eyes, he changed his words in a mysterious way: "Okay."

The priest with half of his face hidden in the dim halo raised the corners of his mouth indistinctly, as if a compassionate saint opened his arms to a lamb who had lost his way.