Crown of Silence

Chapter 422 The world goes on as usual

The silent Holy Spirit Temple.

The quiet moonlight falls from the stained glass windows on the dome, shining on the numerous sarcophagi, illuminating the ancient and noble names.

The dust flies in the air, dancing with the faint hymns. The chants from the distant temple echo in the silence, reflecting the sacred majesty of the countless sarcophagi.

In front of the sarcophagi, on the huge altar, a figure stands alone.

He wears the supreme crown and the robes. The color is pure red, as if stained with blood. There is no terrifying death in that color, but it seems to symbolize the awe-inspiring "life".

It is the red that encompasses all meanings.

The King of Red.

In silence, he stared at the altar quietly, just asking: "Hermes, Did he say that? "

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Nibelungen's voice was respectful and polite: "He chose this path and did his best."

"I know."

The Red King nodded: "He has always been a smart man, although this is particularly ridiculous for him. He made this choice and must have known my thoughts.

Let him enjoy his "life". From now on, those things have nothing to do with him. "Nibelungen said, "He asked me to thank Your Majesty."

"...Did he even expect what I said?"

The Red King smiled: "What a smart man, isn't he?"

Nibelungen There was no answer, but he just said: "The Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith informed Anglo of the location where Guixu appeared this year... How to deal with Archbishop Michel's abuse of power?"

"He is already dying, can I lock him up in the 'Iron Tower'?" The Red King said: "Let him live with the Ministry of Doctrine of the Faith in his old age.

The era of the Inquisition has passed, and the shattering of the dream of the 'Eastern Expedition' is the best punishment for him."

"He may collapse."

"He won't."

The Red King shook his head: "He will wait, and wait forever.

Even if he dies, he will find someone to replace him and wait until the Crusaders go on the Eastern Expedition again, A decisive battle with the natural disaster...

He is a man with infinite hope in his heart, and these things can't knock him down. "

"Understood."

Nibelungen asked again: "The awakening of Leviathan is doomed, and the Cardinal Council has been arguing with Anglo."

"Hasn't the attitude of the Anglo royal family always been very firm?"

The Red King said lightly: "Autonomy of the nations, this is the core of the Second Amendment Bill.

Arthur's affairs will be left to Arthur's descendants to solve. It started with them, and it will end with them. Haven't they taken back the Spear of St. George and made all preparations?

If the Cardinal Council still wants to reflect the majesty and necessity of the Holy City, let the Knights Templar prepare for war and be ready to take over the battle in the worst case. "

"Yes."

Nibelungen finished recording and asked: "In the battle of Romulus, Commander Bane asked for punishment and is currently waiting for punishment. "

"Tell him not to harm any Romulus. I am the one who is the Mulusian, and I am the one who bound his hands and feet. We made up our minds too late at the beginning, and the ending is like this, which has nothing to do with him and the Knights Templar. "

The Red King ordered lightly: "Let him rebuild the desert defense line in the west. With Bane's ability, it will be a bit hard, but it may not be impossible.

The descendants of the Semites of that year are still there. Let him go there with the military flag and tell him that the Holy City will give him all the equipment and supplies he needs. "

Nibelungen was silent for a long time: "Your Majesty means... let him rebuild the Knights Hospitaller?"

"Since the desert defense line collapsed a hundred years ago, the Sixth Legion has been vacant for too long."

The Red King raised his head, his face was as cold as iron, as if he would never have any expression, just the usual indifference, looking down on the world from the sky:

"One of the most painful things for people who plan ahead is that time does not wait for us. I don't want to find that we have lost the Knights Hospitaller for too long when we need them. "

"Your Majesty has foresight. "Nibelungen's voice was respectful.

The Red King did not respond, but remained silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the midnight bell rang.

"Let's stop here today." The Red King waved his hand: "Leave the rest to the Cardinals. Anyway, there will always be something for them to argue about."

"Okay."

Nibelungen asked: "So, what about the incident at the gate of the Holy City this evening? Your Majesty, the matter involved the sword bearer of Anglu, and the attitude of the Cardinals was very divided."

The Red King looked up and stared at the moonlight. The moonlight fell into his eyes, like a silent lament.

"He is a person who is as unwilling to be lonely as Ye Lanzhou. I know."

"Does Your Majesty feel pity for him?"

"No."

The Red King said: "Leave this matter to the Cardinals. He made a choice, so he will bear the consequences. Since he wants justice, then give him justice. It's that simple."

"... Maybe. ”

Nibelungen rarely made a conclusion: "For most people, such simplicity is actually difficult. The bishop and the lawyers of the Holy City will probably quarrel until their heads are broken and bloody."

"A long time ago, someone told me: meaningless quarrels are a part that must be experienced before achieving results. Even if the quarrel is meaningless to both parties.

Let them find the results they want. "

The Red King said calmly: "I am just the Pope. I cannot give them what God promised them."

"I'll tell them."

"Okay, let's go."

The Red King waved his hand.

"What about you?" Nibelungen asked, "Are you going back to your bedroom? Or are you going to have dinner first?"

"I?"

The Red King raised his eyes and looked at the sky, falling towards the light of the bright moon: "I suddenly wanted to be quiet...to experience the feeling that the coward wanted.

This feeling must be good, otherwise the guy wouldn't be so nostalgic. "

Nibelungen was silent for a long time and said: "Maybe the Yellow King just wants to rest for a while, so you don't need to worry too much."

"maybe."

The Red King didn't seem to have any expectations for this, and just stared at the moonlight: "Anyway, that coward has already fled so far away.

Regardless of whether he comes back or not, those left behind must plan for the future.

Nibelungen, no matter what is lost, the world will continue to function as usual. "

No one responded, and the Nibelungen seemed to have left.

In the silence, only the Red King stood on the altar, silently raising his head and staring at the moonlight.

His sight passed through the dark night and across the endless sky.

Up, up, and up.

I don't know when it started, outside the earth, behind the high altitudes, in the eternal darkness of the universe, in front of that huge round of moonlight... a small spot that was difficult to detect with the naked eye appeared.

It reflects the brilliance of steel, resists the pull of the earth's gravity, and soars above the trajectory of the stars.

Not close, not far away, just watching the land and sky from a distance, running silently in the eternal quiet void.

There, someone woke up from a dream.

In what seemed like forever silence, he opened his eyes and stared at the moon outside the window, his eyes becoming quiet and beautiful.

What a moonlight.