Human dimension reduction

The chaos in Paris lasted for two weeks, and finally ended when Louis XIII and Queen Adela were sent to guard the Palace of Fontainebleau. The original aristocratic council was dissolved and a new national council was established. A temporary tribunal formed by the Council of People announced the takeover of Paris.

After the establishment of the National Assembly, the great purge of the nobles followed.

This purge began with the complaint of an unknown peasant woman. She publicly accused Baron Luther of raping her during the vacation of the farm at the thousand-member meeting of the council every Monday, and killed her father who was seeking justice for her. and brother, to ask the National Assembly to bring Baron Luther to trial according to law.

Accusations of homicide by civilians against nobles are common in the history of this country, but there has never been a successful case, but it is clear that history will record this "first case".

After hearing the peasant woman's accusation and obtaining witnesses and statements from both parties, the temporary tribunal of the National Assembly sentenced Baron Luther to death according to law, arrested the murderer on the spot, and hanged him.

A crowd of black and white people gathered around the gallows, looking at the twitching body hanging on the gallows with numb and dull eyes, and a faint light was slowly released from the eyes.

The next day, the cases accusing nobles of breaking the law flew to the desks of the National Assembly like snowflakes. The guards shuttled through the streets and alleys day and night, smashing down the gates of the manor houses and dragging the well-dressed nobles to death. In the daytime sunlight or bright gas lamps, their faces were as pale as if they had been covered with thick layers of gypsum powder.

The whole city was shrouded in a fanatical and sacred atmosphere. The commoners who used to be shy and stooped raised their chests, and the nobles who did not have enough manpower closed their doors. They searched around for a way to leave Paris, and at the same time began to curse in their hearts. Those ignorant untouchables.

I thought that the imprisonment of Louis XIII and the queen was the limit, and they ignored it in exchange for their own safety. Who knows what kind of court trial those damn guys actually started!What are they trying to do?And the National Assembly... When will low-class mud-legged people who have never read a book be able to wear the title of "senator" and discuss the fate of the noble blue-blooded nobles?It's the biggest joke in the world!There is nothing more ridiculous than this in all ages!

Francois!Damn François!

What the hell is he trying to do to Paris and Gaul?

Is he really dreaming of some crazy big dream of a national republic?Want to go back to the former Roman Republic?That's the idea of ​​a lunatic!

Or... he wants to be Caesar?

That being the case, they also need a Cleopatra who can preserve the throne for them.

The nobles outside complained bitterly. Due to the particularity of the church itself, the National Assembly has no idea of ​​​​taking action on the church for the time being. Cleopatra, who was placed high by the nobles, did not fall in love with Julius Caesar as they imagined. To adjust the oil, in fact, because of the many affairs in Paris, as one of the heads of the National Assembly, François came to Notre Dame Cathedral very little time.

So no one knew that this recognized Caesar's lover was passionately pursuing a priest.

Petrosa finished the evening prayer, and held up the candlestick to check the chapel for the last time-this work was originally done by the servants in the church, but since the voices of various messes on the street have become louder and louder, reporting the nobles for breaking the law The income of the deeds is rising steadily, and there are fewer and fewer slaves doing chores in the church. The last servant rolled up the package and ran away this afternoon. Before leaving, he also tried to take a golden candlestick and The golden statuette of the Virgin Mary in the chapel was grabbed by two soldiers guarding the door and beaten up.

Of course, the golden candlestick and the golden Madonna did not return to the church in the end.

Petrosa checked whether the eight doors of the rotunda were locked, extinguished the lights on the wall, and slowly exited the beautiful building decorated with golden glass and rose windows.

Elianora had been standing there for an untold amount of time beside the aisle lined with flowers and trees, and the night fell, half of the eunuch standing by the aisle was covered by shadows, only the iconic golden hair was exposed. Long hair, like expensive honey amber wrapped in the best milk.

Seeing him, the priest was startled for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "Have you not given up yet?"

Standing in the shadows, the eunuch raised his face and stingily allowed the moonlight to illuminate his cheeks. Unlike the radiant and magnificent him two weeks ago, Elianora at this moment was like a flame that was about to burn out. There were unhealthy flushes on his cheeks, his body was thin, his skin was too pale, and his whole body was crumbling like ashes that were about to disperse in a handful of blows. Only the pair of lavender eyes on his face were terribly bright——

Those eyes belong to the devil.

Filled with distorted and fervent longings, blatant and ferocious love desires, and crazy and pitiful pleadings, these are the eyes of a poor man who can't ask for more. He uses these eyes burning with will-o'-the-wisps to tell the pure and flawless love, telling the story enough to express himself He was about to burn himself into dry charcoal in the boundless torment of the humble desire that put him to death, but he knew very well that the lover he longed for would never give him a response.

This sweet, bitter torment has created a poor ghost hovering on the verge of death.

"Perhaps you should pay more attention to your health." Petrosa stopped one meter away, holding a candlestick, and said softly.

The eunuch's hand holding the flower branch turned blue and white, and his uncombed long hair fell disheveledly on his shoulders. Almost instantly, a pure and happy radiance appeared on his face as if he was blessed by a god: "Thank you Your concern, my lord sir."

Petrosha, who was about to say something, shut his mouth immediately and shook his head: "...you are really more stubborn than a statue of the Madonna carved in stone."

"No one can make me leave you," the eunuch looked at the priest with those lavender eyes, his beauty has not faded due to his thin body, on the contrary, that kind of magical charm is like muddy water in a swamp , able to drag all sane people to drown in this devil's moonlight, "I know this love is absurd to you, but the Lord has never deprived me of the right to desire you—even if you can't respond to me , please allow me to look at you greedily."

Falling in love with a priest is indeed a shocking thing.

Although the Holy See of the Vatican has a few children who are recorded as nephews and nieces, as well as dozens of mistresses, the clergy should not indulge in secular love and kinship, and it is actually recorded in the scriptures. They are dedicated to the Supreme Lord, and craving their love is tantamount to letting them betray the Holy Lord.

What an outrageous and sinful idea, only the devil would tempt a pious clergyman.

...like the madman who wooed the angel before the flood.

Petrosa stared at this man who loves himself crazy for a while, held the handle of the candlestick, and turned around: "It's very late, there are not enough people in the church, and Paris has been very chaotic recently. A few days ago, Humbert The priest was injured by the mob who rushed in, you'd better not come out alone at night, I'll take you back."

Ellianora followed Petrosa step by step, seemingly not caring where the other party took her, like a little fox who saw a beloved butterfly, even if the butterfly flew to the cliff On the other side, the little fox will follow the butterfly and jump down without hesitation.

The Notre Dame Cathedral at night was eerily silent. The soft-soled shoes of the two stepped on the marble floor without the slightest sound. On the arched corridor, only the candlestick in Petrosa's hand cast orange light, casting the two on the wall. The figure of the person is elongated.

The two figures were approaching at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the person walking behind was almost touching the former's back. When the priest finally realized this and turned his head to ask questions, the blond beauty suddenly stretched out his hand and clasped his hands. Grabbing the priest's wrist, he pushed and pulled him brutally into the corner room next to which was hung with heavy curtains.

The candlestick fell to the ground in a rough tug, and the faint light was instantly annihilated on the cold ground.

The heavy burgundy velvet curtains obscured the bright moonlight. In the narrow space where you can't see your fingers, the two bodies are close together, and each can feel the temperature of the other's breath.

There are many designs of this kind of concave structure in the Notre Dame Cathedral, most of which are at the corners, which are deliberately left blank for placing large statues. Some places have found suitable works, and some places have not yet found suitable statues. The velvet drapery was temporarily hung for shelter. Later, the designer found that the shape of the drapery was also very suitable for the overall design of the church, so he simply kept these surprises.

These depressions behind the curtains are not specifically looked at, sometimes a pair of chairs or a small tea table are placed here for people who are tired from walking to take a short break, and sometimes they are used for convenience—this is not the case. It's not a surprise, even the Palace of Versailles has open defecation.

Ellianora, who grew up in Notre Dame Cathedral, is familiar with the large and small rooms here. There is only a tall flower table behind the curtain, and the roses on it have long withered. The recent chaos has also caused no one to think of it. Replace with fresh bouquets.

In the lingering scent of the dead rose, the hot aroma from Eleanora's body is getting stronger and stronger. Even the breath of the eunuch eroded by hookah has the scent of frankincense and cardamom, and the aftertaste of cloves and citrus is constantly rising. transpiration at high body temperature.

The tall priest was pressed obediently, with his back pressed against the velvet-covered wall. Even though he couldn't see anything, he still lowered his eyes and looked at Alianora in front of him, like a ruthless statue The god of desire, waiting for the other party to reveal the next idea.

The eunuch's cold hand grasped the priest's wrist, and stuck it to the back of the hand along the skin, then grabbed his hand and pulled it to his face.

The priest touched the wet tears.

"Why are you crying?" He was puzzled and asked softly.

"This is pain." In the darkness, the steamy voice seemed to whisper.

"I thought you loved me because it made you happy. Isn't that the human instinct, to chase after everything that makes them happy, and persevere."

"Yes, you're right...but loving you pains me..." The whispering voice grew weaker, like the song of a dying nightingale, "this pain feels real to me, and I feel more real because of it." Loving you is like a curse..."

I don't know if the priest understood, he was silent for a while, and still asked in that peaceful tone: "Then what do you want to do now?"

The hand that held him close to her cheek pulled him down, Nightingale curled up her soft feathers, exposing her bright red chest.

"...I want you to suffer as much as I do, to go to hell like me..."

The priest's hand touched the smooth and warm skin, and the satin feeling on the back of the hand slowly slipped away. The hand led him to slide deep into the depths without hesitation. The moonlight came in obliquely and fell on Elianora.

The loose robe has been torn off by himself, and it is loosely hung on the elbows. The blond hair hangs down like a sea tide, and is illuminated by the moonlight outside into a stream of frost, glowing like silver, and the pair of light purple eyes There is water in it, the waves are sparkling, splashing jewel-like splendor in the dark tide, the slender white fingers are pressed on the priest's chest, and there is a bewitching crescent moon from the waistline up, this crescent moon is as sharp as a hook , It is necessary to draw out all the flesh and blood and spinal cord of a person before giving up.

In the narrow space, the temperature inevitably rose. Elianora knelt in front of the priest to kiss the priest's hanging hand. Her lips moved against his fingers all the way to his palm, licking his wrist, The canine teeth gently bit the delicate skin above, and in the turbulent tide, the sweaty eyelashes were raised upwards, and the end of the eyes burned a beautiful red tide, looking at the priest who looked like a god and Buddha, who looked merciful and indifferent.

——You are a hollow puppet, a creature that does not understand love and desire. The Lord made you perfect, but I tried to make you indulge in love and make you fragile——

Ellianora lifted the priest's loose robe with her wet fingers, and her body wrapped around it like a boneless snake.

——I implore your love, if this is an impossible delusion, then let me be the enlightener of your eros, and let God hate me, a despicable child of the devil!